When Yi Mu was a child, he was raised by his maternal grandfather for a period of time and had a very deep relationship with him.
Knowing that his grandfather liked to tinker with new and interesting things, he bought him the latest high-end mobile phone on the market and a high-spec computer specifically for playing games, so that the old man could enjoy himself.
Grandpa was wearing a moon-white Tang-style shirt, and he was playing with two walnuts in his hands. Ever since Yi Mu came in, he had been staring at Yan Shengzhou beside him.
Yan Shengzhou wasn't sure if this old fox with five hundred years of cultivation had seen through his identity. He smiled and made an auspicious gesture: "Grandpa, nice to meet you. I hope I haven't bothered you."
The Fox King could tell that he was no ordinary human, but with his cultivation level, he couldn't fathom the young man's true strength, which alarmed him.
You must know that since the founding of the country, spiritual energy available for cultivation has been scarce. His cultivation level was already quite remarkable among demons, but this young man was even better.
If it didn't come from a great family of Taoist masters, it could only be an extremely malevolent evil spirit.
The old man had already made up his mind, but he remained silent.
He accepted Yan Shengzhou's greeting with a smile, and then said that Yi Mu had good taste.
Yi Mu originally wanted to reveal Yan Shengzhou's identity, but then he thought that his grandfather was having a rare birthday celebration, and he didn't want the people from the Xuanmen sect to spoil his mood.
Birthday celebrations in the mountains may not be as varied as those outside, but they are certainly lively enough.
Yi Mu hadn't been back for a long time, and the younger generation of foxes all came to catch up with him.
Yan Shengzhou was entangled by a group of female foxes and interrogated about how he met Yi Mu.
From noon to dusk, lights came on in the mountains, and red lanterns and candles illuminated the faces of the people around.
Everyone was drunk. Yan Shengzhou finally managed to shake off Yi Mu's sisters and found Yi Mu by a mountain spring.
His little fox was half-submerged in water, with a man squatting beside him, affectionately stroking Yi Mu's neck.
Yan Shengzhou felt a pang of jealousy, but upon closer inspection, he realized that the person wasn't taking advantage of Yi Mu, but rather absorbing Yi Mu's spiritual energy.
Before Yan Shengzhou could think, he broke through the seal he had placed on himself and kicked the man into the rushing spring.
Yi Mu leaned against the rock, his face pale. Yan Shengzhou lifted him out of the water and checked his pulse.
Yan Shengzhou was aware of Yi Mu's original cultivation level.
Although one cannot say that their cultivation level is particularly high, their spiritual energy is pure and untainted, making them a rare pure cultivator among demons.
Yan Shengzhou even considered that if Yi Mu continued to cultivate, he might be able to reach a certain level.
At this moment, Yi Mu's cultivation had been almost completely absorbed, leaving him only slightly inferior to an ordinary human.
Yan Shengzhou looked at the man emerging from the spring, a murderous glint in his eyes.
The man had no intention of seeking revenge for the kick; he transformed into a dark shadow and vanished in the blink of an eye.
The monsters were all having fun in front of the mountain and had no idea what was happening in the back.
Yan Shengzhou carried the soaking wet Yi Mu back to the bed in the wooden house, helped him sit up, and assumed a meditation posture. He interlocked his fingers and transferred his spiritual power into Yi Mu's body.
At this moment, Yi Mu only had a little spiritual power left in his body. If he didn't receive some of it, he probably wouldn't even be able to maintain his human form.
Finally, Yi Mu's body warmed up again, and his complexion regained its rosy hue.
Yan Shengzhou held him in his arms, thinking of that dark figure, unable to hide his anger.
He wanted to see who was so bold as to dare to touch his people.
The door to the room was unlocked. When Yi's father came back to get his things, he thought about what he had just seen, pursed his lips, and left silently.
This young man is not human. His cultivation is so profound. Could he be a member of the Xuanmen sect?
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