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"I really am Little Turtle!" Yan Xiaobao anxiously said.
"Oh?" Hou Yunfei replied with a strange expression on his face. He quickly nodded. "Okay, okay. You are Little Turtle...."
At this mont, Hou Xiaoi looked at Brother Xiao Chun and softly said, "Brother Xiao Chun, you are like a cloud in the sky, who doesn't care about worldly affairs before telling ... Actually, in my heart, you are as important as him. You don't need to pretend to be him..."
"But I really am—"
Before he finished speaking, Hou Yunfei looked at him sternly, gripping his arm tightly. "Xiao Chun, we believe in you!"
Yan Xiaobao's eyes widened. "I really—"
Before he could finish, Hou Yunfei's expression beca even more serious. "Xiao Chun. We really believe in you!"
"I—" Yan Xiaobao's eyes began to go blank because a feeling of frustration filled him. No matter how he tried to explain the situation, it was of no use. Things were completely different from what he imagined. Despondent, he slowly turned and walked away, sohow finding his way back to the sect.
Back in the courtyard, he stared blankly at the sky, a sorrowful expression on his face.
"But I really am Lord Turtle..." he murmured, feeling deeply wronged. He had always dread of publicly declaring his identity, but now that dream was shattered.
After a while, he concluded that the issue lay in the fact that he had worked so hard over the years to exaggerate Little Turtle's image in people's minds... To them, Little Turtle was a completely proud and extraordinary individual.
More precisely, due to Hou Xiaoi's relentless efforts, this Little Turtle had turned into a God...
After so ti, Yan Xiaobao reluctantly went to find Xu Baocai to explain the truth. Afterward, Xu Baocai stared at him blankly for a while... then repeatedly nodded, saying he believed him.
Yan Xiaobao returned worriedly to his courtyard, once again standing there feeling empty.
A few days later, Sunx Chen ca to visit. Yan Xiaobao imdiately perked up. All of a sudden, he had hope that Sunx Chen could rember who auctioned the pill they had sent.
However, before he could even speak, Sunx Chen handed over a Spirit Stone, then clasped his hands together and bowed deeply. With solemnity, he said, "Brother Bai, I am not sure which esteed elector concocted that pill. The Clan Leader of the Sun Clan was very shocked about the matter. We know that the only way to contact the Chosen is through you, Brother Bai. Otherwise, you would not have been the one to send the pill.
"Brother Bai, can you tell him that the Sun Clan wishes for a long-term friendship with him? If he needs any help with selling pills in the future, we will do our utmost to assist him!
"One more thing, Brother Bai. Could you pass on a ssage to the elector, I understand he does not seek fa and wealth, intentionally avoiding major disturbances? He is like a cloud in the sky, seeking perfection in the path of dicine. People like him will undoubtedly reach incredible heights in the future. Therefore, our Sun Clan is happy to handle all matters related to the outside world for him." Sunx Chen clasped his hands together, bowed deeply again. When he looked up, he noticed that Yan Xiaobao's expression was completely blank. When that expression didn't change, Sunx Chen clasped his hands once more, bowed, and then left.
Deep inside, when he considered how high Yan Xiaobao's position was within the Spiritual Sect, he sighed, and how that mysterious, unfathomable person dealt with him, of which others were unaware.
From the beginning, he never even considered that Yan Xiaobao might actually be Little Turtle. Their characters were too different. After all, not only the disciples of the Spirit Stream Sect knew about this Little Turtle. Cultivators outside knew him too. Everyone conducted their own investigations and reached conclusions similar to Zhou Xinqi's.
When Yan Xiaobao cald down, the moon was already high in the sky. He sighed deeply, jumped onto the bamboo fence surrounding the courtyard. With his hands clasped behind his back, he gazed at the stars, his long black hair swaying in the wind, his robe rustling.
"I never thought, deep in my heart, there's a desire to avoid worldly affairs. I am like a cloud floating in the sky. Ai. I shouldn't have hidden things so well. At tis, being superior truly feels lonely." As he stood there under the moonlight, he gently flicked his sleeve, truly looking like a solitary hero. Now that he had a lot of Spirit Stones, Yan Xiaobao no longer worried about the Little Turtle issue. His heart had been pierced by what had happened a thousand tis. Now, the only thing left to do was to go to the dicine Making Hall, to heal by imrsing himself in pill concoction.
Up till now, Yan Xiaobao's ability to compile second-level Spiritual dicine had improved to perfection. His success rate was very high, and he had already begun researching third-level dicine.
As he started working, a rumbling sound filled his workstation. On one occasion, when a pill sprang into the air and crashed fiercely against the wall, sothing completely unexpected happened, causing a loud booming sound and leaving a small crater.
However, compared to the ti when a failed batch of pills exploded, emitting smoke that even the protective spells of the workshop could barely stop, it was almost nothing. It enveloped nearly half of the dicine Making Hall, causing everyone inside to rush out, coughing and cursing the whole ti.
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