Chapter 185 Meeting Ends "Tao Tao, we Spirit Clan people..."
"Tao Tao, our Spirit Clan is numerous and powerful. As a child of the Spirit Clan, you will not only be protected by your clan, but also receive all kinds of gifts." A magnetic male voice came from the white tree. "Our Spirit Clan not only has ethereal spirits and plant spirits, but also other niche spirits. You will surely find some great friends."
"Tao Tao, the Sparrow Fairy misses you very much. The ingredients she uses are among the best in the Cloud Sea Realm, and she doesn't sell them to outsiders." The golden spirit deer rolled its eyes at the big tree and said to Sang Zhi Tao with a smile.
"Peach, there are too few of them, and their abilities are not great. They can't protect you," Big Flower said, shaking its huge blossoms.
"Too many Spirit Clan members, making a ruckus." The White Tiger opened its eyes, yawned, and said impatiently.
"You demon immortals are still quite rude!" After slapping a palm-sized leaf hard on the pink rooster's head, the little vegetable shouted angrily at the white tiger.
"As if you Spirit Clan brats don't cause trouble," the golden spirit deer said disdainfully, rolling its eyes at the Spirit Clan members.
Qingyan listened to the fierce argument between the two clans and saw that Sang Zhitao looked troubled and unable to make a decision. He glanced at the group of red grasses that were whispering among themselves and beckoned with his finger.
These little red grasses were small and hadn't said a word, so no one noticed their movements.
They carefully approached Qingyan, and after hearing her detailed instructions, they chose the nearest large flower and whispered to the several illusory figures for a while.
One of the phantom figures couldn't help but reveal a smug smile upon hearing this.
She floated forward a few steps and said to the demon immortals, "It's no use arguing between us. We should listen to Tao Tao's opinion on this matter."
Upon hearing her words, the rest of the two clans immediately fell silent and all looked at Sang Zhitao.
Sang Zhitao couldn't help but take two steps back because of their stares.
Qingyan immediately gave the illusory figure a wink.
The phantom hurriedly said, "Tao Tao, not only do we have a large population, but we also have even more resources and treasures, especially the Golden Spirit Mountain. Our Spirit Clan alone has twenty of them. I'll give you one of them when the time comes."
Sang Zhitao's previously confused and helpless eyes immediately lit up, and her voice trembled slightly: "Re...really?"
The illusory figure nodded repeatedly: "Of course, don't worry, I have the authority to make the decision. Besides, I also own a smaller one, so I can just give it to you when the time comes."
"No need, just send the largest Golden Spirit Mountain. Anyway, our Spirit Clan won't need it," the white tree interjected without hesitation.
His status seemed to be several levels higher than that of the other spirit races. As soon as he said this, all the spirit races nodded in agreement, and no one objected.
Knowing they lacked the strength of the Spirit Clan, the Demon Immortal Clan could only secretly resent the Spirit Clan's shamelessness, which allowed them to rely on their superior aptitude and abundant resources to waste resources on the Spirit Clan.
Several demon immortals unconsciously looked at the white tiger.
The white tiger twitched its ears, looking helpless: "I can't do anything about it. There are only a few Golden Spirit Mountains in the entire Demon Immortal Clan. We can't give them away. We can't compare to the old monster's wealth and power."
These words, when heard by the Spirit Race on the other side, filled the Spirit Race members with smugness.
The black blade of grass leaped up and kicked the pink rooster with its roots, then quickly ran to the white tree and transformed into a girl who looked to be no more than twenty years old.
She had a pretty face and a spoiled, naive appearance.
"Tao Tao, do you want to come back to our clan with Qing Yan today?" she asked, skipping over to Sang Zhi Tao.
Sang Zhitao thought for a moment and said, "How about in two days?"
As she spoke, she looked at Qingyan.
Qingyan smiled and nodded: "I haven't seen Elder Qing in a long time, I'll keep him company first."
"Then it's settled!" The girl laughed heartily, skipping and jumping to the pile of girls that the red grass had conjured, and whispering to each other about welcoming Sang Zhitao.
Old Qing stroked his beard and said to everyone, "Alright, you are all local leaders, you shouldn't stay here any longer, go back now."
Of course, everyone was reluctant to leave the cool cave where they could be themselves, but they also knew in their hearts that since Elder Qing had said so, there was no way to mediate the matter.
The group either returned to their original forms or picked up their scattered belongings. In particular, several human cultivators looked disappointed as they held their cushions, hesitating for a long time before reluctantly putting them into their sleeves.
Old Master Qing and Madam Luan watched as everyone dawdled for a long time without finishing cleaning up the things on the ground, their faces full of doting affection as if they were looking at their own children.
They didn't urge the others on, but just stood aside and watched.
Despite being cultivators, they should have been able to deal with the crowd in no time, but it took them nearly two hours to finish.
"Aren't you leaving?"
"Why aren't you leaving?!"
The two human cultivators, each carrying the last teapot, exchanged glances.
The demon immortals stared intently at the spirit race: "You're getting a good deal and you're still acting innocent! Why don't you leave now!"
The Spirit Clan dawdled while constantly trash-talking the Demon Immortal Clan: "What can we do? We're rich!"
The demon immortals were so angry they gritted their teeth.
They are indeed inferior to the Spirit Race. It should be said that apart from the Demon Race, no other race in the world dares to claim that they are richer than the Spirit Race.
After all, the Spirit Race was born in the Cloud Sea Realm and was the first inhabitant of the Cloud Sea Realm, while the Demon Race was the first inhabitant of the Demon Realm, so naturally they occupied the best and most abundant resources.
That's why the Spirit Clan was able to generously gift Sang Zhitao a mountain of gold.
The Dream Clan has always disliked interacting with others and is known for its honesty. Although they were reluctant to leave the Cool Cave, they obediently packed their things and waited for the humans standing in front of them to leave before following them.
The human looked at the silent Dream Clan behind him, and couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth.
Looking at the others, he couldn't help but sigh.
This cool cave has no fixed exit, and you can't teleport away from there, but everyone is waiting for others to go first and then pretending to queue up, even the Dream Clan, who are usually known for being honest, are like this.
"Never mind, let's go first..." The human cultivator who had previously complained to his friend about not being the first to leave couldn't help but sigh.
"Hmm." His friend nodded, drank the last sip of tea from the teapot, flicked his sleeve, and flew away.
As he left, the remaining people followed suit and left one after another.
“These children…” Madam Luan shook her head with amusement.
Old Master Qing couldn’t help but explain to everyone: “Although they are all local storytellers, the oldest of them is only two thousand years old. They are still children. Playing is their nature.”
Madam Luan nodded with a smile: "Yes."
"Good child, come visit my cave sometime." After saying goodbye to Sang Zhitao and the other younger relatives, Madam Luan took her leave.
After watching her leave, Elder Qing turned to Sang Zhitao and the other two and said, "It's getting late, you should all go and rest."
Qingyan and Qinglan responded respectfully in unison.
"Tao Tao, let's go back to our cave." Qing Yan looked at her and said with a smile.
Qinglan nodded in agreement: "It just so happens that Qingyan's cave dwelling is not far from here. You can have a good time for a few days before visiting the other cave dwellings."
"Okay." Sang Zhitao paused briefly, then nodded in agreement.
Qinglan seemed to understand what she was hesitating about, and explained with a smile, "Although we have been searching for a savior and a glimmer of hope, we prefer to let nature take its course."
She paused for a moment, then said, "You don't need to overthink it. You are a divinely ordained savior. Even if you travel around, you will encounter opportunities to save the world. Since that's the case, there's no need to take the burden to heart. Just have fun."
Sang Zhitao, who had been on edge, finally felt a little relieved.
She and Qingyan flew all the way to a green mountain peak not far away.
Atop this mountain peak stood an exquisite pavilion, its carved beams and painted rafters even more refined and magnificent than the palaces of emperors on earth.
Once inside the room, she realized it was exceptionally exquisite.
The room, which was only fifty or sixty square meters, wasn't large, but it was divided into three rooms. One of the living rooms had an extravagantly decorated canopy bed, and next to it was a cabinet made of the same material as the canopy bed, made of some unknown wood. The cabinet was shimmering with light, and when opened, it contained more than a dozen sets of ethereal and gorgeous dresses, all of which fit her figure perfectly. It was unknown when Qingyan had prepared these.
On the other side is a small study, with a piano table on one side and a magnificent wall of books on the other.
In the middle is the reception room, where a round table made of an unknown wood is covered with a tablecloth of gold and jade, and several embroidered stools are placed around it, each with a soft cushion of the same material.
Whether it's the exquisitely carved jade basin on the carved and hollowed-out washstand, the unknown spiritual treasures hanging from the bed curtains, or the various spiritual treasures and magical artifacts on the antique shelf.
Every item here not only matches Sang Zhitao's style, but also her attributes, and its value is considered top-grade or even excellent in the Cloud Sea Realm.
"I didn't know what you liked, so I tidied up your room according to my preferences. You can stay here for now, and if there's anything you don't like, I'll change it for you tomorrow." Qingyan's yawning voice came from the magical artifact in his hand.
Sang Zhitao smiled and replied, "It's very good, I like it very much."
"That's good..." Qingyan's yawn was a little heavy.
Sang Zhitao suddenly remembered something else and quickly reminded her, "Don't forget your promise to me about cultivation today."
A soft cough came from Qingyan's side, and after a while, she replied, "I know, I know."
Hearing her repeated promises, Sang Zhitao felt relieved and couldn't help but yawn.
Not long after she fell asleep, a faint green light flashed on her chest, and she disappeared from the room.
Just as Sang Zhitao's figure disappeared, Qing Yan appeared in her room.
She frowned, her eyes wary as she looked at the heavy bed curtains, before carefully lifting a corner of them after a long while...
An alarm sounded again at the base that Sang Zhitao was returning, but this time not many people went to look for her.
One reason is that Li Mingguo had repeatedly warned that Sang Zhitao should not be disturbed unless it was a major event.
Secondly, they are now exposed to a wider world and receive a lot of new knowledge, new materials, and new experiments. Each group is extremely busy and wishes they could stretch one day into eight.
Only Sang Lezhi has been relatively free lately, so he comes to visit his sister whenever he has free time.
Naturally, he became the first person to discover that Sang Zhitao had returned.
Sang Lezhi didn't wake Sang Zhitao. Instead, she prepared Sang Zhitao's favorite foods and set up her favorite novel website before sitting on the edge of the bed with a doting expression, looking at Sang Zhitao.
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