He just dares to gamble!
Zhen Shuangliu certainly didn't explode his Dao Source just because Hua Yanwang turned around, but he also didn't let Hua Yanwang leave like that. Almost as soon as Hua Yanwang moved, a brightly colored mist erupted from his sleeve, striking Hua Yanwang directly. The spirit snake wrapped around his arm also reared up and spit out its tongue, poised to fire. "Stay alive! How can the Spirit Serpent Realm allow you to come and go as you please?"
For a moment, afterimages of both sides intertwined, swiftly striking swiftly, exchanging blows a hundred times in the blink of an eye. Three breaths later, Hua Yanwang, enveloped in the colorful smoke, let out a muffled groan, angrily tossing away half a drop of colorless and intangible existence, and without a backward glance, dove out of bounds.
Zhen Shuangliu did not chase after him anymore.
He stood still for a moment, calming the surging blood and qi in his chest before collecting the object Hua Yanwang had dropped. The spirit snake, wagging its tail, rubbed against his fingertips. Zhen Shuangliu glanced nonchalantly at the Dao Source he had just obtained and was about to feed it to the spirit snake.
The snake spit out its tongue, but it missed.
"Tsk, we just agreed to feed it to the dogs... bark."
The air seemed to have stopped flowing. In the ruins of the Spirit Snake Temple, the spirit snake silently looked back at its master. This cold-blooded creature was filled with complex emotions at this moment, and its pair of small black eyes were dull.
"No." Zhen Shuangliu pinched the source of Dao and stuffed it into the snake's throat, muttering to himself, "It turns out that you're so stupid because you didn't eat well. You'll get it if you eat more, right?"
The spirit snake slapped Zhen Shuangliu's arm with the tip of its tail, not hard, more like a playful gesture than an expression of irritation. Zhen Shuangliu grasped the snake by the neck, lifted it up, and examined it carefully. Instead of letting it burrow back under his skin, he tucked it into his arms.
Birds will sing after they grow new feathers, and snakes will grow up after they have eaten. All these things that happen naturally are like waterfalls flowing downstream, and there is no turning back once they go.
Nine snakes swarmed up, following behind Zhen Shuangliu, but he silently waved his hand. By now, the Serpent Lord, ruling a realm, could easily turn mountains upside down and redirect waterfalls. Even snakes with deficient bloodlines could now draw on the Dao source to replenish their vitality, no longer needing to be nurtured in his flesh and blood. If he so desired, he could move mountains and seas with a single thought. However, even with his celestial powers, he couldn't turn back time or make the dead open their eyes again.
Zhen Shuangliu stood on the ruins of the palace, casting his gaze towards the sunset.
He had just caused the Taotie Lord to lose not only his chance of stealing a chicken but also a goose. With that fool's experience as a warning, no one would doubtless think of him again for a long time. This battle had been incredibly risky, and he had nearly every advantage, both in terms of timing, location, and people. Ultimately, the victory was remarkable; even a single drop of Dao Source would have been enough to make any Mahayana cultivator's heart flutter. Yet, his face, covered in frost, bore a trace of boredom, and he didn't even twitch his lips.
Perhaps it noticed something, but the spirit snake poked its head out from his arms, and was pushed back by Zhen Shuangliu with his index finger.
It's boring. Zhen Shuangliu thought: It's so boring.
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The Shenxue Palace is now decorated with lights and colorful lanterns.
Wu Ting presented the gift in the hall and exchanged a few pleasantries with Han Qianling before suddenly saying with emotion, "I had no idea that the Palace Master's birthday was at this time."
"Perhaps." Palace Master Shenxue remained as calm as ever. "I can't remember clearly."
Wu Ting blinked in surprise: "What? Not today? Then, the Palace Master will be today from now on? Is there anything special about today?" According to the Suzaku calendar, this is just an ordinary day. Could it be that the world where the Palace Master was born has some extra meaning today?
Ren Wu Ting's thoughts wandered off at random while Han Qianling lowered his head and scraped off the foam on the tea.
Today, the entire Shenxue Palace was filled with unprecedented joy and excitement. Dishes flowed freely from the kitchen onto the table, and in the side hall, the female demons, ready to dance, were jostling and joking with each other. Almost every prominent figure in the Qingping Mansion had arrived. Soon, the banquet would begin, and everyone would toast to the Shenxue Palace Master's birthday. However, only a few knew that today wasn't the Master's actual birthday.
In fact, today is Luo Jiujiang's birthday.
But it doesn't matter. Who told him to give half of his birthday to Han Qianling, whose birthday is unknown?
He had divided it up so early, so generously. Back then, they were just two plump white balls. The little boy in red ran towards Han Qianling, holding a bowl of longevity noodles, his chopsticks waving excitedly. God knows how he had managed to sneak this bowl of noodles off the table.
The child in my memory stretched out his arm and handed me the bowl of noodles. A runny egg was nestled in the broth. "Half and half!" he said. "I'll find both sides of the noodles, and we can eat together. I'll give you half of the noodles, half of the birthday cake, half of my brother's, and everything else!"
As expected, they had always lived and died together, shared honor and disgrace. If they could give each other 70%, they would never give only 30%. Han Qianling raised his cup and saluted the air. At this time, in addition to his and Wu Ting's tea sets, there was also an additional cup of fragrant tea on the table.
"From now on, it will be held on this date and will not be changed."
Wu Ting was stunned for a moment before he realized that the Palace Master was answering his first question.
The rich aroma of tea diluted the many unspoken words in his heart. Han Qianling lowered his eyelashes, and a smile slowly escaped the corners of his lips.
In the days to come, as he walked, this day would become not just a celebration for Qingping Prefecture, but would gradually become a grand celebration for the entire Northland, the entire Suzaku Realm, and even the entire Three Thousand Realms. Everyone in the world would cheer and celebrate that person's birthday. If a newborn happened to be born on this day, he would be regarded as a child of great fortune by the entire family.
Because Han Qianling is capable, and because Luo Jiujiang is worthy.
At this moment, Luo Jiujiang was lying on the back of Taotie and hurriedly passing through the dark space and time between the realms.
He looked up as if he had some feeling, and suddenly remembered that today seemed to be his and Qianling's fifteenth birthday.
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