Just as Gingerbread was complaining that summer was taking forever to arrive.
The jasmine in the courtyard is quietly blooming.
A pleasant fragrance filled the entire courtyard.
The temperature is getting hotter and hotter.
For the past two months.
She devoted herself to the study of weapon crafting and finally created something that was more for show than practical use for cultivators.
For example, this super-duper double-door refrigerator made from gold crystal.
The left side is for refrigeration, and the right side is for freezing.
The inner wall of the refrigerator is engraved with several arrays, which control the temperature on both sides.
If one were not skilled in array formations, it would be difficult to craft such a thing. It involves large arrays within smaller arrays, and one must also conserve spirit stones as much as possible.
Only gingerbread has the money and time to tinker with this.
Old Huang left the pass and headed straight for the mountainside of Xianyu Peak. Full of heroic spirit, he pushed open the door and roared.
"Little pancake, this old man has emerged from seclusion!"
In the very center of the courtyard, a long, square object gleaming with gold almost blinded him.
A girl held a tray in both hands and had another tray on her head in front of a glittering golden box.
The plate is filled with sliced watermelon.
However, the tray above was teetering on the edge.
"Quickly, quickly, Elder Huang, please help me, please help me!"
Gingerbread swayed its body in rhythm with the tray, as if afraid the sliced watermelon would fall off.
"......."
Old Huang came over and took the tray away.
"Little pancake, I've only been in seclusion for a few months, and you're getting better and better at enjoying life."
He approached and realized that the large, glittering box was emitting a chilling aura.
The little girl clearly wanted chilled watermelon.
"Hey, life is all about enjoying it."
Gingerbread put two plates of watermelon in, then took out the chilled watermelon from inside and placed it on the stone table.
"Old Huang, come and eat!"
She waved her hand, lowered her head to eat watermelon, her almond-shaped eyes narrowed, and her face was full of satisfaction. "How's your cultivation level?"
"I'm almost back to the first level of the Void Refinement Realm. I still need to go out and gain experience to solidify my foundation. I heard from Wuya that that bastard Song Yuechen is already at the third level of the Void Refinement Realm." Old Huang sat under the shade of a tree and ate some watermelon.
"Song Yuechen's advancement speed is too fast. The difference in combat power between the early and middle stages of the Golden Core realm is like heaven and earth, not to mention the Void Refining realm. The difference between the first and third stages is like heaven and earth. If you want to kill your enemy, you'll have to work harder."
Gingerbread felt cramped sitting down, so he squatted under the shade of a tree to eat a watermelon.
"Of course I know, you little brat, you're lecturing me now." Old Huang finished the rest of the watermelon like a glutton. "Little Bing, you're talking like Senior Fen Jue now."
The girl paused in her chewing motion.
I asked very softly, "Do you have it?"
Old Huang didn't hear it. He looked around the courtyard and saw no outsiders. "Little Bingzi, where is Senior Fen Jue? Why didn't he come out to eat watermelon with you? I've missed him after he's been in seclusion for several months."
Gingerbread tossed the watermelon rind to Little Yellow, who jumped up, grabbed it, wagged its tail, and ran to a corner to eat it.
"He went back to take care of some business."
"Taking care of business?" Old Huang closed his eyes, leaning against the tree trunk in the sun. "When will you be back?"
She shook her head.
After a while, there was still no reply from Old Huang.
Then she realized that Old Huang hadn't opened his eyes and couldn't see her shaking her head.
"I don't know when."
Gingerbread lowered her eyelids and quietly wiped the watermelon juice off her fingers. "I'll come back when it's time."
"Something's not right." Old Huang turned to look at her. "Why do I feel that you're not as lively and boisterous as you used to be?"
Gingerbread from the past.
He could shut him up with a retort.
Her little mouth was never still for a moment.
"No, you're wrong." She moved her lips as if to say something but then stopped, lying back in the wicker chair and squinting her eyes. "I'm so sleepy, I'm going to take a nap. Please make yourself at home!"
The little girl is acting strange.
Old Huang took a book out of his waist with his right hand.
The book cover says.
The Runaway Bride of the Lord of the Ghost Realm
I've heard that this novel is currently a bestseller in the cultivation world, and a successful novelist like him should definitely read it.
Gingerbread woke up from a nap.
It's getting dark.
Old Huang is no longer here.
The courtyard was empty except for her.
I used to think the yard was too small.
But now it feels a bit empty.
Fortunately, there's still the little yellow dog that wreaks havoc around the house.
She stood up, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and once she was fully awake, she decided to cook.
Suddenly, a flame appeared near my ear from a communication talisman.
"Junior Sister, White Bone Ridge, save me..."
The faint cries for help faded away as the flames flickered.
That's the sound of a peacock!
Is he in danger?
Gingerbread immediately summoned Little Yellow, which soared into the sky and flew to the Sword Sect's mountain gate. Then, after a moment's thought...
This is something that even Xie Yingnan, at the Refinement Realm, couldn't solve.
She's only at the Golden Core stage; going there would be suicide.
Without hesitation, he burned the communication talisman to summon people.
A moment later, Old Huang appeared beside me, holding a melodramatic novel. "Little Bing, what's this...?"
"Go rescue them, we'll talk on the way."
They weren't afraid of knowing the peacock's identity as a demonic cultivator, and only Elder Huang could be trusted among those at the Void Refinement Realm.
The two of them were moving very fast.
Gingerbread briefly explained who to save at White Bone Ridge.
Old Huang frowned and sighed, "White Bone Ridge is no good place; the resentment on that Ghost Mountain runs deep."
“I’ve heard of it.” She urged Xiao Huang to speed up, as saving lives was urgent. “White Bone Ridge was the location of the Puppet Sect a thousand years ago. The people of the Puppet Sect are skilled at crafting puppets of various levels.”
"This includes turning living people into puppets."
"After the Puppet Sect disappeared, White Bone Ridge slowly became a place where cultivators abandoned their corpses."
"Does this little girl know so much now?"
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