Chapter 100 Chapter 100 Long Aotian's Father 14
In fact, Zhuozhuo and Yan Bufan could also realize it without Huaduo's lobbying.
The mountains that slowly appeared before my eyes and the magnificent buildings hidden among them seemed like sleeping ancient mythical beasts lying on the ground. Every brick, tile, blade of grass and tree exuded a breathtaking pressure that made people dare not look directly at it and wanted to surrender from the bottom of their hearts.
Yan Bufan tried hard to resist the urge to bow down, thinking that this was the power of the number one sect in the world of immortal cultivation. The residence of the gods must be no more than this. It was so dangerous just by looking at it.
Worried that Zhuozhuo might be frightened or hurt, Yan Bufan looked down at her in his arms and saw that she wasn't smiling at all. She stared at the mountains with a serious face, then opened her mouth and let out a fierce roar, "Roar—"
Not only was he not scared, he also bravely fought back.
Although the soft and milky roar had no deterrent effect, Hua Duoyou, who observed the reactions of the two people, still felt that it was inappropriate and wanted to remind them that there was a sleeping guardian beast in Zhuozhuo Mountain, which should not be offended.
But before Hua Duoyou could speak, green waves surged up from the mountains below, and a low and strange "roar" accompanied by terrifying pressure spread out.
Instantly, heaven and earth fell silent, and every living thing in the mountain fell prostrate. Within the Qingyuan Sect, disciples below the Golden Core stage were immobilized by the overwhelming pressure, some even experiencing mental turmoil and regression.
The sect leader, the elders, and even the Grand Elder, who had been in seclusion, instantly appeared, carefully deploying barriers to protect the disciples and to subdue the conflicting thoughts of the sect leaders and elders from the outer sects. They respectfully saluted toward the highest peak, "Qingyuan Sect's 32nd Sect Leader, Guan Congyun, and the others congratulate Senior on his awakening."
The scene of a group of people with the highest level of cultivation and the greatest power bowing their heads in worship shocked everyone who could see it, but they did not receive any response.
Just when Guan Congyun suspected that the noise just now was the sleeping person talking in his sleep, a fierce voice sounded in the silence, "Hmph. You are so fierce. I don't want to play with you. Zhuozhuo wants to be with Daddy."
Everyone was shocked and puzzled. Who could be so calm and talk like this? When did this person come? Is he a friend or foe?
Guan Congyun was about to ask when Elder Qingyin suddenly remembered something and sent him a message, "The little girl Duoyou brought back is called Zhuozhuo. Calculating the time, it should be here by now."
Because Elder Qingyin was planning to take in a personal disciple and was impressed by Zhuozhuo's talent and age, he paid more attention to him. But to say that a three-year-old child could awaken a mountain guardian beast that had been dormant for thousands of years was incredible.
Guan Congyun also remembered that his third disciple, Hua Duoyou, had sent him a message saying that he had discovered a pair of exceptionally gifted siblings, and he was certain that he would be unable to resist accepting them as his disciples. But no matter how talented someone was, they wouldn't alarm the guardian beast, right?
Everyone exchanged glances, then silently flew towards the location of the spirit ship. As they approached, they saw a delicate little girl nestled in the arms of a handsome young man, her hand still holding Hua Duoyou's. She said to the ball of white light in front of them, "If you weren't fierce, I wouldn't be able to go with you."
As soon as everyone's eyes met the white light, it was as if they were pierced by countless sharp swords. They immediately withdrew their gaze and dared not look directly at it. Instead, they focused their attention on the three children, quietly paying attention to the shadow of the white light.
The young man and Hua Duoyou had wet and disheveled hair and pale faces, still bearing the marks of being crushed by the tyrannical pressure. The little girl, however, had a rosy complexion and bright eyes. She poked the white light with her little hand and said, "You're too close! It's flashing in my eyes."
It's simply treasonous.
Everyone subconsciously held their breath, and some even prepared to flee, fearing they would be implicated if the man got angry. Then they watched helplessly as the white light drifted back a meter, swaying left and right, as if asking Zhuozhuo if this distance was acceptable.
Everyone: “…”
If it weren't for the pressure it exuded, they wouldn't have believed that this ball of temperless white light was the mythical beast that was recorded in history as having almost destroyed the world and was comparable to a ferocious beast.
Zhuozhuo vividly demonstrated the saying "a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger." She looked at the ball of white light and asked curiously, "Is this what you look like? Why do you glow? Are you a candle? Are you the sun?"
After saying this, Zhuo Zhuo's deep and rich voice sounded in his ears again, "It's not like this. This is the light burning in my soul. I am not a candle, nor the sun, but I can block out the sun."
Zhuozhuo was stunned and said childishly, "Are you a cloud? Clouds can block the sun. White clouds can make the sun less dazzling, red clouds can make the sun gentler and send it home, and black clouds can scare the sun to tears."
"I am not."
Zhuozhuo sighed, "Then what are you? Tell me, I can't figure it out. My Grandpa Fengfeng never told me what he looks like, and I'm so scared I wouldn't recognize him if I saw him." She pouted and said, "Don't you guys like me so much that you won't show me?"
"I'll show you."
The white light began to change shape, quickly transforming into a legless dragon with horns on its head. The dragon was completely black, with ferocious features that could scare a child to tears.
Zhuozhuo stretched his neck to look and exclaimed, "Snake!"
"It's Zhulong."
Zhulong didn't move, waiting for Zhuozhuo's reaction.
"What a handsome Zhulong." Zhuozhuo said sincerely, "I want to hug you."
Zhulong was silent for a moment, then slowly fell into Zhuozhuo's hands, with most of its body hanging out. After a few swims, Zhulong rolled itself into a round pancake, raised its head, and stared at Zhuozhuo quietly.
There was no fear or rejection in Zhuozhuo's eyes, only love and curiosity.
She let go of Hua Duoyou and carefully stroked the slippery scales on the little dragon's body. She also gently touched the dragon horns on his head. She moved closer to observe his eyes, mouth, nostrils and beard, and praised him, "Zhulong, you are so beautiful!"
Zhulong: “…”
Zhuozhuo was so fascinated by the delicate little dragon that she said in a baby voice, "You're too small and too fragile. I'm afraid I'll hurt you."
Everyone present: “…” Are your eyes okay?
Zhuozhuo had completely forgotten that she was still disliking Zhulong's fierceness. She held the little dragon in her arms and looked at Yan Bufan, saying expectantly, "Daddy, let's raise Zhulong. He's so small, he'd be eaten by a tiger if he stayed outside."
Yan Bufan: “…”
The tiger was lucky not to be eaten by him.
Zhuozhuo continued to plead, "Daddy, Zhulong eats very little. From now on, Zhuozhuo will eat less. Zhuozhuo's meals will be given to Zhulong."
Yan Bufan glanced at Zhulong, and his eyes were burned again. He looked at Hua Duoyou and received a helpless bitter smile.
At this moment, Yan Bufan once again realized the importance of strength. Without strength, he could only watch Zhuozhuo deal with dangerous things without being able to provide any advice or protection.
Under pressure, Yan Bufan slowly said: "As long as he doesn't hurt you, you can keep him."
Zhuozhuo cheered and said happily, "Zhulong, we can play together now!"
But Zhulong, who had insisted that Zhuozhuo go with him just now, did not seem very happy. He looked at Zhuozhuo deeply, and suddenly turned into a ball of white light and disappeared.
"Zhulong!" Zhuozhuo called out, but the deep voice no longer rang in her ears. She looked at Yan Bufan blankly and said aggrievedly, "Daddy, Zhulong is missing. He disappeared without telling me."
Yan Bufan's heart was heavy, and it was hard not to suspect that Zhulong's sudden departure was due to his inability to avoid harming Zhuozhuo. The mountain-like pressure dissipated, and Yan Bufan hugged Zhuozhuo for comfort, his desire to become stronger stronger than ever.
In this yearning, Yan Bufan vaguely felt that he had touched a hidden switch in his body. As long as he turned on this switch, he would have the power he had always dreamed of. No one noticed that Yan Bufan's eyes were dazed for a moment.
Zhuozhuo's sadness came and went quickly. She hugged Yan Bufan's neck, put her face against his, and said stickyly, "Daddy is the best. Daddy will never leave Zhuozhuo."
"I will always..." be with you.
Yan Bufan came back to his senses, but before he could finish the rest of his words, dozens of cultivators suddenly appeared in front of the boat. Hua Duoyou, who was standing beside him, bowed in surprise and said, "Disciple Hua Duoyou greets Master, Grand Elder, and all the elders."
Yan Bufan immediately realized who these people were and silently followed suit. Guan Congyun, the leader, raised his hand, and Yan Bufan straightened up. "No need to be so polite. Are you Yan Bufan?"
"Yes." After being forced to "exempt himself from formalities", Yan Bufan had become numb to his own weakness at the moment. He hugged Zhuozhuo tightly, knowing that these people appeared here for her.
As expected, Guan Congyun immediately looked at Zhuozhuo and said kindly, "Is your name Zhuozhuo?"
Zhuozhuo said softly, "Yes, how do you know my name and Daddy's name?"
Guan Congyun said, "Hua Duoyou told me." The people behind him sighed inwardly. In the entire cultivation world, how many people could let Guan Congyun call himself "I"? This little girl is really lucky.
Zhuozhuo asked doubtfully, "Why did Senior Brother tell you?"
"Because I am Hua Duoyou's master," Guan Congyun said with a smile, "I will accept you and your father as my disciples. From now on, you and Hua Duoyou will be real brothers and sisters. You can call me Master now, and I will hold a disciple-taking ceremony for you in the future."
Elder Qingyin secretly hated herself for being a step too slow, but she also knew that after Zhuozhuo caught Zhulong's attention, she would only be able to become the master's apprentice. It was a pity that such a good child was not destined to be with her.
Zhuozhuo didn't agree immediately. She looked at Yan Bufan and said, "Daddy, do you want me to be your son?"
Everyone was puzzled, but Yan Bufan was the first to react. In Zhuozhuo's cognitive logic, she was Yan Bufan's daughter. If she and Hua Duoyou were siblings, then Hua Duoyou must be Yan Bufan's son.
Yan Bufan, who was delighted to have a son, said: "...Brother Hua will not be Daddy's son. After becoming his disciple, the three of us will all be brothers and sisters."
Hua Duoyou's eyes widened, and he finally understood what was going on. He explained with a mixture of laughter and tears, "Junior sister, the relationship between master and disciple is equivalent to that between father and son. After becoming a disciple, the seniority will be arranged according to the sect's rules. Then you will not only call me Senior Brother, but also Senior Brother Yan Bufan."
He thought Zhuozhu would be very interested, but he didn't expect Zhuozhu to shake his head like a rattle and refuse repeatedly, "No, no, no, no! Daddy can only be Daddy! Daddy can't become Senior Brother!"
Zhuozhuo hugged Yan Bufan's neck tightly and said loudly: "Daddy, Zhuozhuo doesn't want to call you senior brother!"
"Okay, I won't let you call me senior brother." After saying this, Yan Bufan had already made a decision.
Guan Congyun would definitely accept Zhuozhuo as his seniority was the highest in the Qingyuan Sect, aside from the Grand Elder, and the Grand Elder didn't accept disciples. Regardless of who Yan Bufan chose as his master, his seniority would at most be equal to Zhuozhuo's.
Yan Bufan could certainly join another sect to resolve the conflict, but he couldn't leave Zhuozhuo here alone. So if he wanted to stay in Qingyuan Sect, Yan Bufan could only serve as a servant or a disciple attendant.
Yan Bufan felt no regret, only resentment for his own weakness. At this moment, he could do nothing but hope that these people would cherish Zhuo Zhuo's talent and protect her, but he was also worried that they would use Zhuo Zhuo to curry favor with Zhu Long.
Zhuozhuo got Yan Bufan's approval and said to Guan Congyun, "My senior brother's master, Zhuozhuo can't call you master anymore. Daddy is Zhuozhuo's master."
Yan Bufan was slightly stunned. He hadn't expected Zhuozhuo to think this way. It seemed as if everything became simple and easy with Zhuozhuo. But he couldn't let Zhuozhuo's firm choice and partiality delay him.
Yan Bufan was about to speak when Guan Congyun said with regret, "Young friend Zhuozhuo and Senior Zhulong have a connection, but they shouldn't have become my disciples."
This sentence meant that Zhuozhuo had become a discarded child in Guan Congyun's eyes, and Yan Bufan felt a mixture of joy and sorrow. However, being abandoned at the outset was better than being betrayed at the end, so Yan Bufan quickly adjusted his mindset.
Zhuozhuo didn't understand the twists and turns, and upon hearing this, he said to Hua Duoyou, "Can I still call you senior brother?"
Hua Duoyou, heartbroken over the loss of his junior sister, wanted to nod, but his own master had already changed his address to "little friend"—would he want to kill himself if he asked Zhuozhu to call him "brother"? He said, "Zhuozhu, just call me by my name."
"It's rude to call someone by their name."
"I just like people calling my name." Hua Duoyou said against his will.
Zhuozhuo's eyes were shining, and she said crisply: "Flower, oh!"
Without any hesitation, it was very smooth. One could imagine that Zhuozhuo had secretly called this out in his heart many times.
Hua Duoyou: “…” This was the first time he knew his name was so charming.
Hua Duoyou wanted Zhuozhuo to call him Duoyou, but he realized that calling him that sounded like being called by an elder...
Just as he was struggling with this, a sturdy man said with a smile, "Zhuozhuo, I see that you have a talent for taming beasts. Are you interested in joining the Beast Taming Sect?"
As soon as these words were spoken, disgust and gloating flashed across the faces of everyone in the Qingyuan Sect. People from other sects regretted not daring to poach the man in the first place, and hoped that Zhuozhuo would reject him harshly.
Ignoring the strange looks from the crowd, the man eagerly said, "There are many rare and exotic beasts in the Beast Taming Sect, some fierce, some cute, some furry, some scaly, some bigger than a mountain, some smaller than an ant, some black, white, red, yellow, and all kinds of colors. Even if we don't have one, we can help you catch it."
As he spoke, the man walked past Guan Congyun and the others and came in front of Zhuozhuo. He stretched out his hand and showed the black ring on his finger. "This is a black snake. It has the blood of the Basilisk and is ferocious. Each one is as powerful as a Jindan-stage cultivator. If you become my disciple, I can give you these five black snakes."
Zhuozhuo blinked and said nothing. The man gave her so much information after he spoke that she was a little overwhelmed. Why did he suddenly want her to become his disciple?
Thinking Zhuozhuo wasn't interested, the man touched the beast-taming ring on his wrist with his large hand, and a snow-white deer appeared in his palm. He tossed it casually, and the white deer transformed into a majestic and ethereal deer. The deer looked at the man timidly, stomping its hooves and stopping in its tracks, not daring to move.
The man pointed to the horns on the deer's head and said, "The shape of the antlers is similar to that of a dragon. If you like, I can catch a black deer for you."
Zhuozhuo asked doubtfully, "Black Deer?"
Aren't all deer brown? You're lucky to see a white one, but there are even black ones!
The man thought Zhuozhuo was interested and said, "When the time comes, cut off the black deer's antlers and I will help you refine them into the shape you want." He was almost saying that he could refine the antlers into the shape of Zhulong's dragon horns.
Poaching Zhuozhuo had already offended both the Qingyuan Sect and Zhulong, so the man wasn't afraid of offending them again. After all, based on his years of experience in beast taming, he knew Zhulong definitely had a strong liking for Zhuozhuo. If Zhuozhuo were accepted, the declining Beast Taming Sect would be saved.
Zhuozhuo shook her head. "Don't cut off the antlers. Zhuozhuo doesn't want antlers!" She said angrily, "You are a bad guy. I don't want to talk to you."
Elder Qingyin smiled and said, "Master Qi, Zhuozhuo is kind-hearted. He only likes making friends and doesn't like abusing slaves. If we don't share the same ideals, don't force it."
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