Chapter 313 The Small World and the Spirit "Life force..." Wood...
“A glimmer of hope…” Mu quickly flipped through the documents in his hand, scratching his head from time to time.
"Still no clue?" Ling took a fruit from her personal world and took a bite.
Mu Man, looking troubled, was about to reply when she subconsciously sniffed the air.
A sweet aroma filled his nostrils.
Turning my head, I saw Ling holding a pink fruit in her hand.
"What is this? It smells pretty good." Mu raised an eyebrow and looked at Ling curiously.
Ling reached into her little world and another identical fruit appeared in her hand. She tossed the fruit into Mu's arms: "Peach."
"Peach?" Mu was taken aback, then realized what he meant and looked at the fruit in his hand with curiosity. "Is it the peach from the Chinese character for peach?"
Ling nodded: "Yes, it was mentioned before that some small worlds have it. I looked through the small worlds I have and found that one of them also has this fruit."
"It's not bad." Mu took a bite, the sweet juice filling his mouth. "Although it doesn't contain any power, it has a rather interesting taste."
"So I brought this little world with me." As she spoke, Ling took out a peach from the world.
"Won't taking things out of the small world so frequently cause problems?" Mu frowned as he watched Ling take things out of the small world one after another.
Ling glanced at him, then looked back into her own little world.
At this moment in the small world, a small village is gripped by fear as the peaches that have just ripened on the peach tree at the village entrance disappear one after another.
Ling's lips curled slightly, and as her eyes darted around, a tiny bead the size of a grain of rice formed at her fingertips.
She looked at the bead in her hand, then at the small world, and finally threw it under the peach tree in the village.
"Grandpa Village Chief, what is that?" A little girl of five or six years old with her hair in two buns asked timidly, pulling on the arm of an elderly man.
The village chief swallowed hard and carefully pulled the girl behind him: "I don't know..."
After saying that, he turned to the young man beside him and asked, "Have you notified the authorities?"
The young man nodded with a somewhat grim expression: "I did tell him, but the county magistrate said we were just some strange and supernatural beings and didn't want to come and see."
Seeing that two more peaches had disappeared from the peach tree, the old man pondered for a moment and then said, "Go and report it again, saying that a golden pearl appeared under the peach tree, which may be an auspicious sign!"
Hearing this, the young man hesitated and asked, "Will he believe me?"
The old man sighed heavily: "It's not a question of whether he will believe it, but that he definitely will."
"For officials, auspicious omens are far more important than political achievements..."
The young man looked at him and hesitated for a long time before stamping his foot, turning around, and driving the donkey cart towards the county town.
The old man looked at the peach tree, then at the departing young man, and couldn't help but sigh: "Evil spirits emerge in chaotic times..."
"Grandpa Village Chief..." The little girl timidly tugged at the old man's clothes.
The old man patted her head, her soft hair brushing against his calloused hands.
He remained silent for a long time without saying anything more.
The girl was still young, and in no time she had forgotten her question.
Not long after, just as the old man had expected, the county magistrate's sedan chair swayed and wobbled into the village.
A dozen or so yamen runners followed them.
Wearing black boots and carrying swords at their waists, they shouted and herded the villagers away like ducks.
For the villagers, who belong to the lowest social class, the county magistrate was the highest-ranking official they would ever meet in their lives.
So when they saw the county magistrate coming, they were all so frightened that their legs trembled, and they were chased into a corner like birds, not daring to utter a single word.
“Village… um…” The girl was pulled away by her mother, and her mouth and nose were covered before she could make a sound.
"Shh!" Her mother tugged at her hair, lowered her head to cover her pretty face, and carefully pulled her daughter into her arms.
Several elderly women nearby noticed her actions and tacitly moved to cover her and two other young women behind them.
"This is an auspicious omen?!" The county magistrate was completely oblivious to the actions of the women beside him.
His face was flushed, and he couldn't hide his excitement as he squeezed his round body out of the sedan chair.
The old man bowed respectfully and said, "Yes."
The county magistrate circled the glittering bead several times: "What's the use of this thing?"
The old man hesitated for a moment before saying, "The peach appeared suddenly after it disappeared. We dare not offend it and do not know what purpose it serves."
The magistrate's eyes darted back and forth across the round bead, flashing with a great deal of struggle.
The bearded advisor next to him leaned forward with a fawning expression and whispered something.
The magistrate's eyes lit up instantly. He glanced at the village chief and the villagers behind him, and then gave the constables a meaningful look.
The constables exchanged glances, then surrounded the crowd with malicious smiles and knives in hand.
The villagers were so frightened that their faces turned pale, and they huddled together, too afraid to move.
Several leading constables approached the villagers with wicked grins, their sharp eyes scanning behind the old women.
"Sir!" The women trembled with fear at their approach, but dared not move aside easily.
"Hmm?" One of the constables held a knife to the old woman's neck.
"M-Sir..." The old woman was so frightened that she almost collapsed to the ground.
The other party ignored her and pushed her aside, then stepped forward and dragged out the woman they were protecting behind them.
The magistrate's eyes lit up when he glanced at the woman holding her daughter.
He swallowed hard, about to say something, but was interrupted by a wink from the clerk.
After thinking for a moment, he looked at the village chief and said, "Send someone to try this thing."
The village chief's expression changed. He looked at the villagers and then at the young woman who had been dragged out alone. He silently walked forward.
The county magistrate watched as he reached out and took the bead that was floating in mid-air.
The round bead transformed into a golden pill the size of a chicken egg in the old man's palm.
The county magistrate gasped, unable to contain his excitement and wanting to step forward, but fearing that the elixir might contain something strange, he thought for a moment and told the old man, "Scrape off a little and eat it."
The village chief silently took the dagger handed to him by the constable, scraped some powder off the golden pill, and ate it.
The white-haired old man turned black in front of everyone and straightened his back.
"A withered tree comes back to life!!!" The county magistrate excitedly stepped forward and snatched the golden pill, his greedy eyes lingering on it, looking eager to try it out.
"My lord!" the clerk hurriedly stepped forward to remind him, "Your achievements, my lord."
Upon hearing this, the county magistrate's eyes sharpened. He gave the constables a wink and then took the golden pill back to the sedan chair.
The constables grinned as they bound the villagers and escorted them directly to the county jail.
The old man hadn't expected the other party to do this. He looked at the villagers with a pale face, but to his surprise, no one blamed him.
"Although we have never been to school, we still understand the principle of a child bringing gold to the market."
"That's right, how could we possibly keep such a miraculous event a secret?"
"I hope I can stay alive..."
Looking at the villagers, the old man, with tears in his eyes, knelt down and kowtowed deeply to them.
"What are you looking at?" Before Ling could finish watching what was happening in the small world, Mu interrupted her observation.
"I threw a divine power ball into the small world. Those insect-humans never expected to be arrested by the government. They're so stupid..." Ling chuckled and shook her head.
Mu frowned in disapproval: "When did you develop such a perverse sense of humor?"
Ling paused for a moment, then asked, puzzled, "They're just insects, do you really sympathize with them?"
Mu opened his mouth as if to say something, but Bing chimed in, "Forget it, Mu, let Ling vent her anger. Her other little world has been repaired more than a dozen times, and the human-insect still managed to destroy itself ten thousand years later."
Mu silently glanced at Ling, who was looking at the small world with disgust, sighed silently, and said nothing more.
"So, is there any result?" Bing glanced at him, lowered her eyes and pondered for a moment before smiling and saying.
Mu nodded: "I've looked through royal records from the last 30 million years, and only one prince from 13 million years ago might fit the criteria."
"Oh?" Bing approached him with surprise. "Which one?"
Mu pointed to a page in the book in his hand: "Look, Princess Yue, she disappeared thirteen million years ago, and she is the only princess who may have left behind with her offspring."
"Anything else?" Bing asked Ling.
Ling yawned and waved her hand: "I don't have any here."
The wooden finger writes: "There's only this one."
Bing nodded and stood up: "Okay, I'll report it to the royal family."
“Speaking of which…” Bing looked around, “Although there aren’t many members of the royal family, why didn’t any of the princes come?”
Mu shook his head: "I don't know. It seems that Wang had something to discuss with them, so he handed it over to us to handle."
"Ling, stop looking!" He patted Ling on the shoulder.
Ling glanced at the tiny world in her palm.
The villagers who were controlled by the county magistrate had long since been handed over to the royal family for surveillance.
That small village had by then become a well-known paradise.
The emergence of the Golden Elixir has already stirred up the ambitions of several major powers.
Ling thought for a moment, then tossed another round bead in before casually putting the small world away.
"So, you think I'm a descendant of Princess Yue from over ten million years ago?" Sang Zhitao asked, looking at the information the king had sent.
Wang nodded: "The royal family has always maintained a size of around eight people since its inception, and no newborns have been born in recent years. No royal family member has left the Divine Realm, so Yue is the most likely candidate."
Sang Zhitao frowned and looked at her master.
She had already told her master about her experiences and memories, and now she subconsciously wanted to get some answers from her.
Master smiled and nodded, then thought for a moment before saying, "Actually, I also believe that you yourself are a god."
"Otherwise, I can't understand why you, as the world consciousness, can possess the power of life, and even create worlds."
"She can already create worlds?!" Wang looked at Sang Zhitao in surprise.
Sang Zhitao scratched her cheek: "Yes, Master said I already possess the power of creation."
"Have you ever created one?" Wang asked.
Sang Zhitao shook her head.
Wang looked at the teacher: "Can we let her try it tomorrow?"
After a moment of silence, the teacher nodded: "It's not impossible."
Sang Zhitao was not a real baby, so naturally she wouldn't miss the opportunity to increase her strength.
"Your Majesty, that world!" Seeing that the king was engrossed in discussing his teaching with his teacher, she couldn't help but tug at his sleeve and ask.
Wang was stunned for a moment before chuckling and patting her head: "Don't worry."
Seeing that Sang Zhitao was still unwilling to let go, looking like she wouldn't give up until she achieved her goal, Wang couldn't help but sigh: "Those two children are responsible for repairing the world and maintaining its future growth."
"Isn't this what they should be doing?" Sang Zhitao pouted, feeling that this was not a punishment at all.
Wang patted her head and said, "Don't worry, she'll be put in solitary confinement again later."
“That small world is in terrible ruin. If those two children can repair it, then all their millions of years of cultivation will have been for nothing.” The master chuckled and patted her. “It is indeed not a light punishment.”
“I’ve brought that world with me. You can take a look at the people you care about.” With that, Wang opened his arms, and a familiar little world appeared in front of Sang Zhitao.
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