“Your foundation has only just been restored. You must calm your mind, comprehend what you have gained, and consolidate your Dao fruit. You may find a place within the peak to cultivate in seclusion and familiarize yourself with your newfound power.”
Gu Changge’s voice was calm, as though he had merely done something insignificant.
Mo Yu’s enormous head remained pressed to the ground. His entire body trembled with excitement, and he was just about to kowtow once more in thanks for this gift of rebirth.
At that moment, a rustling sound came from the direction of the spirit fields not far away.
Lao Huang ambled slowly out of the spirit field, where spiritual energy lingered like mist. He was contentedly chewing on a Dragonfang Grass streaked with flowing radiance.
His thick bull’s tail swung lazily from side to side. Clearly, he had just finished his work and was looking for somewhere to lie down and digest his meal.
As soon as he reached the edge of the field, his enormous bull eyes casually swept toward the core area of Violet Bamboo Peak.
The moment his gaze passed over Mo Yu, who was prostrated on the ground with an aura that had completely changed, it abruptly stopped!
“Moo?!”
The spirit herb fell forgotten from Lao Huang’s mouth. His bull eyes instantly widened as he stared fixedly at Mo Yu’s majestic and awe-inspiring qilin form.
“Huh? This aura, this appearance… A qilin? And one with such a pure bloodline?”
A look of surprise and curiosity appeared on Lao Huang’s massive bull face. He shook his head, as if trying to confirm that he was not seeing things.
“Wait a second. Those crimson-gold profound markings, that arrogant air… Why do they look so much like the Qilinzi of our Southern Domain’s demon race?”
Before Gu Changge had invited Lao Huang back to Violet Bamboo Peak, he had lived in a mountain range in the Southern Domain. At the time, as a great demon of the Saint King realm, he had been fairly familiar with the prodigies of the Southern Domain.
Lao Huang examined Mo Yu from head to toe, his bull face first filled with shock, then slowly shifting into a mixture of sympathy and an indescribable urge to investigate.
He flicked his tail and thought to himself, “Good heavens, how did this kid get dragged into this too? Was he also ‘invited’ back by the Lord?”
His enormous bull eyes rolled about as his gaze swept over Mo Yu’s still-youthful body, which retained the aura of a cub and had yet to reach the Saint realm. Understanding and regret appeared in his eyes.
“What a pity. His cultivation is a little too low; he hasn’t matured yet. He wouldn’t even be enough to fill a gap between my teeth. When did the Lord change his tastes and start liking them this tender?”
Lao Huang scratched one of his massive horns with a forehoof, seemingly pondering a grave question.
“But speaking of which, it’s a qilin—the auspicious beast of antiquity. The meat must be tender. Perhaps it would practically melt in the mouth. A great tonic, too!”
Gu Changge had just lifted his teacup. His eyes swept inadvertently over Lao Huang’s drooling, foolish expression and the hungry look with which he was staring at Mo Yu, causing his movements to pause slightly.
Within his deep eyes, an extremely subtle ripple—almost impossible for anyone else to detect—seemed to flash.
This old bull has given me an idea. I have never tasted qilin meat before.
An ancient auspicious beast, with pure blood and vital energy. Now that his origin has been restored, his essence must be even more abundant. He could be stewed into a soup, or roasted over divine flames with a few spirit medicines added.
The flavor should be exceptionally fresh and delicious, and it would also greatly benefit the foundations of these little fellows.
The thought merely flashed through his mind and was not put into action.
Yet his gaze subconsciously fell upon Mo Yu once again, now carrying a hint of appraisal, as the qilin knelt on the ground with his aura surging.
In particular, Gu Changge looked at his crimson-gold scales, gleaming with flowing light and brimming with vitality, as well as his robust body.
This gaze was entirely different from the one he had used while examining Mo Yu’s origin and restoring it. It was less detached, as though he could see through the workings of heaven and earth, and more like… an “assessment.”
Mo Yu had been immersed in the excitement of having his bloodline completed and in his boundless awe toward Gu Changge when he suddenly felt a chill throughout his body, as though some incomparably terrifying existence had locked onto him.
It was a natural warning of danger originating from the depths of his bloodline!
His enormous body shuddered involuntarily, and his crimson-gold scales tightened slightly.
What was going on? Hadn’t the Honored Master already finished enlightening him?
Why did he suddenly feel so cold?
And this chill seemed to carry an indescribable sense of “danger.”
Xiao Ruobai, Fang Hanyu, Ling Xi, Fatty Wang, and the others took in everything: Lao Huang’s drooling expression, Gu Changge’s subtle glance and appraising gaze, and Mo Yu’s bewildered, slightly frightened trembling.
The corner of Xiao Ruobai’s mouth twitched almost imperceptibly before he looked away, seemingly unable to bear watching.
Deep in the eyes of Fang Hanyu and Ling Xi, a faintly strange look seemed to pass.
As Fatty Wang stared at Mo Yu’s majestic and mighty qilin form—which now looked rather delicious—his Adam’s apple bobbed involuntarily. He secretly swallowed.
Although Mo Yu had no idea what exactly was happening, the feeling of being “coveted” by several gazes grew stronger and stronger.
Especially that look in Fatty Wang’s eyes. Even the fur on Mo Yu’s qilin tail began to stand on end!
What was going on?!
Why did he suddenly feel so uneasy?
Gu Changge seemed to notice the subtle atmosphere as well. He set down his teacup and gave a light cough, reining in that inappropriate anticipation and once again returning to his expression of absolute calm.
“That is enough. Do not linger here.”
With a casual wave of his hand, several streams of light flew toward Mo Yu. They were several strange stones with restrained radiance, a bottle of liquid suffused with chaotic energy, and an ancient jade slip.
“These are Sky-Mending Stone Marrow, Chaotic Origin Liquid, and the Ten Thousand Beasts Paying Homage to the Emperor Art, which will consolidate your origin and lay a solid Saint foundation.
“Your foundation has only just been restored, so you must reinforce it. Take these and cultivate diligently. Strive to…”
“Enter the Saint realm as soon as possible.”
He had originally intended to say “achieve something soon,” but when he looked at Mo Yu’s body, which was clearly filled with “potential,” the words somehow changed into “enter the Saint realm as soon as possible.”
Hmm. A qilin in the Saint realm should have even more vigorous blood and vital energy, and a richer origin. Whether as…
Ahem. Whether as a source of combat power or as a mount, it would be more suitable.
Mo Yu had no idea how Gu Changge’s thoughts had turned in that instant. He was completely dazed by the sudden gifts that had fallen upon him!
Sky-Mending Stone Marrow! Chaotic Origin Liquid! And the Ten Thousand Beasts Paying Homage to the Emperor Art, which sounded extraordinary at first hearing!
These were all supreme treasures!
The Honored Master was truly too good to him!
Not only had he completed his origin, but he had also bestowed such precious resources to help him break through!
The strange chill and feeling of being coveted that had arisen moments ago instantly vanished beneath the overwhelming joy and gratitude.
“Thump!”
Mo Yu once again bowed deeply, his voice choked with emotion.
“Mo Yu thanks the Honored Master for your generous gifts! I will not fail your expectations. I will certainly enter the Saint realm as soon as possible and repay your grace of rebirth!”
He carefully put away the treasures. His enormous qilin face was filled with joy and determination.
After saluting Gu Changge and Xiao Ruobai’s group once more, he happily and energetically searched out a place within Violet Bamboo Peak where the Dao’s aura was exceptionally dense. He could not wait to enter seclusion and attempt his breakthrough into the Saint realm.
He had only one thought in his heart: The Honored Master has shown me such favor. I must become a Saint as soon as possible so that I can serve him better!
Watching Mo Yu’s energetic and delighted figure disappear into the clouds and mist, Fang Hanyu, Ling Xi, Fatty Wang, and even Lao Huang, who was peeking around from a distance, all revealed extremely complicated emotions in their eyes.
Those emotions contained sympathy, helplessness, and a hint of anticipation for the spectacle to come.
Xiao Ruobai silently turned his head and gazed at the sea of clouds in the distance, letting out a quiet sigh inwardly.
“Sigh… What a pure-hearted qilin. It probably doesn’t know yet that reaching the Saint Realm isn’t always a good thing.”
He murmured under his breath, his gaze distant, as if he could already see the future scene: smoke curling from the kitchen atop Violet Bamboo Peak, the air filled with the rich aroma of roasting meat, while a newly ascended Saint Realm qilin stood there, bewildered and terrified.
Then he raised a hand and, swiftly and inconspicuously, wiped the corner of his mouth, cleaning away the tiny trace of drool that had slipped out because his imagination had been just a little too vivid.
The icy sensation against his fingertips sent a sudden jolt through his entire body!
Xiao Ruobai’s face stiffened. He then violently shook his head, as if trying to fling that absurd thought completely out of his mind.
“What am I thinking?!”
“That’s Mo Yu! My mount, my beloved companion, my closest friend, my sworn brother. How could I have such thoughts?”
He fiercely condemned himself inwardly.
His gaze unconsciously swept over Lao Huang, who was still waiting expectantly in the distance, then shifted to Fatty Wang beside him, whose Adam’s apple was bobbing slightly.
“Hmm, I understand now.” Xiao Ruobai took a deep breath, and everything suddenly became clear to him.
He had definitely been led astray by this old bull who had nothing but food on his mind and by this good-for-nothing junior brother!
Everyone, don’t wait around for now. Come back and check again after eight o’clock!
Actually, I finished writing three chapters, but I wasn’t satisfied with them at all. I’ll see if I can rewrite and revise them. It will still take some time.
I’m truly sorry for keeping everyone waiting so long!
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
