“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!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
