If all things have spirits, besides Master and Hoshino, there must be countless other gods about to awaken and join the war.
This includes the bigwig from Fengshen Valley.
Xiao Jia lowered his eyes and scribbled wildly on the letter paper, writing about trivial matters and secretly hiding the information he knew inside.
This was a game he used to play with Meimei and Shanshan. As long as he showed it to Feng Xiaoxiantong, he could decipher it at a glance.
He was captured by the people of Fengshen Valley and may never return to the Hundred Beasts Garden.
He had to let the headmistress know that the Wind God might also awaken.
Who knows what the Wind God's purpose is, and whether it will harm the Beast Garden?
However, Xiao Jia still didn't understand what these gods were after.
After Hoshino defected from Beast Garden, he spent a long time trying to figure out his purpose, but no matter how he looked at it, he felt that Hoshino was just being a busybody.
Those cultivators' essence must not taste good, and demonic energy can be produced quickly but will be used up soon. It's better to eat the food made by the headmistress.
Three meals a day, practice martial arts after meals, read books, teach the cubs, and play when you have free time.
But what about Hoshino's Demonic Sect?
He was surrounded by sycophantic villains who encouraged him to do all sorts of outrageous and evil things.
Xiao Jia felt that Hoshino must not be happy in Hoshimon. Maybe one day he would come back dejectedly and vent his anger on those people's evil deeds, just like when he was a child.
It's just that I might not be able to see it myself.
He blinked, his gloomy expression vanishing, and continued writing furiously, asking, "How powerful is your master? What realm has he reached?"
Before he could finish his question, the letter in his hand was snatched away by the wind, and the pen tip left a mark on the paper.
After the foundation of the teleportation array was built invisibly, it seemed to encounter problems when calculating the location, and the speed slowed down significantly.
He held the letter, frowning as he scanned its wild handwriting, and asked, "What the hell are you writing? Did Feng Xiaoxiantong owe you a cricket at dawn?"
Xiao Jia said calmly, "Since I'm leaving now and won't be going back, of course I have to write everything down."
Wuxing read through the entire letter but found no fault with it. He threw the letter back to him and said, "So many talismans, are you going to make them into paper cranes and fly them out? They'll just get snatched up by monsters and disintegrate on their own when they reach the Middle Immortal Realm."
Xiao Jia looked surprised, then pretended to be obedient: "Of course you'll deliver it for me. I'm already under your control, so you don't trust me to use magic?"
Pointing angrily at himself, Wu Xing retorted, "Am I stupid?"
Xiao Jia thought for a moment, then obediently flattered, "This letter is being sent back to the Hundred Beast Garden, and it doesn't mention you at all. Maybe after sending the letter, you'll be less of a nuisance. I can stay peacefully in your Guanyun Mountain, concentrate my Dao heart, and be calm and collected, and perhaps even give birth to more offspring with spiritual roots. Besides, you are a high-ranking disciple of the Wind God, and you can travel freely between the Middle Immortal Realm and the Lower Immortal Realm. Sending a letter with wind magic is definitely a piece of cake for a big shot like you."
He touched his chin invisibly.
It's really good.
As expected of Xiao Jia.
He had been living a life of quiet desperation in the Beast Garden for a long time, enduring all hardships, which allowed him to eventually rise to the position of the chief disciple of the Beast Garden.
He is good at assessing situations and knows how to save his life.
Now that he understands he won't kill him, he'll be like a fully automatic sheep, not only producing his own wool but also humbly and willingly shearing wool to give to him.
As long as Wuxing remains vigilant, he won't give Xiaojia a chance to escape.
Wuxing returned the letter to Xiaojia, urging him to write it quickly.
“That woman’s eyes are strange, why don’t you go check her out?” Xiao Jia was indeed more on his side, pointing to Ling Mu who had been lying there pretending to be dead.
Upon hearing this, Wuxing looked at Lingmu.
Lingmu was indeed too quiet.
She has an eccentric personality and never gives in, so she almost got away from me several times.
But she hasn't said a word since then, so she might have other schemes up her sleeve.
An invisible hand reached out, and then the palm flipped over.
Lingmu was like a sail that had grown on her body, scraping along the ground. No matter how much she struggled, she couldn't fight against the wind surging from all directions and was forced to roll all the way to the invisible feet.
An invisible force blew a gust of wind at her, his expression changed, he squatted down, grabbed her long hair, and angrily cursed, "You bastard, do you want to self-destruct with me?"
After saying that, without waiting for Ling Mu to react, he slapped her on the forehead.
Ling Mu collapsed to the ground.
Xiao Jia watched everything quietly from the side, his brows still furrowed as he looked down at the letter he was about to finish writing.
Then what……
What else needs to be written?
He pondered for a moment, then looked up at the sky.
Night fell.
He took a deep breath and, with his neatest handwriting, wrote the last two lines of extremely subtle text.
—Tongyue, I'm entrusting the little panda to your care.
—If we ever meet again, let's go back to the Kangnan demon clan and get married.
*
The top of the mountain in the Hundred Beasts Garden.
An open space next to the alchemy room.
The Prime Minister slammed a yellowed prescription on the ground with his tortoise claw: "Look, this is the prescription I found. Perhaps this is your chance to form your core!"
Three fluffy fire beasts lay down, their rat heads probing the contents, silently reciting the recipe as they looked at it, their whiskers twitching.
Potato Rice: "One ox, two carbons, three sulfurs, is this a medicinal formula?"
Shu Yan glanced at the Prime Minister and cursed, "I don't believe you for a second! This is clearly a black medicine formula!"
The Prime Minister grew anxious: "I'm determined to write a cultivation technique for demon beasts, and you don't believe me?! What you lack is opportunity, not spiritual energy. You can all transform, which means the problem isn't with your bodies!"
The three fire-beasts looked at each other in bewilderment.
That makes sense.
Even the headmistress had tried her best for them, but they still couldn't form their cores. So, they might as well try anything, even if it seemed hopeless, and ask the turtle spirit for a solution.
Anyway, we're all demon cultivators, so we won't kill a rat; at most, we'll just get a stomachache.
"Okay, then get started, we'll wait!"
A moment later.
The demon cultivators and the Five Spirits Hall cultivators were still carrying out large-scale infrastructure construction when they looked up and saw a paper crane as big as a house flying towards the main mountain.
"Who sent this paper crane? It's folded way too big."
"How many letters are there to write?"
Suddenly, a loud bang came from the foot of the mountain, shot into the sky, and brought with it a plume of black smoke.
The paper crane talisman was lit.
It turned to ashes and drifted down in a gentle, scattered manner.
With his head covered in ashes, the prime minister stood up, pointed to the sky with his tortoise claws, and shouted, "Opportunity! This is your opportunity!"
"You're amazing!"
The three fire beasts transformed into children, seizing the brief moment it takes for an incense stick to burn, and tiptoed to reach for the fragments of the paper crane talismans.
After it was blown up, there were actually words on the ashes that fell down.
Hold it in your little paws and read it over and over again.
Something feels off...
"Huh, why is Sister Tongyue's name on it?"
"This handwriting looks familiar."
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