Chapter 219: Long time no see, old friend (Gold Nugget Aotian returns)

The golden morning light penetrated the window of the tree house. Xiaobai rubbed his eyes and sat up from the flower petal bed.

The clear singing of elves came from outside the window, and the sweet fruity fragrance floated in the air.

Fan Wujiu was adjusting the tassel of the Qingli Sword. When he saw her wake up, he handed her a small emerald green robe embroidered with silver patterns.

"The dress for the Muling Festival sent by the elves."

He helped Xiaobai tie the jade belt around his waist. "It is said that it can enhance the effect of the holy spring."

Xiaobai looked down at the flashing runes on her cuffs, and suddenly heard a quick prompt from the system: [High-energy reaction detected! A life signal associated with the host appeared in the northwest.] Her heart skipped a beat, and she leaned on the windowsill to look out.

In the Emerald Square, representatives of various ethnic groups who were invited to participate in the Soul-Mudding Festival were gathering.

"Brother, let's go down quickly." Xiaobai tugged at Fan Wujiu's sleeve, but his eyes were fixed on the golden figure in the center of the square, surrounded by many stars: big furry ears, a fluffy tail, and drinking fruit juice from a crystal glass. Who else could it be but a gold nugget?

Fan Wujiu keenly noticed her tense little hands: "Know her?"

"It could be my lost God of Wealth." Xiaobai narrowed his eyes and looked at the jade crown pendant hanging around Jin Nugget's neck, "But now it seems to be the Elf Prince?"

As the dizziness of space transfer passed, Fan Wujiu had teleported her to the edge of the square.

After a close observation, Xiaobai discovered that the cultivation level of the invited guests was unfathomable, while the spiritual energy fluctuations lingering around the gold nugget were comparable to those of a saint.

What was even more surprising was that the silver-armored general who was being awarded the medal by the elven elder on the podium had a flamboyant sword-like brow that perfectly matched a face that deserved a beating in his memory.

[Energy spectrum matching completed] The system suddenly popped up a light screen, [Confirmed to be Long Aotian's real body, current cultivation: Peak of the True Fairyland. Additional information: Awakened Bifang bloodline]

"Interesting." Xiaobai licked his fangs and suddenly broke free from Fan Wujiu's hand. "Brother, wait here. I'm going to meet my old friend."

Without waiting for a response, she squeezed into the crowd with her short legs. Seeing that she was a delicate and pretty child, the elves made way for her.

When Xiaobai deliberately bumped into Jinkuai's sedan chair, the guards were about to scold him, but they saw their usually arrogant prince suddenly jumped up in anger.

"This spiritual power fluctuation..." The round ears of the gold nugget trembled violently, and the tip of its nose approached the top of Xiaobai's hair and sniffed fiercely, "Qingli sword intent? And the breath of thunder?" It suddenly covered its mouth with its claws, and tears as big as beans rolled in its eyes, "Xiaobai? Is it you, Xiaobai?"

Xiaobai didn't expect to be discovered so quickly. Just as he was about to answer, a wave of hot air suddenly came from behind him.

The silver-armored general descended from the sky, his combat boots crushing three tiles on the ground. He was so excited that even his sword was buzzing: "I was wondering why I suddenly felt palpitations. When I was combing your hair on the mountain peak..."

"Shut up, Xiaobai." Jinkuai slapped Aotian in the face with his tail, jumped off the sedan chair and protected Xiaobai behind him, "Pay attention to your current identity. How can the great general of the elves say such things in public?"

The surrounding elves were collectively petrified.

The majestic prince in their eyes was wiping the face of a human child with his claws, while the newly-conferred cold-faced general was kneeling on the ground, crying and laughing.

What was even more horrifying was that the child suddenly reached out and grabbed the prince's ear.

"Explain." Xiao Bai said in a baby voice, but his eyes were sharp as a knife, "How did you become a high-ranking elf?"

Aotian wiped his face, and blue flames suddenly ignited around him.

Amid the exclamations of the crowd, his body twisted and expanded, transforming into a giant red bird with a one-legged crane body, its tail feathers dragging streams of fire in a brilliant trail across the sky.

"It is the true body of Bifang." An elderly elf knelt down and kowtowed, "It is the auspicious beast mentioned in the records."

When the flames gathered into a human form, Aotian held a dancing colorful fire lotus in his palm: "Back then, I was swept into the demon world by the space cracks, and I was seriously injured and revealed my true form.

It was Jin Nugget who discovered the Bifang bloodline in my body and took me to the heart of the Tree of Life to retreat for a hundred years. "He flicked his fingertips, and the fire lotus turned into starlight and sank into Xiaobai's brow. "Now I can control all the fires in the world, and you don't have to save the Samadhi True Fire anymore. "

Not willing to be outdone, Gold Nugget stomped his feet, and the grass and trees in the entire square grew wildly in an instant.

Vines weaved into a throne to hold it up, and countless points of light came from all directions: "I am now the only 'Son of Nature' in the elves. My father said that he would pass the throne to me when I can transform."

It suddenly lowered its voice and said, "But I think the original form is good. The transformed form has to wear pants, I don't like it."

Xiaobai finally laughed out loud and was about to speak when a shrill alarm suddenly sounded in the distance. The branches and leaves of the Tree of Life shook violently, and the seven holy springs boiled at the same time.

A wounded blue phoenix stumbled and landed in the square, with the blood-covered elf elder rolling off its back.

"The northern border has fallen." The elder screamed and crushed the jade slip of communication, "The Soul Devouring Demon Lord has joined forces with the twelve cave masters to rebel. The king was poisoned by the Nine Nether Soul Devouring Poison to protect the Snow Phoenix Clan. The rebels have broken through the three layers of the barrier."

Amid the uproar, Xiaobai felt her sleeve being pulled. The gold nugget had somehow turned back to the size of a hamster and crawled into her arms, its little paws tightly grasping her collar: "Xiaobai, help me."

My father said that only the blood of the gods' hearts can cure the Nine Nether Poison.

Aotian has put on his armor again, and the token on his waist is spewing out blazing flames: "My three thousand Fire Spirit Guards are on standby at any time." He looked at Xiaobai with his eyes no longer frivolous, revealing the shadow of the rebellious man in the sect back then, "This time it's our turn to protect you."

The emerald sky suddenly darkened. Outside the barrier, dark clouds loomed, and countless monsters could be vaguely seen. Xiaobai took out the Qingli Sword and found that Fan Wujiu had stood beside her without her knowing when, with frost condensed on the scabbard.

"It looks like the Soul-Mudding Festival is about to end early." Xiao Bai placed the gold nugget on top of his head and pointed the tip of his sword at the barrier that was beginning to crack. "System, exchange it for ten Nine-Turn Soul-Resurrection Pills, the kind that can cure the netherworld poison."

[Exchange successful] The system voice was unusually solemn, [Special reminder: Abnormal spatial fluctuations were detected inside the Tree of Life, suspected to be the same source as the space-time turbulence three hundred years ago]

A strong wind suddenly blew up, and the first barrier was shattered. In the flying emerald light, Xiaobai and the other two looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

Those years of separation seemed to have never existed, and at this moment they were still the young partners who ran away side by side after getting into trouble, but this time, what they had to face together was not the master's discipline, but the storm that swept across the entire demon world.

"Formation!"

Ao Tian's roar pierced the sky, and three thousand fire spirit guards formed seals at the same time. The flowing fire in the sky intertwined into a net, burning the fallen fragments of the barrier into green smoke.

Xiaobai was held in Fan Wujiu's arms and saw a bloody mist rising from the edge of the emerald forest: that was the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord's signature magic, the "Blood Miasma", which withered and decayed all the grass and trees wherever it passed.

"Let's save the Elf King first." Xiaobai grabbed the back of Jin Nugget's neck, "Where is the Holy Spring?"