41: Chapter 41 Dragon Scales on the Shore

Qin Ling stood in front of the offering table, looking at the incense stick inserted by the Clam Spirit.

He didn't expect that having the Clam Spirit burn incense for him could actually increase his incense points.

This discovery made Qin Ling quite tempted.

If demons could burn incense, he could also receive incense from demons.

Then this purified Little Li Dragon's corpse would finally come in handy!

Just as the Clam Spirit said, the dragon meat of the Little Li Dragon had an irresistible attraction to the small demons in the East China Sea.

He could completely rely on the Little Li Dragon's dragon meat to attract the small demons in the East China Sea to burn incense for him!

Any small demons who burned incense for him would be able to share a little bit of dragon meat, and surely those small demons would rush forward one after another to burn incense for him.

"Clam Spirit, I have a task for you to do. After it's done, I will give you a piece of the Little Li Dragon's dragon meat."

Qin Ling said to the Clam Spirit.

"Lord Qinling, please speak."

When the Second-Turn Clam Spirit heard about the dragon meat, its tongue began to secrete saliva.

"I want you to find some First-Turn and Second-Turn small demons and bring them over to the near-shore area, telling them that as long as they sincerely burn incense, they will be able to share a little bit of dragon meat."

Qin Ling said calmly.

Hearing this news, the Clam Spirit became even more excited.

"Lord Qinling, this small demon knows where the First-Turn Clam Spirits of this sea area are. Can this small demon call them all over?"

As a Second-Turn Clam Spirit, when faced with such a good thing, the first thing it thought of was its own race's underlings.

"Of course you can."

Lord Qinling waved his hand and then added.

"However, if these Clam Spirits have devoured humans like those Cone Snails, then they don't need to come."

"Rest assured, Lord Qinling, this small demon understands. Once this small demon calls those First-Turn Clam Spirits over, we will properly build a temple for Lord Qinling at the bottom of the near-shore sea."

"As for Lord Qinling's divine statue, leave it to this small demon as well."

The Clam Spirit's tongue was waving inside its shell.

Hearing this, Qin Ling nodded.

He had originally been thinking that since he wanted to collect incense from these East China Sea small demons, he would likely need to build another temple.

Since the Clam Spirit could build the temple, it would save him the trouble.

"Right, will this Little Li Dragon's corpse attract Third-Turn or Fourth-Turn monsters?"

Qin Ling thought of something else and asked the Clam Spirit.

Given the preciousness of the Little Li Dragon's corpse, it was enough to make Third-Turn and even Fourth-Turn monsters drool with envy.

If it really attracted a Third-Turn monster, that would be fine, but if it attracted a Fourth-Turn monster, that would be a tricky matter for Qin Ling.

"It won't, Lord Qinling."

The Clam Spirit shook its eyeballs and continued.

"Previously, this near-shore sea area only had the Little Li Dragon as a Fourth-Turn monster. During the time when the Little Li Dragon was eroded by evil qi and went crazy everywhere, most of the other Third-Turn monsters were also chased away by it."

"So right now, this sea area probably doesn't even have many Third-Turn monsters."

Hearing this information, Qin Ling's lingering concerns completely vanished.

Since that was the case, everything was controllable.

He only needed his Divine Split Art to hold down the fort.

"Alright, if you are ready on your end, set off as soon as possible."

Qin Ling waved his hand.

Naturally, he paid close attention to the matter of collecting incense points.

"Alright, this small demon will go right away."

The Clam Spirit closed its shell, then hopped away from the temple, leaping toward the East China Sea.

Seeing the Clam Spirit leave, Qin Ling checked his current status panel.

[Host: Qin Ling]

[Level: Wild God]

[Jurisdiction: Qin Family Village]

[Cultivation: Incense Realm 100%]

[incense points: 2540]

[Divine Arts: 7]

[Teleportation], [Exorcism], [Primary Talisman Art], [Dream-Entering Technique], [Divine Split Art], [Seven-Kill Demon-Slaying Sword], [Divine Travel Across the World]

Although he possessed a massive amount of over 2,500 incense points, Qin Ling was unable to upgrade his cultivation at this moment.

Therefore, he saved the incense points for now and instead condensed his second divine split.

After all, once the Second-Turn Clam Spirit brought the small demons over, he would still need a divine split to hold down the seabed.

...

One morning.

Sunlight spread across the beach, illuminating the shells, seaweed, and broken coral washed ashore by the waves into a sparkling glow.

Several children from Qin Family Village were squatting at the edge of the tide line, burying their heads and digging for something.

"Look at this!"

A boy dug out a huge scale from the sand, the silver-white scale emitting a cold light under the sunlight.

The other children ran over and squatted down to look.

The scale was half-buried in the wet sand, its edges as thin as a blade, with fine, dense patterns on its surface.

The small hands touching it felt cool and hard, feeling even harder than the iron sheets in the village blacksmith shop.

"Whose scale is this?"

A little girl tilted her head.

The boy shook his head and pulled it out of the sand with all his might.

This scale was even bigger than his head and felt heavy.

"So heavy!"

He held it with both hands and staggered a step.

The little girl also started digging. There was also a piece buried in the sand under her feet.

It was smaller than the boy's piece, but brighter.

She brushed away the sand, hugged it with both hands, and pulled it out hard.

Seeing this, the other children also began digging in the nearby beach, digging out five or six such things.

The boy hugged the largest scale and staggered toward the village.

The other children followed behind, each holding a piece in their arms, stumbling along like they were holding some precious treasure.

"Mom! Mom, look at this!"

The boy rushed into the courtyard of the fish-drying ground, holding the thing in his hands high up.

A woman was drying fish jerky, and when she lowered her head to look, the fish jerky in her hand dropped to the ground with a smack.

She stared at that piece of thing, staring at the silver-white scale light.

"This is..."

Several other women in the courtyard gathered around, and upon seeing the things in the children's hands, their faces turned pale with fright.

The news spread quickly.

In less than the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, half the villagers had gathered at the fish-drying ground.

Village Chief Qin Zongliang leaned on his cane, squeezed to the front, took the piece from the little girl's hand, and looked at it over and over.

His hands were shaking, not because of the weight, but because he had roughly guessed what it was.

"These are dragon scales."

Village Chief Qin Zongliang's voice trembled slightly as he looked at the scale in his hand, his eyes filled with lingering fear.

"These are the dragon scales of that crazy dragon slain by Lord Qinling."

A collective gasp echoed through the crowd of villagers.

They all remembered the huge figure in the lightning that night, and only a dragon of that kind could possibly have such huge dragon scales.

Village Chief Qin Zongliang held the dragon scale, his hands shaking even more violently.

That night, he watched the lightning and golden light intertwine over the distant sea, watched that dragon roll around in the lightning, and watched that golden giant sword descend from the sky.

He dared not imagine how terrifying that dragon had been when it was alive.

A dragon body dozens of zhang long, with lightning entwining its entire body—a single dragon scale was already this huge. If something like this had come ashore...

He shivered.

"Thanks to Lord Qinling."

A villager nearby whispered.

Village Chief Qin Zongliang nodded, carefully tucked the dragon scale into his bosom, and deeply bowed toward the direction of the temple.

Among the crowd of villagers, everyone followed suit and bowed.

After a long time, Village Chief Qin Zongliang straightened up, held up the dragon scale, and said,

"This thing shouldn't be kept by us. Lord Qinling killed the dragon, so the scales should belong to Lord Qinling."