"I thought Yunlan and Moxuan might have some clues here," Ling Yuan said, shaking the leaves with a hint of helplessness.
"We'll probably only know what happened back then after Master has fully recovered," Yuehua said.
"I wonder when Master will be fully recovered." Xingyi swayed her fishtail, nimbly weaving through the seven-colored ink lotus leaves.
"I believe it will happen soon," Yan Xi said.
"What we need to do now is to cooperate well with our owner," said the kitten Yunlan.
"How can we cooperate? We can't even leave the courtyard right now," Mo Xuan said, shaking his little head.
Once they leave the courtyard, they can no longer perfectly suppress the divine power.
If divine power is not suppressed, this world will be destroyed.
“Wukong and the others, as well as these people from the Star Moon Sect,” Yuehua said. “We can get their help to cooperate.”
“Speaking of which…” Xingyi leaped out of the water, propped herself up on a lotus leaf, and shook her fins: “Hey little white horse, come here for a second.”
They chatted without hiding it from Wukong and the others.
Wukong and the others stood obediently to the side and listened.
The white dragon horse arrived last, and it's the quietest place right now.
Suddenly, my name was called.
The horse trembled slightly at first, then quickly trotted to Xingyi and respectfully asked, "Brother Long, what are your orders?"
“Since your master named you White Dragon Horse, you can’t just have that name.” Xingyi said, blowing out a bubble.
Then, with a flick of its tail, the bubble disappeared into the white dragon horse's forehead.
The white dragon horse let out a long, uncontrollable neigh.
Dragon scales began to grow on the horse's body, and dragon horns began to grow on its forehead.
Soon, the white dragon horse's entire body was covered in dragon scales, and the dragon horns on its forehead had already taken shape.
“Your aptitude is too poor. If you want to become a real white dragon horse, you’ll need at least seven or eight more times,” Xingyi said.
"Being fortunate enough to be valued by the master is all that matters, not talent or anything like that," Ling Yuan said.
“Brother Teng is right.” Xingyi nodded, then looked at the white dragon horse and said, “Remember to come find me in a month, and I will continue to help you purify your bloodline.”
"Yes, thank you, Brother Long." The white dragon horse was so happy that it didn't know where to put its hooves.
“We’re all family, no need to be polite.” Xingyi instructed, “In front of the master, just keep your original appearance.”
"Yes, I've got it." The white dragon horse nodded vigorously.
"That old ox should be emerging from seclusion soon," Yan Xi sensed and said. "I estimate that Master will soon create the second and third immortals."
Upon hearing this, Wukong's little ears immediately perked up.
After all, it's about becoming an immortal; who wouldn't hope for that?
"Look at you, so useless! You're just an immortal." Ling Yuan couldn't help but pat Wukong's head with a leaf, saying with exasperation.
Wukong covered his head with his little paws, lowered his head, and dared not answer.
"As your master's spirit pet, you need to have a long-term vision and a broad perspective, understand?" Ling Yuan continued to pat Wukong's head with a leaf and said.
Wukong nodded repeatedly.
"You will all eventually become as powerful as us," Ling Yuan sneered. "Mere immortals are nothing but bullshit."
"Then, then, we don't need to become immortals?" Tian Susu asked weakly.
"You have to eat one bite at a time, and walk one step at a time. You must first become immortals before you can become gods," Yan Xi said gently.
"However, becoming an immortal is not your primary goal at present. Your goal is to improve your innate qualities and solidify your foundation."
"If our master wanted you to become immortals, wouldn't that be a matter of minutes?"
"But the master did not do that. She has been improving and refining your fundamentals, wanting you to have the opportunity to go further and stand higher."
"Instead of stopping at mere immortals and gods."
"I understand what Sister Tao said." Wukong nodded solemnly.
“I observe that Bai Wenyuan and the others are still some distance from becoming immortals. Even if the master bestows upon them the laws of heaven, they will need to go into seclusion to comprehend them for a long time. We don’t have time to let them waste now,” Yan Xi added.
"Then what should we do?" Wukong asked.
"Use this." Yan Xi took out the bamboo ball that had trapped the black crow: "Let them kick it from now on, it will speed up their cultivation."
"My lords, I was blind and didn't recognize your greatness. I'm nothing but a fart. Please, just let me go!" Blood Raven wailed from inside.
It would rather be sealed away than be kicked around by people.
Not only does it deplete a lot of its essence each time, but most importantly, it's embarrassing.
A dignified Immortal King being treated like a ball by a group of half-step Immortals—if word gets out, how can he ever face the world again?
"Yes, I'll go right now." Wukong ignored the Blood Raven's wails, picked it up in his arms, and ran huffing and puffing towards the door.
"You should come along too. It will help you solidify your foundation to some extent," Yan Xi added.
"Yes, Sister Tao." The Bull Demon King, Tian Susu, and the White Dragon Horse immediately followed.
"They're all busy now, let's discuss Yun Zhan's problem." Yuehua transformed into a slender beauty, and then her delicate hand trembled.
Yun Zhan, who had originally stayed in the guest courtyard to rest at Bai Qingqing's invitation, appeared in front of everyone the next second.
He was also holding a teacup in his hand.
He's drinking tea.
Suddenly surrounded by a group of big shots, Yun Zhan's hands couldn't help but tremble.
The tea spilled out.
He still feigned composure and asked, "Seniors, would you like some tea?"
"You've been hiding it pretty well, kid," Ling Yuan sneered. "If it weren't for the short dagger that Yun Lan sealed that injured you, I wouldn't have noticed it yet."
"Why are you, a dignified God Emperor, pretending that you can't cultivate?" Huo Qing asked, flapping his wings.
Upon hearing this, Yun Zhan really wanted to cry in front of them.
"Seniors, I'm not faking it, I really can't cultivate."
“Tell me in detail,” Yuehua said.
Yun Zhan said with a bitter face, "I was originally a God Emperor in a high-level world, but I encountered a bottleneck in my cultivation, so I chose to reincarnate to break through the bottleneck."
"Who would have thought I'd be so unlucky as to be reborn into a low-level world."
"The laws of heaven and the spiritual veins here are damaged, so I cannot cultivate again to return to my divine position, which is why I can only waste my time like this."
"What high-level world? Low-level world?" Yuehua asked, frowning.
"Don't you adults know? The Three Thousand Worlds are divided into high-level worlds, mid-level worlds, and low-level worlds," Yun Zhan said.
"The advanced world is where one can cultivate to the level of a god, the intermediate world is where one can cultivate to the level of an immortal, and the low-level world is a world where one can never become an immortal in one's entire life."
"Who made these divisions?" Yan Xi asked.
"Who divided it?" Yun Zhan shook his head: "I don't know. It's been divided like this ever since I can remember."
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