The night is gentle tonight, and the hilltop is bustling with activity.

Master Roshi, his face glowing, asked for a cup of Enlightenment Wine and sipped it slowly.

In his drunken stupor, Changsheng boldly displayed his muscles to the crowd for the first time, which ultimately drew gasps of dismay.

Changsheng felt inferior.

The great demon, drunk, was too sober and forgot all about his status on the mountain.

Xiong Er and Xiong San jumped forward and quickly moved Changsheng aside, making room for Xiong Da.

When it comes to exquisite muscle performances, one must look to the four great warriors of the Wuyun Mountains.

So, amidst a chorus of curses and vomiting, the four burly men began their show.

"Hey, hey, ya hey, hey hey ya hey, wiggle your butt, shake your pecs..."

"Moo~"

The old ox was munching on spirit-gathering grass by the spirit pool.

Changsheng also brought it to this gathering.

At this moment, it raised its head and cried out, then rubbed against Changsheng's sleeve, cheering him on.

"Hmph, Old Niu, these people don't know how to appreciate beauty. Come on, let's go to the back mountain, I'll give you a private demonstration of my biceps."

Changsheng led the old ox toward the back mountain.

"Moo~ Moo~ Moo~"

The old ox stuck out its rear end and stopped, unwilling to move.

Chang Sheng suddenly felt emo.

Am I really that bad-looking with my muscles? Even my husband is disgusted by them.

"As expected, after living for nearly two hundred years, I have no special skills whatsoever, although that in itself is no small feat..."

Changsheng sighed sadly, picked up the wine jar, and walked alone towards the back mountain. His figure looked as forlorn as could be.

"Moo~" Don't go, I'll go.

The old ox galloped away, slowly swaying behind Changsheng.

The moonlight was cold and clear.

Under the moonlight, a man and an ox walked slowly through the white snow toward the back mountain, their figures gradually receding into the distance until they disappeared into the night.

A bonfire was lit in front of the mountain, and everyone was immersed in joy, holding hands and circling around the bonfire.

On the lotus flowers in the Fish-Calling Pond, Song Ningsheng manifested his form, staring blankly at this scene.

It's hard to imagine that this once powerful figure now looks on with envy at the scenes on this mountaintop, at the small moments of happiness belonging to these "weak" people.

"The flowers bloom the same every year, but the mountains remain unchanged year after year."

In the evening, the mountain was greeted by another light snowfall. The sparse snowflakes were like salt casually tossed by a fairy, falling gently to the earth.

Qin Shou lay under the peach tree, his fingertips adorning a sun and moon hanging on the branches, watching the snow fall and reflect the crystalline pink, appreciating this unique romance of a winter night.

At that moment, it was as if the entire night belonged to him.

"It's a pity the old lady isn't here with me."

The rocking chair under the tree swayed back and forth. At this moment, Qin Shou seemed to be a little aroused and missed the old auntie terribly because the old auntie was really too moist.

You can get it for free without spending any money.

Ah, the pleasures of men... Hehe...

Qin Shou rubbed his little hands together and chuckled, making Song Ningsheng, who was watching from a distance, feel a chill.

He wanted to check on Nangong Liuli's recent situation, but then he suddenly remembered that he still had a silver luck card that he hadn't used.

"System, draw the lottery."

With a slight thought, Qin Shou's mind began to spin the Great Wheel of Fortune in his mind.

"The great sword, the great sword..."

Congratulations! You've won the "Immortal Binding Rope"!

[Binding Immortal Rope: A seventh-grade immortal artifact, a supreme treasure of the immortal path, possessing the ability to automatically bind enemies........]

"The Immortal-Binding Rope!"

Qin Shou frowned slightly. It was another familiar celestial artifact. Had he somehow transmigrated to the prehistoric world?

But Qin Shou had read some ancient history books, so it didn't seem like it.

Qin Shou's thoughts stirred slightly, and a golden rope wrapped around his fingers. It was said that if the user's cultivation was sufficient, this rope could penetrate the barrier between heaven and earth, connecting the realms of immortals and mortals, and traversing the void.

With Qin Beast's current cultivation level, using this item would likely be a piece of cake for any creature within the Mortal Realm, but it's uncertain whether it could bind a Mahayana cultivator.

"That's incredibly stable!"

Qin Shou patted his chest, suddenly feeling a greater sense of security.

"What is this? Why do I sense a wisp of divine power?"

Song Ningsheng's figure materialized in front of Qin Shou.

"Oh, this is my family's heirloom dog leash. Would you like to try it on around your neck, senior? It's quite tight."

Qin Shou tilted his head and glanced at Song Ningsheng.

Song Ningsheng: ...How come this scoundrel is covered in treasures? I really can't figure him out anymore.

"Haha, senior, just kidding."

Qin Shou laughed loudly and put away the Immortal Binding Rope.

"Come on, let's play chess."

Qin Shou waved to Song Ningsheng, who responded.

The two of them idly played chess under the tree, knocking on the flowers and watching the snow fall. As each chess piece fell, petals fluttered down, and the night grew deeper and deeper. Before long, a thin layer of snow settled on Qin Shou's shoulder.

He ignored it and continued to steadily place his pieces, his mind seemingly immersed in the exquisite chessboard.

For Qin Beast now, playing chess is also a form of self-cultivation, a cleansing of his spirit and soul.

Song Ningsheng was his best "teacher" and whetstone.

"Snoring~~"

The night was very quiet, with only the sound of snow falling, the sound of pieces being placed, and Yi Cheng's snoring.

The little ones and the demons were all tired from playing and drunk, and one after another they lay down on the table and fell asleep.

As the night deepened and the snow intensified, they were covered in a thick layer of white.

Yi Cheng lay sprawled on the table, holding a large wine jar in his hand, a wide smile spreading across his face even in his sleep.

Before long, a thick blanket of snow had covered her little belly.

Little Fatty was carried back to the Spirit Pool by Da Mei. While sleeping in the palace, he floated up, his snow-white fish belly facing upwards, and began to swim on his back.

As the temperature dropped in the evening, a thin layer of ice formed on the lake. If Qin Shou hadn't waved his hand to bring warmth, Little Fatty would have almost frozen into a fish.

Of course, my chubby sister is a powerful figure in the Nascent Soul Realm, so this bit of coldness has no effect on her.

After getting drunk, Black Rabbit also transformed into a round rabbit and lay on Orange's little belly. The two of them quickly became an ice sculpture.

"This was a wonderful experience."

Qin Shou muttered something to himself and ignored them.

The chess pieces struck the moon, stopped the wind and snow, and opened the sky.

The next day, the sky cleared, the sun rose in the east, and the snow on earth shone brightly under the golden light.

The little figure, who had been sleeping soundly on the mountain, shook off the snow and wind from its body and shoulders, and regained its vitality, shouting, "Master, Master, the goose, the little lion, and the little bear went down the mountain to build a snowman and are having lunch at the little bear's house today, so they won't be coming back for lunch!"

With a shout, Yi Cheng grabbed the black rabbit from her belly, then scooped up the chubby boy swimming on his back in the pool, mounted Xiong Da, and led the group of demons in a whirlwind rush down the mountain.

A new day has begun...