The Ten Thousand Ways to Hug the Female Protagonist’s Thigh - Chapter 21.1

After receiving the spirit brush, Wen Shu was unsure whether to laugh or cry.

Overall, she felt pleasantly surprised.

However, while spirit tools were precious, they required a Foundation Establishment-level dantian to control. Wen Shu, however, was only at the Qi Refinement stage!

For now, the spirit brush was useless to her.

Wen Xuening was also at a loss.

She initially intended to put in the utmost effort to craft something for Wen Shu, aiming to create a spirit brush that was at least a top-tier, high-grade tool.

But the spatial spirit spring’s effects were too potent. It had upgraded the mid-grade spirit stone, one of the brush’s main components, to a high-grade spirit stone. Combined with the Springstep Deer’s high-grade spirit hairs, the brush’s quality had skyrocketed.

All these factors combined had forcibly elevated the brush’s grade, resulting in a spirit tool!

The brush was pure white, with faint streams of light flowing within. Although it was only a low-grade spirit tool, its spiritual aura was already at the peak of its grade.

In fact, it wasn’t far from being a mid-grade spirit tool!

When the latter stopped her, Wen Shu carefully stored the brush and was about to thank Wen Xuening.

“We’ve already agreed that there’s no need for thanks between us. If you want to show gratitude, focus on reaching the Foundation Establishment as soon as possible. Use this brush to protect me, and it’ll be worth the effort I put into it tonight!”

“Alright.”

Wen Shu didn’t argue and nodded thoughtfully, committing the words to heart.

Nanyang City Lord’s Manor

If there was one place where being a city lord was particularly difficult, it was in the capital cities of empires. With the imperial family above and powerful noble families below, one misstep could lead to losing favor with both sides. Not only could the city lord lose their position, but they could also become a scapegoat and face severe consequences.

The previous city lord had recently stepped down, and the newly appointed Nanyang City Lord, Yan Guiyun, had just received his first major task since taking office.

He was to assign the border fortresses that each family would defend during the upcoming beast tide.

Yan Guiyun was a late-stage Golden Core cultivator, relatively young for his position. A rogue cultivator by origin, he was in his late hundreds, making him one of Nanyang’s rising stars.

The previous city lord had resigned precisely because assigning the fortresses was a delicate task. If any major family suffered heavy losses, he would be held responsible.

Thus, Yan Guiyun, the deputy city lord, was pushed into the role.

At that moment, Yan Guiyun frowned as he traced his finger across a large border map, pondering how to assign the fortresses without offending anyone.

Just then, one of his subordinates entered, knelt on one knee, and saluted solemnly.

“City Lord, the young masters of the Zhao, Xu, and Sun families request an audience!”

“Let them in.”

“Yes, sir!”