Please control me, my divine being!

Chapter 99 Li Qinghe of Shenshui Workshop

Shenshuifang, on the eastern outskirts of Jiang'an.

The ship docked outside the pier, and the laborers, carrying large and small bags, shouted in unison as they quickly unloaded the cargo.

Li Qinghe stood by the water's edge, leaning against a wooden stake, vomiting violently.

"Miss Li, drink this bowl of sweet tea, it should make you feel better." Granny Yang patted Li Qinghe's back with the tea she had bought from the tea stall next door, trying to make her feel more comfortable.

"It's okay, don't worry about me, I'll recover soon."

Li Qinghe took deep breaths until she could vomit nothing more, and only then did her pale face look slightly better.

During these days of sailing, she vomited several times a day.

Having never traveled far from home since childhood, she was tormented by seasickness day and night on her first trip and couldn't overcome it in a short time.

In addition, almost every day, he would be pulled into the Eternal Gathering by the Celestial Venerable.

The trials inside were not easy, but the gains were also immense. Her understanding of mundane arts was constantly improving, and her control and development of them were also increasing.

However, each time she left Wanshiji, coupled with seasickness, made her days extremely difficult.

Fortunately, we finally made it ashore.

Li Qinghe vomited for a while, then drank a bowl of sweet tea before looking at Granny Yang: "How are those walking corpses?"

"It's all taken care of. I've drawn talismans, applied medicinal powder, and cast a mute dog spell on them. Ordinary people won't be able to tell the difference," Granny Yang said somewhat embarrassedly. "Miss Li, thank you for taking care of me along the way. I'm a corpse driver, I'm nocturnal, and it's not appropriate for me to stay with you any longer in this crowded and noisy place."

"It's alright, we'll meet again if we're meant to."

Li Qinghe comforted Granny Yang and then walked to the riverbank dock, just as Jiang Chuling and Shen Cishuang were walking towards them with a Taoist priest.

The two went to obtain travel permits and identification documents.

If it weren't for Master Xi's document, we probably would have been stuck there.

"Thank you so much for taking care of me along the way, Master An. This is just a small token of my appreciation; please don't refuse to buy me some tea." Shen Cishuang took out a blood-stained note from her bundle.

The Taoist priest, dressed in his mountain-climbing robe, immediately accepted the blood ticket without batting an eye, and said with a smile, "You are guests guaranteed by Senior Brother Yu, so there's no need to stand on ceremony. Besides, I haven't done anything."

"You're too modest, Daoist Master. Without your wind-summoning talisman, we estimate it would have taken us another half a month to arrive," Shen Cishuang said, clasping her hands in a fist salute.

"It's nothing. Senior Brother Yu gave it to me to pass on to Miss Li."

The Taoist priest from Chuangshan pulled out a document from under his wide Taoist robe: "Invitations to the Jiang'an Dragon King Festival have been issued by the Jiang'an government. Our Lushan also has quotas for Jianghu guests."

The Dragon King Festival is a grand event in Jiang'an and one of the reasons for the prosperity of Jiang'an's cultivation world. Such a grand event should not be missed.

Shen Cishuang's eyes flickered slightly.

The Dragon King Festival is a top-secret event within the Wan Shi Lou (Ten Thousand Things Building).

Being able to participate in the festival, even just as a legendary figure in the martial arts world, is a great honor.

The Taoist priest said nothing more, turned around and boarded the boat.

"Qinghe, your luck is truly enviable." Shen Cishuang handed the document to her: "A seat at the Dragon King Festival can fetch at least tens of thousands of taels of silver on the black market."

As soon as Li Qinghe received the document, Shen Cishuang hugged her happily, her ample breasts pressing against her face, making it hard for her to breathe.

"A seat at the Dragon King Festival?"

Having broken free from the broad embrace, Li Qinghe's face was flushed from lack of oxygen.

She glanced at the document, flipped her hand, and put it into her "hidden universe" sleeve.

"This is a grand event in Jiang'an, not to be missed!"

Shen Cishuang waved her folding fan, "Now that you've arrived in Jiang'an, what are your plans?"

Li Qinghe said thoughtfully, "I plan to create a society, a society for cultivators! Then we'll grow it until it becomes a major force like Chuangshan, capable of influencing the entire region!"

"So what are you planning to do?"

When asked this question, Li Qinghe's mind went blank.

Shen Cishuang sighed and turned to look at Jiang Chuling on the other side: "My dear Miss Jiang, do you have any thoughts?"

Jiang Chuling blushed.

After spending these past few days together, the group has become much closer, but Shen Cishuang's gossipy mouth still makes everyone uncomfortable every time.

"I think we should make money first, whether it's worldly money or the money we use in the spiritual community."

Jiang Chuling said, "My father used to say, 'Money can make the devil turn the millstone.'"

The foundation of all power lies in resources and money; with these, everything else can gradually develop.

Associations are not formed overnight.

"Hmm, that hits the nail on the head." Shen Cishuang put away her smile and said in a deep voice, "The amount of blood money circulating is not large. It is only used among cultivators to trade various cultivation supplies."

All cultivators rely on worldly money for their daily expenses.

Places like Baicao Herbal Hall and Wanbao Buddhist Temple allow you to exchange blood money for secular silver, with the exact exchange rate fluctuating with the market.

Your immediate priority is to settle down and then find a way to make a living.

I mean, livelihoods related to your path, that's how you can gain a foothold in Jiang'an.

You should know that Jiang'an is a large place, and living there is not easy.

She seemed to be recalling painful memories, and said with some emotion, "Living in Jiang'an and maintaining one's cultivation path is not an easy thing."

Granny Yang understood the implication in her words. "Miss Shen, do you have something to take care of?"

Shen Cishuang nodded: "I need to go back to Jiang'an City first to see some old friends. My original intention was to venture into the North to seek an opportunity to advance as a swordsman, but due to the changes in Lushan and the Five Immortals Sect, this plan had to be canceled."

Now that I'm back in Jiang'an, I have to pick up my old profession again: storyteller.

Otherwise, I'm afraid we'll really starve to death.

She took out three paper cranes from her sleeve and handed them to the three men: "If there is any emergency, you can contact me through the paper cranes."

In Jiang'an's spiritual community, the place where the corpse-driving business is most booming is Guolinggang.

As for how to get there, go to the biggest teahouse in these towns and ask the storyteller; he will give you detailed directions.

Done.

She turned around and gave Li Qinghe and Jiang Chuling a tight hug, her eyes filled with reluctance.

"Shenshuifang is a good place for you to develop. First, establish a foothold, and I'll come back to you after I've dealt with things in Jiang'an City." If Shen Cishuang wants to do business as a storyteller in Jiang'an, she can't avoid Wanshilou, but she has some grudges against Wanshilou.

After saying goodbye, she turned and disappeared into the crowd.

As darkness fell, Granny Yang had no choice but to set off to transport the corpses, leaving behind a bank account, saying that once the zombies were properly cared for and sold, the profits would be split between the two of them.

In a short time.

On the bustling dock, Jiang Chuling and Li Qinghe watched the flow of people coming and going.

"Qinghe, now it's just the two of us left. Do you have any plans?"

Jiang Chuling was not surprised by their departure. Whether it was Granny Yang or Shen Cishuang, they did not share the same faith and would eventually be just passersby.

This world.

Only those who devoutly believe in the same deity can share the same ideals and trust each other without reservation.

The Five Immortals Sect, the Six Rens Sect, and the Mountain Climbing Sect are all examples of this.

"Let's go, Xiaoling, let's go find Bai Tieya's daughter first."

Li Qinghe did not forget Bai Tieya's last wish.

The other party's belongings are still in the sleeve pocket. The reason she chose to disembark at Sham Shui Po was because of Bai Qing'er's brokerage here.

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