Chapter 262 Escape
Jin Ling breathed a barely perceptible sigh of relief. Thank goodness, the dreaded task of looking after the child was about to fall on her shoulders.
Tongtian almost collapsed on his cloud bed, feeling for the first time in his life that the cubs were not cute at all, and were too noisy.
"Master, Eldest Brother, Jinling will go down first to help Boli transform into human form." Jinling combed Boli's fur. Boli was well-behaved, sensible, and hardworking, making him the easiest to take care of.
"Go..." Tongtian waved them off, and finally they all left...
Hmm, no, there are two more...
The all-seeing eye swept over the two three-headed figures below, finally settling on Duobao. "Duobao, take your junior brothers and sisters down. They've transformed and can get to work. Helping you serve tea and water is a good idea."
Duobao smiled bitterly. He shouldn't have entered the hall in the first place. He had brought two troubles upon himself. Could he expect these two to serve him tea and water?
"Yes, Master, I will teach my junior brothers and sisters well." Duobao knew that his master wanted him to take these two by his side and teach them.
Well then, Duobao thinks Kong Xuan and Gui Ling are both talented and sensible, so they shouldn't be difficult to raise.
Kong Xuan led the tortoise spirit by the hand and followed behind his senior brother with great arrogance. What kind of master was this? He was too unlucky. Thinking of his younger brother Jinpeng, who had not yet hatched, he thought, well, he still had some luck.
The air in Biyou Palace was thick with resentment. The Twelve Golden Immortals, their hair disheveled and with no time to tidy themselves, looked utterly lost. "Master, please come out of seclusion and summon us for interrogation! Life in Biyou Palace is unbearable..."
Tongtian leaned against the cloud couch, fully aware of what was happening in every bedroom of Biyou Palace. He thought his second brother's disciples were no good enough, and glanced at his eldest brother's two disciples, wondering if he should recruit them as well.
Xuandu sensed something was amiss. As the second disciple to enter the sect, he was well-informed and naturally knew that his second uncle's fourteen disciples had been tricked into entering Biyou Palace and detained.
Seeing the occasional glances from his senior brother Duobao, Xuandu felt a chill run down his spine. He didn't hesitate any longer when it came to accepting Fuxi as his disciple on behalf of his master, and insisted on dragging Donghua down the mountain with him. "Brothers, we should share the good times and the bad. Let's go quickly."
“Someone has to stay on the mountain to serve Master. Since Senior Brother is not here, Junior Brother should take on the task.” Donghua did not want to go down the mountain. “If I don’t serve him, I will not be at peace.” This trip was obviously going to be a hard job, and he did not want to suffer.
"We're brothers for life, like brothers." Xuandu pulled Donghua away. His master usually cultivated in seclusion, sitting there motionless for thousands of years. Who would Donghua serve? He'd be waiting to be dragged by his third uncle to see the little golden crow.
"Junior brother, I'll explain to you later. We're still too close to Kunlun." He didn't know how he would be punished if his third uncle overheard him.
Since he was going to be captured by his third uncle to watch over his junior brother anyway, he might as well go with his senior brother to subdue Fuxi. At least Fuxi should be easier to deal with than those few precious little golden crows. He was doing it all for Donghua's good.
Donghua struggled incessantly; he didn't want to go. However, Xuandu's cultivation level was higher than his, and Donghua's struggles were easily resolved.
Suddenly, Xuandu realized that Donghua in his hand had stopped struggling, as if he had lost his soul and was being led by him. Oh no...
Thinking that Donghua had escaped using methods unknown to him, leaving behind a puppet, Xuandu hurriedly turned around and saw that Donghua was truly out of his mind, staring blankly at Changxi, who was riding a cloud in mid-air and holding the hand of a beautiful and intelligent boy. Xuandu's soul seemed to be floating away, wishing he could fly directly to Changxi.
"Which fairy flew by just now?" Donghua's eyes practically flew after her.
Xuan Du twitched his lips and slapped Dong Hua on the back of the head. "Come back to reality and stop thinking about it. That's the Taiyin Star Lord."
"So that was the Moon Goddess..." Donghua's tone was filled with longing, "It's a pity we never got to know each other..."
“No, the direction the fairy went was Kunlun,” Donghua suddenly realized. “Senior brother, let me go quickly.”
"Idiot," Xuandu slapped Donghua again, pulling him along and increasing the speed of their cloud-riding adventure instead of decreasing. "See the child Xingjun is holding? Senior brother is saving you."
"Would that child eat me?" Donghua's mind was entirely on Changxi, so he had no interest in paying attention to a child.
"It's even more terrifying than eating you. The younger brother of those nine little patriarchs from Biyou Palace is coming to Kunlun Mountain to visit his older brothers. The one that Xingjun was holding just now was the one. What if Uncle-Master gets greedy and thinks he can have another one? Who do you think will end up taking care of this little golden crow?"
Xuan Du felt a pang of unease. Were there any other candidates from Kunlun Mountain? No, only the two of them. If his master didn't capture them to take with him, who else could he capture?
Donghua's face turned ashen. His fear of the brat instantly overwhelmed his longing for Changxi. Those nine little daring brothers who dared to fly up to their master's shoulder and pluck his beard, and whose master even praised them against his will.
Those brats were well-behaved for less than half a day before they almost set foot in Second Master Uncle's Jade Void Palace.
This is terrible! Another living ancestor has arrived. You can't touch him, you can't scold him, you can only coax him, you can't show him any attitude...
"Senior brother, I can't thank you enough. Hurry up and leave..." Now it was Donghua's turn to be anxious. The newcomer was a guest, even more difficult to deal with than his little ancestor, junior brother.
Senior brother is right. There are only two idle people left on Kunlun Mountain. How could Third Uncle let them go?
They fled quickly, and Tongtian was very disappointed. He muttered to himself, "Xuandu is indeed a human. His mind is so sharp, much better than that of my twelve junior disciples."
It's a pity. If Xuandu had told Donghua the reason while they were near Kunlun Mountain, he would have had a reason to arrest him and punish him by making him watch over the little golden crow.
"Greetings, Master," Jin Ling patted Bo Li's little head with great satisfaction, "Junior Brother has taken human form."
"Boli greets Master." Boli, remembering what his second senior sister had taught him, bowed respectfully.
"Good, good," Tongtian slapped his thigh, this is hope. "Boli, you have not disappointed your master."
"Leave Boli with me for now. Jinling, go check on Guangchengzi and the others. Help them if you can." Tongtian placed all his hopes on Jinling.
“Yes, Master,” Jin Ling said, both amused and exasperated, but ultimately unable to evade the question, “Jin Ling will do her best.”
What can we do? Our master's reputation is the reputation of their Kunlun Mountain Biyou Palace. We have to help maintain it if we can...
With the help of Jinling, the Twelve Golden Immortals, covered in dust and grime, led the little Golden Crows they had been teaching back to the main hall of Biyou Palace, and with a sigh of relief, placed the little Golden Crows in front of Tongtian.
Guang Chengzi straightened his clothes and composed himself, bowing respectfully: "Reporting to my uncle, my fellow disciples have all successfully transformed into human form, and have lived up to your expectations."
Tongtian raised an eyebrow, looking at the seven or eight-year-old, intelligent and beautiful little golden crow after its transformation. The effect was quite good. "Very good," he said, waving his hand. Fourteen bottles of Three Lights Divine Water floated in front of the fourteen people. "Keep them."
Led by Guang Chengzi, the fourteen men, with their hands behind their backs, all took a large step back in unison.
This is awkward...
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