The young man was as tall as Grandfather Chen Shi, robust in stature, with feet clad in black cloth shoes and dressed in a pale green Scholar Robe, which, in contrast to a Taoist’s attire, bore a white lapel and wide sleeves.
Around his waist was a white jade belt, and atop his head, a small black four-cornered hat adorned his dashing, handso face, bestowing upon him an air of extraordinary presence.
He was none other than Creation Little Five.
According to the Creation Treasure Book recorded by Chen Yindou, there are hundreds of monster-eatings, ranging from Ninth Grade to First Grade, each with bizarre and peculiar shapes. Even the First Grade Heavenly chanism Fu Shen, despite its handso and valiant appearance, has eight arms.
However, Creation Little Five looked like a normal person, rely a handso one at that.
After devouring the immortal crane, the Heaven Listeners were shocked, imdiately turning their ears around, pairs of ears all facing towards Creation Little Five.
One of the Heaven Listeners who was about to write sothing suddenly felt a tightening around his waist. Looking down, a long scarlet tongue had unknowingly coiled around his waist.
Following the tongue to its end, he saw the tall young man.
Creation Little Five opened his mouth wide, and the next instant, the Heaven Listener disappeared. Creation Little Five straightened his neck, mouth gaping wide, the legs of the Heaven Listener dangling outside, his body bound rigidly, his legs kicking aimlessly.
Mimicking a pelican, Creation Little Five shook his neck, swallowing the Heaven Listener into his stomach.
"Spit!"
A pair of black, long-tubed official boots flew out of his mouth, firmly landing on the ground, though their owner was already on his way west in Creation Little Five’s stomach.
So of the other Heaven Listeners were hastily scribbling down the scene, while so, sensing the danger early, turned to flee.
Yet no matter how fast they were, they couldn’t outrun Creation Little Five.
"Don’t go! Your ears are the tastiest!"
After his feast, Creation Little Five arrived at Huangpo Village and was greeted by an old lady approaching. He smiled and said, "Are you... Wu Zhu? How co you’ve aged so terribly? I saw you when I was just born, and back then you were still a blossoming young lady."
Old Lady Wu Zhu, with her dim sight, examined him and exclaid in surprise, "Chen Tang, you’re back? You only return after your father’s death! What an unfilial wretch..."
She scolded as she raised her walking stick to hit Creation Little Five’s forehead.
Creation Little Five’s face bore a malevolent look; the old lady had struck his three taboos with a single sentence.
She mistook him for Chen Tang.
She scolded him for being unfilial.
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She complained about his late return.
If it had been before, the little old lady would have been torn to pieces and reduced to ash, but the sentence "Your father is dead" struck Creation Little Five’s heart, throwing him into a state of utter confusion.
"My father is dead..." he muttered.
He had jumped down from the Great Ming Treasure Ship, determined to go to Huangpo Village to finish off his old father Chen Yindou, to rid himself of his father’s discipline.
He had arrived full of murderous intent, but before he could even enter the village, he learned of Chen Yindou’s death.
Creation Little Five felt his face wet, and touching it, found it was covered in water.
He tasted it; it was salty.
At that mont, he inexplicably felt an emotion known as sorrow invading his heart, filling it completely.
He didn’t like Chen Yindou and was filled with fear of him.
This was because Old Man Chen Yindou would often beat him for his misdeeds, sotis bringing dozens of Heavenly chanism to join in on the beating, and once even locked him up in a pitch-black place with an Evil God to suppress him.
Therefore, he hated Chen Yindou.
But upon hearing of Chen Yindou’s death, this sorrow felt strangely intense.
He felt as if he had lost the most important person in his life, leaving his heart empty and hollow.
"Wu Zhu, take to see him," he said, barely holding back his tears, though they wouldn’t stop flowing, choking up as he spoke.
Old Lady Wu Zhu led him to Chen Yindou’s grave, and Creation Little Five stood before the tombstone, silent.
Old Lady Wu Zhu kicked him in the shin and scolded, "Do you think you’re the Emperor? Not even kneeling before your father’s grave!"
Creation Little Five’s palms sprouted sharp, slender claws, wanting to stab the old lady right then and there, but he refrained and knelt before Chen Yindou’s grave.
As she forcefully knocked on his head with her walking stick, creating a loud knock, she scolded, "Aren’t you going to kowtow?"
Creation Little Five, seething with resentnt, his face distorting slightly, forced himself to kowtow to Chen Yindou’s tombstone, thinking to himself, "Father, I know you don’t like old ladies, you prefer them young, so I didn’t kill Wu Zhu to burn her for you."
After seeing him kowtow, Old Lady Wu Zhu left, satisfied at last.
Atop the loess ridge, Chen Shi waited until Zhu Xiucai had cald down before seeking his advice on how to use the West King Jade Seal.
Upon seeing the West King Jade Seal, Zhu Xiucai once again beca overwheld with sadness, wailing, "I am but a failed Scholar, how would I know how to use such a treasure? You possess the map of the nations and lands of fifty provinces; all you need to do is seal and consecrate divinities everywhere, and once the provinces of fifty are filled with Divine, this object will beco a vital treasure to stabilize the fortunes of West Bull New Continent."
"How can it be consecrated?" Chen Shi pressed further.
"I told you, I am a failed Scholar, my family fallen, I didn’t even pass the Scholar examination, how could I know such things? Light so incense sticks for it and give it a try."
As he said this, he burst into tears, "If the ancestors knew I had sold the Jade Seal, they would surely flay and stuff with straw... Eh, wait, that’s wrong, the ancestors sold it themselves! Nevermind then."
Seeing his madness, Chen Shi left the loess ridge.
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