Chapter 5 I just want you to be my family
Hearing voices, I crept over to the vicinity of the plate of steamed buns.
Fortunately, the dog that was guarding its food wasn't a vicious one. When it heard a human voice and politely asked, "May I have one?", it moved to the side and silently agreed.
Overjoyed at the sound of voices, he picked up the hard-earned food with both hands and squeezed onto the steps with the guard dog.
A layer of steam rose from the dough. He cautiously sniffed the aroma of the buns, and finding nothing amiss, he finally felt at ease and began to eat them.
After a day of hunger, I felt completely flattened.
If he faints from hunger, his transformation technique will surely fail, his identity as a demon will be exposed, and all his efforts today will be in vain.
Hearing people's voices would not allow such a thing to happen.
So his choice to eat steamed buns at this time was not because he was greedy, but as part of his tactics.
He thought this to himself as he happily ate his steamed bun.
After eating only a few bites, I felt a chill run down my spine when I heard voices, accompanied by a slight tingling sensation, as if a feather was scratching me.
He shivered and shifted his body uncomfortably.
That's strange.
Hearing the voice, he remembered that when the mountain god had carried him, he had also touched the skin on this spot.
This place is close to the heart and lungs, so it should be the location of his spiritual roots.
Why would the mountain god suddenly probe the location of his spiritual root?
"Could it be..."
Hearing human voices, his eyes lit up immediately. He looked at the elderly dog beside him and asked excitedly,
Is it because I'm exceptionally talented?
Unfortunately, the dog had not attained human form and seemed unable to speak human language. It simply stared blankly ahead without responding.
"That must be it."
Hearing people's voices but seeing that it was ignoring him, he didn't get angry. He just swung his legs and nibbled on his bun, making himself happy.
Sure enough, the mountain god noticed him.
It seems that this trip down the mountain is a test from the mountain god, and he must perform well.
Thinking this, Wen Rensheng felt full of energy and ate the bun even faster.
Before they had eaten for long, a commotion arose at the mountain gate.
Hearing the voice, he looked up and followed the sound, only to see that He Mu had drawn his sword at some point and stabbed Wu Di through the shoulder and back.
Fresh blood seeped down the sharp blade of the stained sword, quickly soaking the ground.
Even from this distance, Wen Rensheng could still smell the intense killing intent emanating from He Mu.
Oh no, the mountain god is angry!
Could it be because he ran out to steal some steamed buns?!
He was startled, quickly swallowed the bun, and hurried to catch up with He Mu.
As soon as they approached, they could sense the tense atmosphere among the crowd, as well as the almost overflowing killing intent emanating from Mu Shenzhou, clearly directed at Wu Di and Chen Lian.
He was genuinely angry, but it didn't seem to be because he had stolen the steamed buns.
This is……
Is it time to make a move?
Thinking about it this way, the sound of voices made her even more flustered.
No, he's not ready for battle yet!
Moreover, that "Invincible" elder sounds so powerful, so his strength must be very strong. With so many of them, what if the mountain god can't defeat him?
He didn't want the mountain god to be embarrassed in public!
Thinking of this, Wen Rensheng hurriedly grabbed He Mu, trying to persuade him, "You, you mustn't kill—hiccup, I...cough cough!"
The voice sounded choked, pausing between words, and before the second half of the sentence, "I'll help you escape," was choked and coughed violently.
Just then, Wu Di, who was barely clinging to life, froze, his face turning pale in an instant, and he fell straight backward like a dried corpse, rolling into a heap with the other cultivators.
The stagnant air was suddenly broken as a group of people hurriedly caught Wu Di. The first few cultivators awkwardly assumed defensive sword stances, wary of He Mu's next move.
This doesn't look like a sect with a name or a surname.
He muttered "useless" under his breath, made a sword gesture, and the sword, Se Sha, immediately flew out of his palm, soared into the air, and spun around, pointing at the group of cultivators.
A glint of cold light condensed at the tip of the sword, and the fluctuating spiritual energy stirred up a gentle breeze that slowly ruffled the hair on He Mu's forehead.
In the chaos just now, he only vaguely heard a voice say, "Don't kill me."
He offered no explanation, only thinking to himself that a child is still a child after all, and will still be afraid of weapons in the end.
Are you very afraid of pain?
He glanced sideways at the voice and asked.
Unexpectedly, upon hearing a voice, he shook his head, his face flushed, and earnestly explained, "I'm not afraid of pain, I'm worried about you."
He Mu was taken aback, and Se Sha also paused.
Looking down, I saw that the person who heard the voice had a pair of round, blue eyes looking at me with concern, and there was no sign of them lying.
"..."
What are you worried about? It can't be that you're afraid he can't win, right?
Could it be... that she's trying to persuade him not to kill?
After ascending to immortality, cultivators cannot commit murder without cause. He Mu already had very little merit, and his descent to the mortal realm was to do more good deeds and accumulate merit. Therefore, he should not kill people indiscriminately.
He Mu's eyes widened slightly.
Unexpectedly, even though he had never mentioned this matter, he had already guessed it from the sound of someone's voice.
This kid looks pretty slow, but he's actually quite mature?
Hearing these words from the voice stirred up a different kind of turmoil in Mu Xin's heart. As if possessed, he sheathed the Se Killer once again.
Well, killing someone in front of a child is a bit too bloody, so it's better to find a chance to deal with it secretly.
Wenrensheng, who was standing nearby, saw that the mountain god had indeed sheathed his sword and guessed that this probably meant "preparing to run away".
He quickly stood on tiptoe and waved to Mu to bend down.
After hesitating for a moment, He Mu squatted down and patted the ear in front of all the cultivators.
Hearing a voice, someone covered their face with one hand and said mysteriously, "I'll cover you, you run first."
He Mu hesitated and asked, "Run? Where to?"
Upon hearing the voice, he immediately became anxious: "Run back to Fangze Mountain! What if they capture you and steal your spiritual root?"
He was very experienced in listening to people's voices, so he spoke with particular certainty.
When he was first captured and brought to the Guiyi Sword Sect, he heard the people there talking about "spiritual roots" and "realms," and they were pointing and whispering about him.
At that time, upon hearing human voices, he thought that spiritual roots were the same food as "Lingzhi" (a type of mushroom), and he was at a loss to explain that he had not stolen anyone else's food.
"Alright, hurry up and go!"
Hearing the voices, he hurriedly pushed and shoved He Mu.
"If we don't run now, it will be too late!"
He was so focused on protecting the mountain god's spiritual root that he completely failed to notice the cultivators opposite him who were so intimidated that they dared not even blink.
He Mu was also pushed around inexplicably. He only had time to say "Eh" before Wen Rensheng pulled him outside without paying any attention to him.
They staggered for dozens of miles, and only stopped when they heard voices near the city gate.
It was too strenuous for someone so small to carry someone over eight feet tall. After only a few steps, the sound of people made it seem like he had climbed a mountain, and he was panting heavily.
He bent over, gasping for breath, while intermittently urging He Mu to leave.
"Quick...hurry up, I'll hold them off for you!"
"Alright, alright, we're far enough," He Mu waved his hand and suggested, "Why don't we hide?"
Hearing voices, he took a deep breath and finally straightened up.
He looked around and finally pointed to a teahouse not far ahead.
"Then let's hide there!"
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As soon as he finished speaking, He Mu scooped him up and strode into the teahouse.
As soon as he stepped inside, he heard voices and smelled the aroma of tea. The string music inside the building was melodious, and a warm breeze carrying the fragrance made his face turn red.
...the aroma of food!
He was slightly out of breath and hadn't even had a chance to see the scenery inside the teahouse when He Mu picked him up and carried him up to the second floor.
On the second floor, in the central hall, there was a wooden screen covered with plaques. Mu Shun took a plaque that read "Dragon Ball Snow," turned around and hung it in front of the partition. Then, he lifted the thin curtain and slipped inside with a murmur.
His movements were fluid and graceful, as if he were a regular customer at the teahouse.
Hearing the voices, Mu Fang was put down on the ground, and his breathing finally calmed down.
"Great, they escaped..."
He clutched his chest, relieved.
He Mu lifted a chair and sat down.
He looked at the panting Wenrensheng, smiled, and lifted his chin, saying, "Have you been here before?"
He shook his head at the sound of voices, then struggled to climb onto a chair that was taller than himself, and then, imitating Mu, he propped his face up with his hands.
“I don’t go down the mountain much,” Wenrensheng said, “but I know a lot about what’s happening down there.”
Mu's eyebrows curved into a smile.
"That's impressive."
It was nearing dusk, and business in the teahouse was still relatively good. The waiters were efficient and quickly brought out the "Dragon Ball Snow".
I've never tasted anything like this before.
He held the teacup in front of him with both hands, staring blankly at the swirling tea leaves inside.
So this is what the mountain god likes to drink.
Should he learn quickly so that he can become stronger sooner?
But before becoming stronger, the more important thing is to find family.
Hearing voices through the rising steam, he cautiously looked at He Mu across from him.
I wonder if I passed the test just now...
He Mu didn't notice Wen Rensheng's expression. He sipped his tea while observing the situation of Guiyi Sword Sect not far away through the crack in the window.
As he drew his sword, he imbued it with the techniques of Fudo Myoo, enough to keep Wudi unconscious for two hours.
I was going to ask a question, but the child interrupted me.
He Mu wasn't annoyed. He turned his head and looked at Wen Rensheng.
After all, asking the person involved would be the same thing.
Hearing the voices, Mu Chong smiled and said, "Are you wondering why I suddenly took you down the mountain?"
Caught off guard by eye contact, and hearing a voice, she quickly looked away guiltily and nodded slightly.
He Mu said, "I don't want to hide it from you either. Actually, I went back to Fangze Mountain to do good deeds."
"Do good deeds," the voice repeated.
He smiled even more and continued, "Well, the Heavenly Court's evaluation results this year say that my merits in the mortal world are too low, my reputation is too bad, and I have too few believers, so I've come back to do some 'good deeds'."
Hearing the voice, he opened his mouth wide and said, "Oh—so that's how it is!"
I've never seen anything like this in storybooks. It turns out being a deity isn't easy either.
He Mu continued, "The first good thing I want to do is help you."
"Me?" Wen Rensheng tilted his head, puzzled. "Help me with what?"
He Mu said succinctly, "I'll teach those who bullied you a lesson."
Hearing the voice, he asked in confusion, "Didn't you already teach Chen Lian a lesson when we were on the mountain?"
“This is the new revenge I’m taking for you today. We haven’t settled the old scores yet,” He Mu leaned forward slightly and narrowed his eyes. “Tell me how they bullied you, and I’ll get revenge for you.”
I was somewhat surprised to hear human voices.
He had never thought about reporting Fu Chenlian, but Mu suddenly brought it up, leaving him at a loss for what to do.
But he quickly thought of the storybooks he had been reading.
As mentioned above, gods and immortals only exist to respond to people's wishes; because there are people, there are gods and immortals.
It seems that in order to confirm his identity as a "human", he also needs to tell Mu a wish.
Thinking this, Wenren opened his mouth tentatively and asked, "Does this count as doing a good deed?"
He Mu asked in confusion, "Then what do you want me to do?"
Hearing the voice, she pursed her lips, her voice even lower: "I...I have no family..."
Upon hearing this, Mu sighed softly.
Sure enough, kids don't hold grudges.
More than past grievances, what Wenrensheng needs now is the happiness he can find in the present.
He Mu reached out and ruffled his hair, soothingly saying, "Of course, no problem. Before I go back, I'll look for a suitable family to adopt you in the lower realm."
Hearing this, Wen Rensheng's heart sank.
Although he had only casually probed the mountain god's wishes, the answer still made Wenrensheng's heart skip a beat.
Does this mean... the mountain god doesn't need a family?
Was it because he didn't perform well just now?
If a wolf had ears, it would probably droop its head in disappointment at the sound of human voices right now.
"oh……"
He gave a sullen reply, his eyes instantly dimming, and his whole appearance turned ashen.
Sigh, I feel worse than a mushroom that's been flattened by being sat on a rock.
A note from the author:
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This little baby is so emotionally sensitive. [Poor thing][Poor thing]
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