The shop that Wang Lin rented was not on the main street, but rather in a remote area. If one didn't look carefully, it would be hard to find. However, Wang Lin didn't mind. After a night of meditation, the red mist around his body had condensed a bit more.
Early in the morning, Wang Lin opened the door of the shop. Like a mortal, he tidied up the shop. Then, his body flashed and he disappeared from the shop.
When he returned, his bag of holding was filled with many trees that he had uprooted.
He peeled off the bark of these trees and used tools to carve them into squares. Wang Lin thought back to when he was a child and how his father taught him how to carve.
These memories gradually appeared in his mind. Wang Lin was silent for a long time. His left hand grabbed a square of wood and gently waved it. Suddenly, the square turned into ten squares. Wang Lin picked up one of the squares. At some point, a carving knife appeared in his right hand. Just like his father, he began to carve, stroke by stroke.
Gradually, as Wang Lin carved, he found the family that had been lost for four hundred years. It was as if he had returned to his childhood, back to the small mountain village where he had lived for a long time.
At this moment, the spiritual energy in Wang Lin's body suddenly began to move. It flowed through the carving knife in his hand and gradually entered the wooden carving, going deeper and deeper.
Time quickly passed. When night fell, Wang Lin suddenly woke up. He looked at the piece of wood in his hand. The piece of wood had become a wooden carving. This carving was of a middle-aged man with a kind smile on his face.
This person wore clothes made of coarse cloth, and his hands were covered with fine scratches.
Although this wooden carving was a bit rough, it seemed to have a mind of its own. Waves of spiritual energy spread out from it.
Wang Lin stared at the wooden carving, and a wave of sadness welled up in his heart.
His right hand gently rubbed the carving and he muttered, "Dad, I miss you, I really miss you …" After pondering for a long time, Wang Lin put the carving on the side and picked up a piece of wood. He immersed himself in carving and began to carve.
The sky gradually became cold. One day and one night without rest was nothing to Wang Lin. Back when he was being chased, he would often run for days and nights.
The moment the sun rose, the carving in Wang Lin's hand once again took shape. This time, it was a middle-aged woman. She had a loving expression on her face as she looked into the distance, as if she was waiting for her child to return.
After placing the two carvings together, Wang Lin took a deep breath and picked up another piece of wood to carve.
Time slowly passed. Wang Lin didn't stop carving. Only when he was extremely tired would he cultivate for a while.
In the blink of an eye, one month passed. Compared to a month ago, there were more items in Wang Lin's shop. On the walls of the shop, there were rows of lifelike carvings. There were men and women, old and young, and there were all kinds of movements.
These carvings were all people from the village Wang Lin came from. Right now, Wang Lin was using a different method to bring these people back to life.
During this month, not a single customer came to Wang Lin's shop, but Wang Lin didn't mind. He was immersed in carving and had even stopped cultivating.
On this day, Wang Lin was holding a half-finished carving in his hand. For some reason, this carving gave off an ancient aura. If a cultivator from the Sea of Devils saw this carving, they would immediately recognize that it was a dragon!
This dragon was the first spirit beast that Wang Lin encountered when he and Li Muwan were in the Sea of Devils.
While he was carving, the sound of a bell could be heard. The door of the shop was pushed open and a young man carefully looked inside.
When the young man saw Wang Lin, he was startled for a moment. However, his attention was quickly attracted by the countless carvings around him. He said, "Uncle, these are all carved by you. They are so beautiful. Can you give me one?"
Wang Lin let out a smile. He put down the dragon carving in his hand and picked up another one. This carving was of a person, a person that Wang Lin was very familiar with … Wang Hao.
The young man in front of him was very similar to Wang Hao from back then.
After the young man took the carving, he immediately let out a cheer. He held it in his hand and said to Wang Lin, "Thank you, uncle. I'm from the ironworks shop across the street. Goodbye."
With that, he quickly ran out of the shop and shouted, "Dad, mom, look! Uncle gave this to me!"
Wang Lin stood up and walked to the door. He saw a man and a woman coming out of a shop across the street. The two of them lovingly looked at the boy. After the boy's father took the carving, his eyes lit up. He raised his head and looked at Wang Lin. After hesitating for a bit, he walked over with the carving and said, "This child doesn't understand. Little brother, how much is this?"
Wang Lin shook his head and said, "I only gave him a piece of wood."
The young man's father hesitated for a bit. He looked at Wang Lin and smiled. "You must have just arrived here. I haven't seen you before."
Wang Lin smiled and nodded.
The young man's father smiled and said, "Little brother, if you don't mind, come and have a meal. I have some fruit wine that I brewed myself. It's much better than the ones in those restaurants."
An indescribable emotion appeared in Wang Lin's heart. This was something he had never felt in the past 400 years. After hesitating for a bit, Wang Lin nodded.
The young man's mother was a kind woman. Although she was young, she had a gentle temperament. From some details, it could be seen that this was a happy family.
The child was well-behaved and the husband and wife loved each other.
Inside the ironworks shop, there was a square table with a few home-cooked dishes on it. Although Wang Lin had already abstained from eating, he still picked up his chopsticks and ate a few mouthfuls.
Drinking the fruit wine that the other party was so proud of and eating the home-cooked food that he hadn't eaten in a long time, Wang Lin's state of mind was even calmer than when he was in the caravan. The spiritual energy in his body circulated at an unprecedented speed.
This wine was indeed good, and the aftertaste was endless.
From that day on, there was one more thing that Wang Lin couldn't live without, and that was this fruit wine. The young man came to Wang Lin's shop almost every day to watch him carve the wood carvings. Every time he came, he would bring a jug of fruit wine.
The number of wood carvings in Wang Lin's shop gradually increased. Most of them were in the form of beasts. He had carved almost all the beasts that he had seen in the past 400 years. However, no matter how hard Wang Lin tried, he couldn't form the high-grade spirit beasts and wild beasts. Each of these carvings was condensed with a huge amount of spiritual energy. This was something that mortals couldn't sense, but if a cultivator came, they would definitely be shocked.
This was because the pressure of this spiritual energy was not any weaker than some low-grade magical treasures. Some of the wood carvings even had spiritual energy that could compare to mid-grade magical treasures.
These were not wood carvings at all. They were clearly Cultivator magical equipment made of rotten wood that could transform something rotten into something magical!
He tossed and turned on his bed, unable to fall asleep. He couldn't help but feel uneasy. He got up and wrote another 2,000 words before finally letting out a sigh of relief. Alright, I can sleep now. I'm so sleepy …