Landlord in the Arctic

’That’s it!’

Feng Shan slapped his forehead. He had seen it in Kaktovik Town.

The scene with the whale bones by the sea instantly became clear in his mind. It was a power related to faith.

Feng Shan carefully extended his consciousness toward that wisp of golden light of faith.

The moment he made contact...

Images flooded his mind like a tidal wave.

In the vision, Jenny knelt devoutly before the fire pit, her hands clasped tightly together, her eyes filled with sincerity and hope.

First, she softly prayed for the Fire Seed to keep Feng Shan safe while he was away. Then, she prayed for the scar on her face to heal.

However, as Jenny prayed devoutly, something miraculous happened.

A tiny but scorching hot flame separated from the blazing Fire Seed. Like a nimble ray of light, it slowly entered Jenny’s body.

At last, the mystery was solved.

This was the true reason Jenny’s scar had healed.

The moment Feng Shan understood why Jenny’s scar had healed, everything clicked into place. But immediately after, a new question clouded his mind.

All this time, the Fire Seed had played the role of a guardian for the tribe.

It radiated warmth and light, bringing hope and strength to the tribe. Like an unquenchable beacon, it dispelled darkness and cold, giving the tribespeople unwavering courage and faith when facing unknown threats.

A faith totem, on the other hand, was a bridge connecting the tribespeople to their gods, spanning the distance between them.

According to the information he’d gathered from ancestral dreams, for faith to be preserved, it had to be channeled through a totem. By pouring one’s reverence and hopes into it, the power of faith would slowly gather within the totem.

His ancestors had forged various totems in the tribe, charging them with the great responsibility of collecting and consolidating the faith of its members.

Through devout prayers and worship of the faith totems, the tribespeople poured out their innermost beliefs and desires. The totems would then carry these wishes to the ears of the gods, soothing the people’s souls and responding to their prayers.

But now, the Fire Seed in Crown Territory had done something incredible.

Not only had it accepted Jenny’s faith, but it had also absorbed that faith into itself.

This couldn’t help but raise a question in Feng Shan’s mind.

’Could it be that this Fire Seed has transformed into some kind of magical, totem-like existence?’

As for the secret behind it, Feng Shan had no clue.

After all, he was just a self-taught "Witch" who had never received any complete, systematic training. Faced with such a mystical and ancient body of knowledge, he could only fumble his way forward using scattered fragments from his ancestral dreams.

Sitting in her chair, Jenny’s gaze never left Feng Shan.

Seeing his expression flicker—his brow furrowed one moment, lost in thought the next, and then a hint of worry surfacing—Jenny’s heart clenched, and a tide of anxiety washed over her.

Gazing at the strangely transformed Fire Seed in his mind, Feng Shan knew there was no turning back now. He could only take things one step at a time.

However, before moving forward, he decided to lay down some rules for the Fire Seed.

He silently conveyed his command to the Fire Seed.

’From now on, you may only respond to Jenny’s prayers. You are to accept no others.’

’After all, every flicker of flame consumed to answer a prayer is Soul Power that I’ve gathered through great hardship.’

’Why should I let just anyone get a response so easily, simply by kneeling for a moment?’

’By what right?!’

’Even if my reserves were vast, I couldn’t afford to be so wasteful.’

’My resources aren’t infinite!’

After placating the Fire Seed, Feng Shan slowly severed his connection with it.

His gaze fell on Jenny. Seeing her face filled with worry, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly in a warm smile.

"Don’t worry, it’s a good thing."

"The scar on your face has nothing to do with you worshipping any gods. I think it’s probably because the air here in Crown Territory is fresh and clean, and the food and water are all-natural and unpolluted."

"Plus, your scar was already in the healing process. All those factors combined just sped up its recovery."

’Is that so?’

Jenny was doubtful. She didn’t really believe Feng Shan’s explanation.

Because when she had knelt before the fire pit, she had truly felt the flame respond to her. That wondrous and unique feeling couldn’t have been a lie.

"Can I still go to the fire pit to pray to the gods in the future?" Jenny looked up, a hint of cautious hope in her eyes.

Feng Shan looked at her, his gentle smile unwavering. He nodded. "Of course you can, but you must not tell anyone else. Faith is a personal matter, and I don’t want Crown Territory to one day become a gathering place for a bunch of fanatics."

Mm!

Having received Feng Shan’s permission, much of Jenny’s worry instantly dissipated, replaced by an inexpressible joy.

’If the scar on my face can really heal completely, then I can go back to being my old, pretty self again.’

Just then, as if suddenly remembering something, Feng Shan shot up from his chair.

"Nash is still waiting for me on the runway. It’s already been half an hour."

"You should hurry!" Jenny couldn’t help but snicker.

’Standing out on the open airfield for half an hour in this weather definitely wouldn’t be pleasant.’

"I’m leaving the house in your care. If anything comes up, remember to call me."

Feng Shan said as he walked quickly toward the dining room exit, not forgetting to call back a reminder to Jenny.

Jenny smiled and nodded, a sweet expression on her face as she watched Feng Shan’s back quickly disappear out of the dining room.

But the moment Feng Shan was out the door, the other girls, who had been burning with impatience, instantly swarmed around Jenny again, chirping like a flock of cheerful little birds.