What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

Li Qing suddenly woke up, wiped his drool, and his first reaction was to touch the Breath of Earth in his arms.

"Off to do business? Where to?"

"Li Qing, everything is ready. Do you know how to repair this magical artifact? Or rather, do you have a good understanding of it?"

Instead of answering Li Qing's question, I changed the subject and asked a different question.

When Li Qing heard what I said, her hands froze.

He looked up, his eyes, dark from staying up all night, revealing a deep sense of helplessness.

Then, Li Qing rolled over and lay sprawled on the carpet, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Old Chen, you really overestimate me."

Li Qing's voice sounded somewhat muffled.

"These apricot-yellow flags are no ordinary magical artifacts; they are the lifeblood of my lineage."

If it were just a regular compass or a peach wood sword, it would be fine if it broke; a skilled carpenter could fix it.

But this flag... it has to connect with the earth's veins and carry the feng shui energy.

Repairing it requires more than just the skill of crafting weapons; it also requires an extreme understanding of feng shui and geomancy.

To put it bluntly, you need to be a freak who can swing a sledgehammer while simultaneously watching for dragon lair.

He rolled over, looked at the meteorite, and said with a very complicated expression, "I definitely can't do it now."

I don't know anything about weapon crafting; at best, I'm just an operator who knows how to use tools. Asking me to be a repairman is like trying to repair a flag; it's like destroying it.

Finding other master blacksmiths wouldn't work either; those old guys may be skilled at blacksmithing, but they don't understand the direction of the earth's veins.

"If I accidentally inscribed a wrong formation in the meteorite iron, the moment this flag is planted, the backlash from the earth's veins will instantly turn me into mincemeat."

After hearing this, I raised an eyebrow slightly.

This is indeed a nuisance.

In the field of folklore, interdisciplinary talents are always the most scarce.

"In all the world, the only one who could repair this flag is probably my master, whom I see every day."

Li Qing muttered somewhat dejectedly.

"When I get back to the South, I'll have to find a way to contact that old man."

For now, these two treasures will have to stay with you and be kept at the bottom of your trunk.

Since the matter of repairing the ritual implements has been temporarily put on hold, I stopped worrying about it.

I remembered the words of advice Guan the Blind Man gave us before we went to the auction.

"In that case, let's go back to Guanjiatun first."

I stood up and dusted myself off.

"Master Guan said before that after the auction, we should go back and visit him."

He's stubborn; if he doesn't repay a favor, he probably won't sleep well.

Upon hearing that they were leaving, Li Qing immediately perked up.

Although he was sharp-tongued, he still had a good impression of the kind of pure, simple old man from beyond the Great Wall, like Guan the Blind.

We packed our luggage, checked out of the hotel, and didn't bother Wang Daya anymore. Instead, we took a taxi.

As the taxi drove away from Fengtian city, the roadside scenery gradually became desolate.

In early spring in Northeast China, the snow has not yet completely melted. The black soil and the remaining white snow intertwine, exuding a primitive and rugged energy.

It was already past 3 p.m. when we arrived at Guanjiatun.

The familiar clanging sound of blacksmithing could be heard from afar, carrying far through the quiet mountain village.

The old house where the blind man was imprisoned remained unchanged, with black smoke billowing from the chimney and a pungent smell of coke permeating the air.

"Brother Chen! Brother Li!"

Before Li Qing and I even entered the house, we heard a slightly shy voice.

Looking in the direction of the sound, I saw Guan Ling, the girl from the Guan family whom I had rescued earlier.

She stood inside the door looking at us, her little face red from the cold, but her eyes were full of joy.

Seeing her so lively and energetic now, my tense nerves relaxed a little.

The image of her lifeless appearance when I stitched her soul back together is still vivid in my mind.

Guan the Blind Man stopped wiping his heavy hammer and wiped his hands with his greasy apron.

Although his eyes couldn't see clearly, his ears had already locked onto our location.

"You're back?"

Guan the blind man grinned, revealing a set of yellowed teeth.

"I knew you two were tough as nails. Even that beast Mo Kui couldn't kill you. What's the big deal about the auction?"

Once inside, Guan the Blind didn't waste any words and immediately told Guan Ling to go to the outer room to keep watch.

He walked to the old kang cabinet in the inner room, fumbled around for a while, and took out a small box wrapped in layers of oil paper.

"Young man of the Chen family, this old man has never liked owing people anything in his life."

Guan the Blind sat on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), his voice deep and powerful.

"You saved my granddaughter, which saved the very foundation of my Guan family; and you killed that beast Mo Kui, which fulfilled a long-cherished wish of mine."

Plus your grandfather...

I, this old man, must repay these favors.

He pushed the box in front of me: "Open it and take a look."

I reached out and peeled off the oil paper. The moment the box was opened, an extremely terrifying, chilling aura rushed out.

It was a black crystal about the size of a fist, crystal clear, yet so deep it seemed to suck in one's soul.

Inside the crystal, liquid malevolent energy could be faintly seen flowing slowly, like an inextinguishable black fire.

My heart skipped a beat.

"Mysterious Yin Fiend Crystal?" I exclaimed in a low voice.

I've seen this thing more than once. After the last underground palace incident, the provincial bureau of folklore gave me one as a reward.

I bought another one at the auction in Jiangcheng.

But this piece in front of us is several times larger and purer than the previous two pieces!

If my previous piece was an ordinary mineral, then this one is the highest grade imperial green.

"I found this thing in an ice cave deep in Changbai Mountain a few years ago."

Guan the Blind Man said it casually, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

"I originally planned to keep it to forge a divine weapon, but now that I have these eyes... ha, what a waste."

You cultivate malevolent energy; for you, that's more effective than any elixir.

I looked at the evil crystal and slowly exhaled.

This gift is too heavy, so heavy that even I, a mortician accustomed to "equivalent exchange," feel my hands are burning.

"Don't rush to refuse, there's one more thing."

Guan the blind man interrupted what I was about to say.

He stood up, walked to the center of the room, and his previously hunched body suddenly straightened up.

I could feel the blood and qi surging wildly within him at that moment, producing a roaring sound like a rushing river.

"All I've ever done in my life is blacksmithing."

There was a hint of desolation in Guan Xiazi's tone.

"I follow the path of physical refinement. I don't practice those fancy spells; I only hope that my body can withstand countless trials and tribulations."

My son passed away early, and Ling'er isn't suited to follow my ways.

I originally planned to take this skill with me to my grave.

But looking at you two young men, one practices qi cultivation in a sinister way, but his physical constitution is weak; the other, who practices feng shui, gets out of breath after running just a few steps.

"Sooner or later, they'll suffer for it in this forest outside the Great Wall."