Knowing that she had made a mistake, Li Shiyin worked very seriously. As she had promised, she finished the remaining work in half a day and completed Chasing the Wind's cat climbing frame before dinner.
After dinner, Qin Ran found an opportunity to move the cat climbing frame up from the bottom of the lake.
Cat climbing frame...cat climbing frame...
Although it was called a cat climbing frame, everyone knew that this was actually a tiger climbing frame, and it was a tiger climbing frame that Li Shiyin hoped Chasing the Wind could still play on when he grew up.
A healthy adult tiger is generally about one meter tall, about three meters long, and weighs about 700 catties. And for this thing to be able to jump up and play...
So you can imagine how big the cat climbing frame carved by Li Shiyin was.
Put by the lake, it looked like a small building.
The height of the cat climbing frame was over eight meters, divided into three floors in total, and the floor area of each floor was at least fifty square meters.
Why do you say it is divided into three floors in total?
Because each of its floors was not solid, and its division was not very clear. Li Shiyin deliberately showed off her sword skills, layer upon layer, one layer after another...
In short, it could ensure that Chasing the Wind could jump around and play on it, and also ensure that he could find a place to sleep, roll around, and sharpen his claws.
This cat climbing frame was not like the previous cat scratching board that Li Shiyin had deliberately made fun of. Every pillar was carved with Li Shiyin's sword energy, and every top end was cut with Li Shiyin's rotten carpentry sword technique...
This pile of cat climbing frames stood there with the feeling of a rugged work of art.
And this cat climbing frame was moved from the bottom of the lake with great effort by the Golden Core cultivator Qin Ran and placed at the junction of the lake and the stream.
It can be imagined that when there is water in the lake, the green waves will be rippling there, and the stream will be flowing here. A big cat playing on the frame, occasionally jumping into the lake and river, would be an extremely lively and vivid picture.
But as expected, this cat climbing frame was not only popular with Chasing the Wind, but Long Qiqi also liked it very much.
Chasing the Wind is not yet fully grown, jumping around on the frame feels like a child driving a big car;
But this feeling was completely absent in Long Qiqi. Because she directly transformed into her original form, turning into a pipe-thick giant snake coiling at the top of the frame, declaring her sovereignty.
Chasing the Wind had been jumping for a while and finally jumped to the top layer. Before he could be happy, he was ruthlessly swept to the second layer by Long Qiqi’s tail.
He climbed up and stood on the second layer, raised his paws at Long Qiqi and threatened: "Mine!"
Long Qiqi then poked her huge head, as big as Chasing the Wind's body, out from the third layer in front of Chasing the Wind, revealing two poisonous fangs, hissing a red snake letter, threatening back.
How could he, Chasing the Wind, suffer this grievance? This was his territory. He was still a seventh-level demon beast. So he jumped up and slapped Long Qiqi's snake head.
Long Qiqi was stunned for a moment. This stuttering dad tiger actually dared to hit her? He dared to get violent?! She swung her head over.
Chasing the Wind stepped on the wind to avoid it and looked back to taunt her: "Roar..."
"Hiss Hiss..." Long Qiqi was furious. Her snake body slid swiftly to chase him.
By the river, Li Shiyin sat on the bank, lifted her skirt, and stretched her feet as white as jade into the river to paddle.
Seeing Long Qiqi and Chasing the Wind frolicking on the frame like children, she laughed and asked Qin Ran, "Master, do you see how long they can mess around like this before that frame collapses?"
Qin Ran was not far away looking after his crane-capped immortal grass. Hearing this, he glanced at the frame and said, "Don't worry about it. I'll reinforce it with restrictions some time. It won't break that easily."
"Do you see them as children? How naughty!" Li Shiyin laughed.
Hearing this, Qin Ran looked at her again, with more than a little meaning in his eyes, and said, "They are actually little kids... But you on the other hand..."
He stopped there, the words ended but the meaning was endless.
"How could I possibly be like them when I'm so mature, stable, beautiful and graceful?" Li Shiyin did not admit it.
"Oh right, right, right..." Qin Ran agreed.
Li Shiyin looked at Qin Ran, always feeling that he was not affirming her.
Time slowly passed, the light dimmed, dusk fell, and the people of Dan Peak slowly returned to their rooms to sleep.
The night was quiet, with only the sound of insects chirping. At a certain moment, Qin Ran's room door opened, and a sturdy man with a messy head dress walked out. Bare-chested and disheveled, he had quite a bold and unrestrained air.
This man closed the door and jumped into the night. He flew out of Dan Peak towards the outside forest.
But after flying just a few meters without reaching the outer forest, he suddenly stopped. He raised his hand, created a bubble, threw it to the side, and pulled a big cat shadow out of the darkness.
"Chasing the Wind! Go back!" the sturdy man shouted.
"Roar..." The darkness faded from Chasing the Wind's body as he turned back into that cute little white tiger. He shook his head coquettishly in the bubble, "Dad roar!"
Qin Ran was both helpless and angry. He appeased, "Dad is going out to do proper business. You can't follow along." After speaking, he used the bubble to send Chasing the Wind back to his own room.
No matter how Chasing the Wind cried, made trouble and rolled around in the bubble, he ignored it.
"Sigh..." Qin Ran sighed. With such a ruler of darkness at home, this blackening trick for going out was no longer useful! How could he deceive Chasing the Wind's eyes?
But he was going to Linxian City this time, and he really could not bring Chasing the Wind along, so he had to restrain him.
Looking back at Dan Peak, Qin Ran stopped caring and hurried away, disappearing above Dan Peak.
After building his golden core, Qin Ran's concealment techniques had improved exponentially. Not long after leaving Dao Sword Sect, he arrived in Linxian City.
This was Qin Ran's first time coming to Linxian City after killing the people from the "Yuan" organization last time.
To be honest, although he had a completely different disguise this time, he was still a little cowardly, afraid that this kind of immortal cultivation world organization would have some kind of aura tracking method, soul tracking method, causal tracking method, that kind of thing he was completely unfamiliar with.
Fortunately, he deliberately lingered in Linxian City for a while and did not notice anything wrong. He also went to the "Yuan Teahouse" to drink half a cup of tea, still nothing seemed wrong.
Thus, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the follow-up handling last time was quite clean without leaving any tails and attracting the attention of the "Yuan" organization.
At the same time, it also proved that the "Yuan" organization did not have those weird magic tricks.
After drinking tea at the "Yuan Teahouse", when it was past midnight, Qin Ran got up and walked towards the city’s largest auction house.
This largest auction house took the “Linxian” from “Linxian City”, and was called Linxian Auction House. It was an auction house patronized by the lord of Linxian City.
It can be imagined that such an auction house not only catered to cultivators, but also to mortals.
Therefore, the things auctioned inside were extremely miscellaneous, including shoddy items used to deceive mortals, as well as treasures that could arouse higher-level cultivators' desires.
For a cultivator who wanted to get what they wanted here, they would have to spend a lot of time and effort... This was why the small auction houses that only catered to cultivators targeted by the "Yuan" organization that Qin Ran went to last time were so widely existed.
But Qin Ran's bat identity had already attracted the attention of the "Yuan" organization, so he could no longer go to that auction house.
And to prevent the "Yuan" organization from marking his pills, he had no choice but to come to this kind of large-scale auction house to test the waters first.
Qin Ran stood in front of Linxian Auction House, looking at its front door, praying in his heart that he would get lucky tonight and obtain all the materials in one go, so he wouldn't have to come back tomorrow.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
