Chapter 293 A Love Tribulation That's Hard to Overcome (Sixteen)
Zi Guang, somewhat disappointed at not finding anyone, said, "A few days ago, the sixteenth heaven was filled with turbid air and no one could enter. These past two days, we've finally been able to enter, but Yao Yan has disappeared again. What is he doing?"
“He has just regained his memory and needs time to deal with these things,” Feng Ji explained, making excuses for him. “Besides, his filthy disciple has a Chaos Core inside him—speaking of which, I heard that the foundation stones that originally sealed the Chaos Core in the Demon Forest were tampered with, and many pieces are missing. The people from Lingyin Palace have already gone to investigate. Have you heard anything about it?”
"No." Zi Guang was currently having a headache over his primordial spirit that had been banished to the mortal realm. He had finally managed to find a temple in the cultivation world and sent a fragment of his immortal spirit to take a look, only to find his fragmented spirit with a pretty boy. He was immediately shocked and rushed back. He was still in shock and had no time to care about the Chaos Core.
“It’s one thing that Yao Yan is acting strangely now that he’s just regained his memories, and it’s another that Chang Ning has been staying home lately, but you’re acting weird too?” Feng Ji turned to look at him. “Are you two hiding something from me?”
A look of doubt slowly appeared on his handsome, cold face: "Am I about to die?"
"Pah, pah, pah." Zi Guang cast a spell on him, "How can you say such things so casually? If the Heavenly Dao finds out, you'll be in for a life-or-death ordeal."
Feng Ji said indifferently, "Anyway, I've already overcome my demonic tribulations. You guys who are going through love tribulations are just troublesome."
Zi Guang pulled him forward: "Let's go quickly. In a few days it will be the 300,000th birthday banquet of the God Ling Yin. Come with me back to the palace to pick out some gifts."
"I'm ready." Feng Ji wasn't really keen on going.
“If you dare to offer me the Kunpeng bone that you picked from the Northern Sea again, I’ll kick you out of the Nine Heavens without Yao Yan even lifting a finger.” Zi Guang dragged him onto the spiritual cloud, “Let’s go to my palace to pick one.”
Feng Ji reluctantly left with him.
Jiang Gu led Wei Feng out of the magic array. Wei Feng insisted on holding his hand, and Jiang Gu did not refuse, but was somewhat uncomfortable: "What kind of behavior is this?"
Even after regaining his memories, he still retained some of the airs of a celestial lord.
Wei Feng, however, didn't care at all. He affectionately intertwined his fingers with Jiang Gu's and said, "Master, do you still remember what happened at the birthday banquet of God Ling Yin when you were ten thousand years old?"
Jiang Gu paused for a moment.
Of course he remembers.
*
That was on the eve of Hongchen's seclusion.
With his usually strict master suddenly staying indoors and his mother's birthday approaching, Yao Yan, the little immortal, was unusually playful, but he was still a little worried about Hong Chen.
He paced back and forth three times in front of Hongchen's palace gates with his hands behind his back, tirelessly sending a message inside for the seventh time: "Master, are you alright?"
Hongchen ignored him and instead unleashed a powerful burst of immortal energy, which struck the back of his head rather roughly.
Yao Yan knew this must be another bad master throwing a tantrum. He raised an eyebrow, his wish fulfilled, and then pretended to bow, saying, "Since Master is busy with his affairs, this disciple will not disturb you any longer."
Then he began to prepare to go to the Demon Forest alone for training, but before that, he needed to attend his mother's birthday banquet.
A few days ago, he went to the South China Sea to find two ancient pearls, which were formed from the heart of the ancient divine beast Lin Fang. He made a pair of earrings by himself, intending to give them to his mother as a birthday gift. Now, only the last red pendant is left, so he went to the source of the River of Forgetfulness in the Demon Forest. The petals of the Seven Killings Tree, which is millions of years old, are the perfect color.
Naturally, he wanted the best for his mother. He took a liking to the most vibrant and beautiful flower on the crown of the Seven Killings Tree and used his immortal power to break it off with a single sword strike. But as soon as he got his hands on it, he felt that the weight was a bit off. The next moment, a soft little lump of mud rolled out from the petals and fell at his feet.
Wei Feng was sleeping soundly in his petal bed when he was suddenly thrown out. He was a little dazed from the fall, and when he looked up at the little red-clad immortal in front of him, he was instantly drawn to the fragrant immortal aura emanating from the little immortal.
"I'm sorry." Yao Yan looked at the small nest that had been flattened and collapsed in the petals, a tattered piece of cloth, and a small pillow made of black stone. Some dried fruit was still hanging on the surrounding petals. He realized that he had accidentally destroyed the home of this little filthy creature.
These flowers are probably unusable.
He used his divine power again, trying to take the flower back, but the Seven Killing Tree dies as soon as it falls, and even with his powerful magic, he couldn't restore the flower to its original state.
The little filth stared blankly as he held his home in his hand, speechless.
The little immortal lord, who rarely made mistakes, felt a little uneasy. He bent down and placed the flower in front of the little filth, saying, "Tell me, which flower do you want as your nest, and I will send you up there."
The little creature tiptoed and peered into the petals, saying, "This is my home, none of the others are. Can you put it back?"
“…It can’t be put back now.” The little immortal was unusually patient. “I can compensate you with some space-time magic treasures that are nice to live in.”
The little filth shook its head: "I don't want to."
The little immortal frowned slightly, somewhat displeased.
The little creature was so tempted by his scent that it swallowed hard and said, "Can you give me some fairy spirit to eat?"
The little immortal nodded and casually gathered the immortal energy beside him and handed it to it.
The filth shook its head and moved closer to him: "It's on you."
"Insolence!" The little immortal lord's face turned cold.
The immortal spirit within an immortal is connected to their primordial spirit, pure and precious, and closely related to their cultivation level. It is far more valuable than any immortal spirit that can be casually condensed. If an ordinary inanimate object were to get a bite of it, it could be transformed into a spirit by good luck. How could it be given to others so easily?
The little creature was startled by him. He looked at Yao Yan helplessly and asked cautiously, "Little Immortal Lord, don't you remember me?"
Yao Yan looked at him with a puzzled expression.
“You were celebrating your birthday when I first gained consciousness, and later you even gave me a spirit beast to eat,” the little filthy creature said.
Yao Yan finally remembered the dirty little creature he had encountered when he was a child, and asked in confusion, "Why are you still so small? Don't you cultivate?"
The little impurity smelled the immortal spirit on his body and its stomach rumbled, saying, "I can't even get enough to eat, and no one teaches me how to cultivate. All I know how to do is sleep and eat."
The little immortal, who had been living a life of luxury and worshipping the most powerful master, was unusually moved by a trace of pity.
He pinched a small piece of his own fairy spirit and stuffed it into its arms, saying, "Don't tell anyone."
Then he turned around and left.
The little creature excitedly hugged the fairy spirit, took a bite without hesitation, its eyes instantly lit up, and then it swallowed the whole thing. It smacked its lips, still wanting more, and when it saw the red-clad boy's back in the distance, and then looked at its own little nest, it finally decided to follow him.
Yao Yan walked for a while and suddenly felt something was wrong. He passed by the Heavenly Gate and hid behind a pillar. Then he saw a small, filthy creature with a Seven Killing Flower four or five times his size on its head chasing after him. It couldn't see him and looked around anxiously.
Tianmen looked down at the little immortal hiding behind his gatepost, wondering what the child was up to now. He yawned lazily and went back to sleep.
Wei Feng thought he had lost them, and he hung his head in dejection. The tuft of hair on his head fell down, and tears streamed down his face, instantly staining a patch of spiritual cloud black.
Until something cold poked his back.
Wei Feng turned around and saw the Little Immortal Lord looking down at him with a mixture of disdain and confusion: "Why are you following me?"
"I'm hungry." Wei Feng tried to approach him, but the other man took a step back, causing him to miss his target.
Wei Feng looked up and said, "Could you give me another piece of immortal spirit?"
Yao Yan slowly frowned.
Even if the filthy creatures gain intelligence, they are not wise. Moreover, they are stubborn, greedy, and insatiable. They do not listen to teachings and only know how to make demands. Therefore, the immortals in the upper realm generally dislike the filthy creatures. Once they are shown the slightest kindness, the filthy creatures will cling to them without any regard for the consequences.
Moreover, they are very dirty, and the filth on their bodies will erode the immortal aura on the immortals, making them difficult to wash off once they get on them.
“A single piece of immortal spirit is worth a thousand years of your arduous cultivation.” Yao Yan’s tone turned cold. “Don’t push your luck.”
The little creature said pitifully, "But I'm so hungry."
"If you're hungry, then focus on your cultivation." Yao Yan didn't want to get entangled with it any longer. "Relying solely on the immortal spirits of others will never lead to greatness."
"Please, give me another piece of immortal spirit." The little filth jumped onto his feet, Yao Yan's pupils shrank, and he kicked it away.
The little filth turned into a tiny black dot on the horizon and disappeared completely.
Tianmen slowly opened his eyes and said, "Little Immortal Lord, bullying a little filth is not a good habit."
Yao Yan's face was somewhat unpleasant. He poured his immortal energy onto his boots as if it were free, and said with a tense expression, "I didn't use any force."
Tianmen sighed: "The filth is inherently weak; it will be killed by the fall."
Yao Yan remained silent, his expression cold.
“All things in nature were created without distinction of high or low, noble or base,” Tianmen said. “It fell into the Celestial Pool.”
Then Tianmen concealed his form.
Yao Yan stood there for a moment, but eventually went to the Immortal Pool.
The small filth collapsed onto a lotus leaf, and the glistening dewdrops rolled back and forth on the leaf with the pond water, only to be stained black by the filth on the filth.
Yao Yan frowned, conjured a handkerchief, covered the little filth with it, and then pinched it.
Wei Feng's bones ached from being squeezed, and he struggled to open his eyes, but immediately a gentle burst of immortal power enveloped him, and the golden immortal spirit was placed in his arms.
Yao Yan held it in his palm, and after confirming that it was not dead, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said coldly, "This is the last piece of immortal spirit for you. Don't follow me anymore, understand?"
The little creature happily hugged the piece of immortal spirit and nodded.
Yao Yan placed it, along with the handkerchief, by the Immortal Pool and turned to leave.
The little filth swallowed the immortal spirit whole and followed closely behind.
"..." Yao Yan turned his head and looked at it warningly.
"I'm going to get my house." The little creature took a slightly awkward half-step back, clutching his handkerchief. "Do you still want this?"
"No, I don't want it anymore," Yao Yan said, sounding somewhat disgusted.
The little filthy creature happily hugged the fragrant handkerchief; he could finally get a new blanket!
Little Immortal Lord is such a good person.
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