Chapter 766: Chapter 757 Yueyue
Staring at the Life Creation Pill in the Divine King’s hand, the middle-aged man was filled with doubt.
Carefully examining the opposite party once more, he indeed felt no cultivator’s aura from the Divine King.
“Could it be a bluff?”
He mused to himself; even the old Wang family’s son, from his sect, might not easily find a pill to extend life.
Not to ntion, a so-called hundred-year extension, it seed like sheer fantasy.
Despite such thoughts, the man didn’t voice them, instead, he smiled. Anyway, he planned to give the candied hawthorn sticks to Little Ziyue; then it made no difference whether the pill was real or not.
“Hehehe, Little Ziyue can finally eat candied hawthorn sticks.”
When the Divine King handed the pill to the man, Little Ziyue unceremoniously snatched the two strings of candied hawthorn.
“Business is hard; it’s better to head ho early today.”
Until the Divine King left with Mo Wangchen and Little Ziyue, disappearing entirely from the middle-aged man’s sight, he sighed.
“I didn’t sell a single candied hawthorn today, just got an edible pill instead.”
He chuckled, uncaringly putting the Life Creation Pill into his mouth.
“Boom!”
Not long after swallowing, as he began to clean up his stall to leave,
suddenly, his body trembled violently, and in the surrounding void, an invisible spiritual energy of heaven and earth seed to co alive, surging towards him.
“I…”
“I can actually sense the presence of spiritual energy in heaven and earth now!”
After quite a while, the middle-aged man returned to his senses, exclaiming. He hadn’t embarked on cultivation because he lacked the aptitude and couldn’t connect with spiritual energy.
But now, inexplicably successful in sensing the presence of spiritual energy, it ant that he could finally attempt cultivation from today onward.
“What a pity, I’m already in middle age. Even if I can cultivate, I’ve lost the vigor of youth,” he thought, sighing once more.
Nonetheless, being able to cultivate suddenly wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.
“Young man, you’re speaking quite maturely for your age!” An elder passing by the stall overheard and instinctively glanced over.
“What do you an, Immortal? I…”
The man was stunned. Did the other just call him “young man”?
Suddenly, he seed to realize sothing, pulling out a small copper mirror from his belongings.
“I… I’ve beco younger!” Seeing his changed appearance in the mirror, he exclaid again.
“I get it now; it must be due to the pill!”
By now, he was utterly convinced that the Life Creation Pill given by the Divine King was indeed a miraculous divine pill.
“In these chaotic tis, the Ancient Clans dominate; the Human Clan struggles to breathe. You seem quite young and seem to have so aptitude for cultivation. Are you interested in joining my sect?”
The elder spoke again.
Hearing this, the man was overjoyed, “I am! I am!”
“Haha, let test your talent first,” the elder laughed, then walked up, placing a hand gently on his heavenly spirit cover.
“This is…”
Monts later, the elder’s expression changed, then turned into overwhelming joy, “A top-grade spirit root! A top-grade spirit root!”
“I’ve road far and wide, never expecting to find such a good seedling here today. Haha, co back to the sect with , and you’ll be my direct disciple!”
With these words, the elder paid no attention to the man’s reaction, with a sweep of his great sleeves, he conjured a gust of wind, taking the man with him, and vanished from the scene.
“Was that the Pavilion Master of the Spiritual Hill Pavilion, an Immortal Realm Great Power, taking a disciple?”
It wasn’t until they had completely disappeared that those around snapped back to reality.
…
“In ancient tis, the Ancient Royal Families dominated, but why is there no sign of the Ancient Clan in this city?”
In Gulan City, Mo Wangchen followed behind the Divine King, constantly observing the surrounding crowd, full of curiosity.
“Big brother, Yueyue hasn’t eaten for days; Yueyue is so hungry.” As Mo Wangchen lowered his head deep in thought, soone suddenly tugged at his sleeve, and he heard a young girl’s innocent voice.
Mo Wangchen was startled. Turning to look, he found that the one tugging his sleeve was a frail, dirty little girl.
Though addressing him, her poor eyes were wide open, fixated on the candied hawthorn stick in Little Ziyue’s hand.
“What a poor little sister…”
Before Mo Wangchen could say anything, Little Ziyue was already filled with sympathy.
She walked over and without hesitation handed the half-eaten candied hawthorn stick to Yueyue.
Yueyue’s face lit up. She snatched the stick from Ziyue and imdiately devoured it ravenously, leaving not a single seed.
“Your na is Yueyue?”
Little Ziyue asked. The pitiable little girl seed just six or seven, much younger than herself.
“Yes, thank you, sister!” Yueyue nodded vigorously, her face beaming with joy.
“Hehe, my na is Ji Ziyue. Our nas are quite alike.”
Little Ziyue also laughed, then glanced at Ji Divine King, “Father, can we take Yueyue to eat sothing?”
The Divine King didn’t speak but nodded. Being a father himself, seeing the pitiful Little Ziyue, he couldn’t help feeling a sense of compassion.
At the side, Mo Wangchen remained silent, his mind filled with countless thoughts. Seeing Yueyue, he suddenly rembered the ti in Tiannan when he t Yaoyao; the scenarios seed strikingly similar.
“Yueyue, where’s your family?”
The group entered a tavern, Mo Wangchen was in charge of ordering food, while Little Ziyue was busy inquiring about sothing.
Hearing Ziyue’s question, Yueyue’s eyes welled with tears, she replied, “Father and mother were killed by bad people. The Great Elder grandpa fought desperately to send Yueyue away, but then the Great Elder grandpa was also killed…”
The group beca silent, listening to Yueyue’s detailed account, and finally learned that Yueyue was originally from a place called the Sword Sect.
The Sect Leader was her father; later, for certain reasons, the Sword Sect was exterminated, and both of Yueyue’s parents died in battle.
“So cruel, how could they be so ruthless?” After hearing this, Little Ziyue was filled with anger.
“Who were they?” Mo Wangchen also frowned. Being wiped out due to enmity was no rare thing, but Yueyue’s account revealed that the Sword Sect, including the Sect Master and all disciples, were completely annihilated.
Only Yueyue survived; such thorough extermination was appalling.
“It was… the Demon God Clan…”
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