It’s embarrassing, truly too embarrassing. After all, we’re speaking of one of the legendary Four Great Fierce Beasts. You saying you’re a vegetarian, I can endure that; facing the Aolai Divine Beast, being timid and cowardly, I can also tolerate. But to be shad so thoroughly, how can I bear it? You act so servilely, losing all dignity of a Divine Beast, and even disgrace his old face completely.
"..." Mu Hanyan feels not just sympathy for Xia Youchen now—it’s deep pity. If it was her burdened with such a "Divine Beast," she’d probably be at a loss for words and shedding countless tears.
But there’s nothing she can do; she hasn’t rged with the mories of the Aolai Divine Beast yet. No matter how much she sympathizes with Xia Youchen, it’s beyond her control.
"What kind of Exotic Beast are you, little piglet?" Xia Youchen’s mind finally shifted to a normal track, asking as he looked at the Exotic Beast resembling a little piglet by Mu Hanyan’s side. Suddenly, he understood one thing—this couldn’t be just any regular Exotic Beast; otherwise, how could it make his Qiongqi so obsequious?
"Do you rember that egg?" Mu Hanyan said, her expression sowhat complex. Honestly, she didn’t want to further hurt the old man’s fragile heart, but since he asked, she had to answer truthfully. After all, she wanted to be an honest and good child, "The one that almost killed you."
Upon hearing this, Xia Youchen’s face turned into sothing so complex it made everyone feel sympathy for him. Zirong and the others looked at Mu Hanyan and rolled their eyes inwardly. Really, the young master is an expert at adding insult to injury, not afraid of making the old man cry.
At this mont, Xia Youchen had no desire whatsoever to know what kind of Divine Beast this little piglet really was. He felt as though the world had turned gray, with chilling winds and fallen leaves everywhere, all appearing desolate.
"Never mind, never mind, bad luck for . I’ll take my leave. The favor of saving today shall be repaid... if I ever have the ability to do so." Xia Youchen walked out, head downcast.
Qiongqi bowed to Little Auspicious Beast, whimpering in its mouth. Then, Little Auspicious Beast waved its small paw impatiently, as if shooing away flies.
Though this half piece of Beast Soul Relic was enough to fulfill Qiongqi’s growth needs for several years and he usually only needed regular food, given this situation, he could only wonder how many more misfortunes awaited him. Once the renowned Beast Taming Sword Saint, now he was worn out and beginning to doubt life.
Watching Xia Youchen’s lonely back slowly walking away, Mu Hanyan and the others felt deeply saddened.
"Wait." Mu Hanyan suddenly spoke.
"What now?" Xia Youchen’s expression was one of utter despair as he turned his head back numbly.
"I’ll give you this. For Little Qiongqi later." Mu Hanyan took out a piece of Beast Soul Relic and threw it to Xia Youchen.
Xia Youchen, who seed utterly despondent a mont ago, now caught the Beast Soul Relic eagerly like a starving tiger, tears streaming down.
"You, you’re really giving this to ?" Xia Youchen’s voice trembled.
Mu Hanyan’s feelings were complex; once a person of great influence, Xia Youchen was now excited over one piece of Beast Soul Relic.
"For Qiongqi." Mu Hanyan sighed.
"In the future, generous repaynt will be made." Holding the Beast Soul Relic delightedly, Xia Youchen walked away, with Qiongqi whimpering and following behind him until they gradually faded from view.
"Let’s leave too," Mu Hanyan said as she collected the remaining pieces of Beast Soul Relic, ready to leave with Huayue and the others.
Having eaten and drunk enough, Little Auspicious Beast reverted to its piglet deanor, tugging at Mu Hanyan’s pant leg and lazily climbing upward. Its sluggish movents made everyone anxious. Indeed, apart from snatching food, the creature never moved fast.
Mu Hanyan could hardly watch any longer and promptly grabbed it by the neck, throwing it directly into her pocket.
The group left the Ancient Relics—more accurately, the Nirvana Rebirth Land of the Aolai Divine Beast, also its palace built from longing for its master.
Walking once more through the magnificent palace, looking at the solitary throne and the solemn guards on either side, Mu Hanyan felt a mysterious pressure, which gave her a strong sense of reverence, making her expression involuntary beco much more solemn.
Behind them, Huayue and the others fared even worse; under that pressure, they surprisingly felt an urge to worship, their expressions becoming inexplicably fearful.
Strange enough, why hadn’t they felt this upon entering earlier? Was it because they knew about the Aolai Divine Beast and the origin of this palace? Mu Hanyan and the others silently pondered.
Once they exited the palace, everyone felt much lighter, letting out a long breath.
Ye Lanfeng ford a hand formation once more, creating a barrier to hide the palace within Flying Peak. Although there was nothing of value left inside, only Mu Hanyan and the others knew this; outsiders didn’t know. If soone found out there was an ancient palace left behind tens of thousands of years ago, no one knew what kind of trouble might arise.
Birds die for food; humans die for wealth—that’s an unbreakable truth throughout the ages.
Clearly, Ye Lanfeng had expended too much to seal the spatial rifts; he hadn’t fully recovered yet, ford the hand formation laboriously, and his complexion was extrely serious, not long before beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Mu Hanyan could still rely on inspiration to break seals, but forming a barrier was sothing she couldn’t manage. Seeing his exhausted appearance, she felt sorry and couldn’t help but use a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Ye Lanfeng returned a tender smile to Mu Hanyan.
Huayue and the others exchanged glances secretly, all turned their heads as if they hadn’t seen anything, yet inwardly sighed with regret once more: "Alas, if only the young master were a woman."
Before long, the mountain wall returned to its previous state, even Mu Hanyan couldn’t sense a hint of the sealing barrier.
Upon Ye Lanfeng’s cessation, Mu Hanyan promptly put away the handkerchief and took out an elixir, handing it over.
Ye Lanfeng didn’t decline, took the elixir and ditated for a while, his complexion gradually regaining its color.
"Brother Ye, with the space rift sealed, there’s no more Heaven and Earth Power from the Divine Continent. Won’t the area around Flying Peak return to being wasteland?" Zirong asked regretfully.
This was part of their young master’s estate, so they naturally didn’t want it to revert to barren land.
"Don’t worry about that. With my strength, I can’t completely seal the rift—it will still release traces of Heaven and Earth Power from the Divine Continent." Ye Lanfeng said with a relaxed smile.
"But without the repression from the Aolai Divine Beast, won’t there be hidden dangers?" Hearing Ye Lanfeng’s words, Huayue and the others showed concern.
Nobody understood better than them the terrifying power produced when two kinds of Heaven and Earth Power collide; having such worries was only natural.
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