The prime minister lived in the water with the father god, and the monsters he saw were all sea creatures.

Sea creatures give birth to large herds, drifting with the waves. The larger the herd, the lower the probability that an individual will develop spiritual roots.

Those who have the opportunity to give birth to offspring with spiritual roots are mostly deep-sea demons.

There are giant octopuses as big as crystal palaces, and flying clams with transparent little wings on their shells... You can encounter one if you swim a little longer in a relatively open sea.

The great sea monsters are weighed down by the seawater; they may not be very large, but they possess boundless power.

Every time the prime minister approached, he would be beaten half to death and then summoned back to the Crystal Palace by the life-saving talisman given by the Father God, but he still tirelessly wrote cultivation techniques.

Although it was slow, there was clearly progress, so he was unwilling to leave the sea.

But for some reason, the Father God moved the entire Crystal Palace to land and insisted that he move it here.

The creation of cultivation techniques was put on hold until he discovered that the three siblings of the Firelight Beast were suffering from the inability to cultivate.

They have needs and are very willing to cooperate with him, and he has been studying it diligently for a long time.

But this unprecedented and unparalleled undertaking is too difficult; everything is like a jigsaw puzzle, requiring us to start from scratch and explore.

The prime minister was worried that they would be disappointed, and in addition, what he was doing was unrealistic. He had only put forward an idea before and had not told them about the progress.

But just the day before yesterday, Feng Xiaoxian found him a book.

The most important piece of the puzzle has appeared!

The method is ready!

The Prime Minister prompted, "In legends, the three of you were all demons who sprang from the rocks of a deep volcano, your demon cores incomplete. But if you return to the same environment, like in your mother's womb, wouldn't you be able to cultivate in your original forms?"

The three fire beasts thought it made perfect sense.

Potato oil: "That makes sense!"

Shu Yan: "While the Master is here, let him protect us, and we can give it a try!"

Potato Rice: "Hurry up!"

"We're still missing something crucial," the Prime Minister announced with a light cough. "We're currently lacking a piece of Spirit Fire Glazed Glass that will allow you to return and cultivate!"

The three children looked at each other in bewilderment, then suddenly spat at the Prime Minister and started punching and kicking him.

"You tricked us! We'll beat you to death!"

"Wow, we can never form our core again!"

"It's actually Spirit Fire Glazed Glass! Waaaaah..."

The prime minister nimbly retreated into the tortoise shell, and a muffled sound came from inside: "Ouch, why are you hitting me? This is such a good idea!"

Sweet Potato: "Didn't you listen to the great demon cultivator's lecture? Finding the Spirit Fire Glazed Glass is more difficult than ascending to the Middle Immortal Realm!"

The method may be a good method, but it is almost impossible to accomplish.

The Spirit Fire Glazed Glass lies deep underground, inhabited by ferocious demonic beasts, and is said to be entered only once every ten thousand years. For thousands of years, the Spirit Fire Glazed Glass has remained a legend, never to be seen by anyone.

The three fire beasts embraced and wept bitterly.

What a terrible idea the prime minister came up with! It would have been better not to tell them at all!

There was still a glimmer of hope, but now there's absolutely none left!

"I have a map of a shortcut to the abyss, and a way to deal with the monsters," the prime minister said, poking his head out of the tortoise shell.

"Waaaaah... What?!"

The three fire beasts immediately turned their heads in unison, looking at the Prime Minister, their sorrow turning into joy.

*

Zhao Xi dreamed of Hoshino again.

Amidst the raging flames, Hoshino, who had been sleeping, gradually grew from a child into an adult and leaped out of the fire.

He was wearing a black overcoat, revealing his tanned skin, and when he stood in front of her, there were still embers on his clothes.

He casually flicked his shirt, moved closer to her, stared at her with his dark eyes, and gave a wicked smile.

—Sister, you've finally come to find me.

In her dream, she took out a large prayer mat, sat down, and patted the empty seat next to her.

—Brother, come, let's cultivate together.

The woman in my dream wasn't Zhao Xixiang, nor did she resemble Rongrong.

Her voice was more feminine, with a coquettish tone, like that of a seasoned veteran of the pleasure quarters.

I undressed and snuggled up with Hoshino, and dreamed about the most crucial part of the dream.

"Which younger brother will you cultivate with?"

Zhao Xi felt a sharp pain on her face and suddenly opened her eyes.

Lin Che's face was inches away.

His fingertips were slightly cool as he touched the area near her wound. A bright green light shone from his fingertips, reflecting off his amber eyes.

It turned out that the pain she felt was caused by her healing herself.

Yesterday's method of fighting poison with poison worked well; she was completely unaware of the wound all night. This green spiritual energy is most likely a type of wood-based spiritual energy. For the wound to heal, the scar needs to be reopened to allow the skin to reconnect seamlessly.

Looking into his gentle eyes, Zhao Xi quickly forgot about the pain, smiled, and softly called out, "Good morning, A-Che."

Lin Che paused for a moment, then looked down at her, his expression unreadable, but clearly displeased. He pressed on, "Which younger brother did you cultivate with in your dream?"

Zhao Xi tried to recall the dream she had just had.

Dreams are strange, seemingly real yet unreal.

It is said that dreams are a reflection of one's inner self, and perhaps have a deeper meaning, but this passage should obviously not be taken seriously.

It's not like it's a dream...

Zhao Xi tried to raise her hand and wrap her arms around him with a smile, then winked and lied, "I don't remember. Are you jealous?"

Lin Che snorted and remained silent, tracing the wound.

Zhao Xi asked curiously, "You've cultivated for so many years, have you really never liked any other women?"

Lin Che replied without hesitation, "No."

Zhao Xi wondered, "Where is that man?"

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