Quick Transmigration: Underdog Turns out to be Untouchable-Chapter 306 Heavenly Master 13
Since she had already decided to adopt this resentful baby, Situ Shuangshuang started thinking about what name to give him. As for the surname, Situ Shuangshuang didn’t intend for him to have his cruel father’s surname.
After much thought, Situ Shuangshuang decided to simply let this resentful baby take her surname, Situ. She named him Shun, hoping that in the future, this resentful baby could smoothly accumulate enough merit and reincarnate into a good life!
Little Shun really liked his newly given name, hugged Situ Shuangshuang’s face, and gave her several kisses while cutely calling out, "Thank you, sister! Sister is the best!"
Having a name was great, but Little Shun still needed a place to stay. Though ghosts aren’t afraid of sunlight, much like humans in dark environments might experience vision problems and feel tired or weary, lacking good sleep can harm them. Similarly, ghosts have these issues during the day, so a comfortable home is necessary.
If Situ Shuangshuang didn’t plan to carry Little Shun around all the time, an ordinary wooden coffin at home would suffice. But since she wanted to keep him by her side, she’d need to craft a comfortable magic artifact for Little Shun to reside in.
After dinner, as the sky grew dark, it didn’t matter much to a Heavenly Master whether it was day or night since the Dharma Eye allowed one to see equally well.
To quickly arrange a shelter for Little Shun, Situ Shuangshuang took him and left the house, affixed a Thousand Miles Talisman, and in the blink of an eye, they reached the deep mountains outside the city.
Situ Shuangshuang had a reason for coming to this mountain. The mountain was home to locust trees. Each year, when the locust trees bloomed, clusters of white locust flowers filled the mountains, their fragrance permeating the air.
This time of year would see the city’s folks flocking to admire the flowers; some skilled individuals would pick a couple of bunches to bring back and make locust flower buns or steamed locust flowers—delicious, fragrant, and visually pleasing.
But Situ Shuangshuang wasn’t there to admire the flowers, and it wasn’t the season for it either. She was headed for the largest ancient locust tree at the top of the mountain!
Locust trees belong to the yin category and are excellent for rearing ghosts. The ancient locust tree Situ Shuangshuang sought was over a thousand years old, requiring eight or nine people holding hands to encircle it. Its lush branches and leaves shaded half a mountaintop, and when in bloom, the tree appeared as clouds, fragrant and well-loved across the mountain.
This ancient locust tree, praised and adored by many, gradually gained some spiritual wisdom. Since this enlightenment came from human admiration and it was protected by humans, the old locust tree harbored good feelings for humans, unlike average vegetation or demon spirits, which are often wary of them.
Situ Shuangshuang and Little Shun approached this millennia-old locust tree with three sticks of incense she’d prepared in advance. Unlike ordinary incense, these were formed by condensing the essence of heaven and moonlight.
Although they looked no different from regular incense, they seemed to alternate between seeming real and ethereal. Holding the incense gently in her hand, Situ Shuangshuang gave a light shake, and the three sticks lit themselves. Three streams of blue smoke rose straight up and lingered!
As the smoke rose, a face appeared on the trunk of the old locust tree. Its eyes were closed, but its mouth was wide open. The three blue smoke streams entered the open mouth, and soon the incense in Situ Shuangshuang’s hand burned completely without leaving even a trace of ash.
The old locust tree, having received Situ Shuangshuang’s offering of incense, let out a sound reminiscent of a person stretching after waking up. Its tightly shut eyes finally opened, revealing pupils with wooden grain patterns.
The patterns just happened to be in the shape of human eyes, making the face on the tree trunk even more lifelike, and its pupils turned with vivid agility.
The eyes glanced at Situ Shuangshuang and Little Shun beside her, and a not-so-old male voice emerged from the mouth on the face, "Little Shuangshuang, it’s neither the first nor the fifteenth. What prompted you to come offer incense today?"
"Hello, Mr. Hua. I’ve adopted a resentful baby and have come to ask Mr. Hua for a branch to create a place for Little Shun to stay." Situ Shuangshuang greeted the old locust tree with a bow, trying to keep her tone gentle.
Mr. Hua’s eyes shifted to Little Shun, then curved slightly into a smile, his voice revealing a sense of delight, "Ah, a resentful baby free from malice. Only one with your compassionate heart, Little Shuangshuang, would go to such great lengths for a small resentful baby."
After Mr. Hua spoke, a branch the size of a baby’s arm broke off from the locust tree, floating in midair before Situ Shuangshuang. Though this piece wasn’t large in size, it was a part of Mr. Hua’s main branch, washed by nature’s spiritual energy over countless years, and was not an ordinary object!
Situ Shuangshuang took the locust branch and thanked Mr. Hua politely. Little Shun also sensibly performed a respectful bow and sweetly thanked Mr. Hua. Mr. Hua emitted a joyful laugh, his branches trembling, following which several beautiful locust flower clusters bloomed, bestowed upon Little Shun.
Mr. Hua, having become a demon, the locust flowers condensed by his demonic power could bloom indefinitely, their scent subtle yet non-dissipating. If consumed, they could strengthen the body; even souls could strengthen by them. These flowers were the crystalized result of his demonic power and quite precious.
Since Mr. Hua had given such a grand gift to Little Shun, Situ Shuangshuang decided to offer incense to Mr. Hua three times a month going forward. It wasn’t that Situ Shuangshuang was stingy, willing to offer just one more time, but anymore would be too much for Mr. Hua to handle and would only go to waste.
With the locust branch in hand, Situ Shuangshuang affixed a Thousand Miles Talisman, swiftly returning home with Little Shun. Then, she began crafting Little Shun’s tiny coffin behind closed doors. Indeed, the housing Situ Shuangshuang was creating for Little Shun was a tiny coffin the size of a sunflower seed!
Though small, crafting the coffin wasn’t easy. She first had to purify the locust branch by removing its impurities, which compressed the branch to the size of an adult’s finger. It now seemed like white jade, its material dense and heavy to the touch, cold with no sign it was once wood.
After purification, using mana, she carved the finger-sized wood bit by bit into small coffins. Once the coffin took shape, she engraved talismans inside and out, imbuing them with moonlight essence, thus forming the magic artifact!
It took Situ Shuangshuang a full three days to make twelve small coffins. These coffins could suppress fierce ghostly and vengeful souls when their talismans were activated. Without activating the talisman power, they served as suitable abodes for such souls.
The small coffins, though tiny, were spacious inside. Not being suppressed, the resentful baby would not only feel comfortable but also benefit from spiritual growth. The interior space was akin to a person living in a hundred-square-meter house, very roomy. Little Shun was quite fond of his tiny coffin, reluctant to leave it once inside.
