Chapter 42 Return to Douluo Continent, the Primordial Mount Circle, A Saint's Humble Abode!
The Celestial Hound pulled Ning Rongrong away from the Dao Source Palace.
They turned and headed deeper into the Heavenly Court.
"You know, clothes make the man, and a mount makes the god! A majestic mount is the face of a god!"
As the celestial dog walked, it shook its head and said...
"Ordinary minor immortals can only ride on clouds and use magical artifacts."
"Anyone with a bit of strength or background rides either a primordial beast or an ancient remnant!"
"Some of these mounts are stronger than many powerful beings!"
Ning Rongrong was initially sullen, feeling that she had been categorized into the "spirit beast circle".
Upon hearing this, their ears perked up discreetly.
"You know about the primordial world... never mind, so don't underestimate your mounts!"
The Celestial Dog originally wanted to gossip a bit,
The matter of the top ten mounts in the primordial world
But when he thought of his apprentice's ability to cause trouble, he immediately shut his mouth.
"Then...where is Master's mount?"
Ning Rongrong glanced at Xiaotianquan, seemingly disdainful.
Don't look at me like that!
"I can't be my master's mount, and my master doesn't keep any mounts!"
The celestial dog waved its paw.
"It's not that I'm not of high enough status, it's that the master finds it troublesome and is too lazy to take care of me."
"Besides, our master cultivates the path of physical sainthood, his body is as heavy as Mount Tai, how many mounts can carry him?"
"Even if it could be carried... its speed wouldn't be as fast as the master's own escape technique!"
"Master hates dawdling the most!"
Upon hearing this, Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up, and she secretly made a mental note of it.
It suddenly puffed out its chest:
"Today, your master will first take you to meet my sworn brother!"
"Your...elder brother?"
"You know the three clans: Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin, right?"
Ning Rongrong nodded quickly.
She had just witnessed the Dragon Prince's methods, how he could subdue countless dragons with a single pee, and she was still amazed by it!
Such a powerful race, have they also been reduced to being mounts?
Then what kind of being is his master?!
"My elder brother is none other than the mount of Wen Zhong, the Heavenly Emperor's personal disciple and the chief disciple of the third generation, and the Nine Heavens Thunder-Responding Heavenly Venerable—the Black Qilin of the Qilin Clan!"
As they were speaking,
The two had arrived at the backyard of a magnificent palace.
A majestic and powerful black Qilin was tethered to a jade pillar, its eyes closed in meditation.
The Celestial Hound immediately transformed into its original form and trotted forward:
"Big brother, are you busy?"
"Hmm, Xiaotian..."
Mo Qilin slightly raised his eyelids, his voice like muffled thunder.
"My master has been so busy lately that I haven't had a moment to spare, and I've also had a rare moment of leisure... What's up? Is something the matter?"
"It's nothing, nothing! I just brought my apprentice here to admire your charisma, Big Brother!"
It turned its head and growled:
"You unfilial disciple! Why haven't you come and paid your respects to Master Mo yet!"
"I...I've met Senior Uncle Mo!"
Ning Rongrong was so overwhelmed by the invisible pressure that she could hardly breathe. She then looked at her master, who was already lying on the ground wagging his tail.
I was momentarily at a loss for how to greet them...
Kneel? Or lie down too?
"Your disciple... is far too weak."
The black Qilin snorted, clearly dissatisfied with Ning Rongrong's attitude, and quietly released a trace of pressure.
"Thump—"
Ning Rongrong was immediately pinned to the ground.
"Traitor! Traitor! Brother, please don't be angry!"
The celestial dog covered its face with its paws, looking at the dog with disappointment.
...
Just as Xiaotianquan was leading Ning Rongrong to "mingle in the mount circle," Yang Jian and his sister had already entered the Daoyuan Hall.
"Yang Jian pays respects to his grandmaster."
"Yang Chan pays respects to her grandmaster."
"Chan'er and Erlang are here!"
Lin Feng raised his eyes and smiled slightly, "Not bad, you've broken through to the Golden Immortal realm!"
"It's all thanks to my master's guidance."
"Knowing that my master loved tea, I happened to obtain a few new tea plants during my travels. Although they were not particularly precious, they had a unique flavor."
Yang Jian presented a seemingly ordinary tea tree.
"Yes, it also grows crisp and sweet leaves, which is quite unique!"
Yang Chan added from the side.
Lin Feng took a look,
Hey, isn't that a tea ear?
It stirred up some old memories for him, so he accepted the gift with a smile.
"It's been a long time. Are you getting distant, Chan'er?"
Lin Feng sighed deliberately.
"You don't even know how to give your grandmaster a back massage or leg rub... You were spoiled for nothing when you were little!"
Seeing Yang Chan's current quiet and gentle demeanor,
I can't help but feel emotional.
Childhood was so much cuter and more fun!
As they grow up, they become estranged from their elders and no longer close to them.
Yang Chan blushed and said with a playful smile:
"Where? I think about my master every day!"
As she spoke, she walked behind Lin Feng and began to massage his shoulders with practiced ease.
"By the way, Grandmaster, we met someone on the road who said she came from a small world called Douluo, and also said... we're being live-streamed!"
Yang Chan remembered this matter and mentioned it casually.
When this matter is brought up,
Yang Jian, with a solemn expression, took over the conversation and added:
"I checked with my clairvoyance, and she wasn't lying. But I can't see anything unusual, nor can I deduce her background."
"The reason we cannot deduce it is because your cultivation is still shallow, and the aura of the Great Tribulation is confusing the secrets of heaven!"
Lin Feng remained calm.
"Don't worry, your eldest uncle is handling this matter. Just do as you normally would and don't need to worry!"
Upon hearing the words "Great Tribulation," the two men's expressions changed slightly.
But I heard that my grandmaster has already made arrangements, and that my eldest grand-uncle will be in charge personally.
I was immediately relieved!
They had heard their master mention it.
Although this senior master achieved sainthood relatively late, he was a manifestation of the innate Taiyi essence metal.
The main force is killing and conquest.
He also wielded the power of the primordial world, was blessed with the fortune of the Heavenly Court, and his strength ranked among the top among all the saints!
With her in charge, what is there to worry about in the great calamity?
"How is your master doing lately? Is his temper any better?"
Lin Feng turned his gaze to Yang Chan and suddenly asked.
"Master...she seems to be..."
Yang Chan blinked and stammered, "It seems... I still have some... resentment towards you."
Lin Feng shook his head helplessly.
Back then, in order to gain the upper hand, he was also worried that Hongjun might tamper with the Primordial Purple Qi.
So they took the merit of creating humans from Nuwa.
But later, wasn't she compensated by becoming a saint of the earthly realm, and even her brother Fuxi was arranged to become a saint of the human realm?
Isn't this much better than the reclusive saint of the original timeline?
Besides, they are all elders of the Heavenly Court.
A friendship spanning billions of years
Why are you still clinging to this old story?
"Forget it, let her be!"
Lin Feng waved his hand.
"The apricots on the tree in my yard are ripe. Pick a basketful for her to take with you when you leave. I remember she used to love them!"
"Also, bring a portion of the osmanthus cake that Xi'er just made so she can try it!"
Lin Feng is still nostalgic after all.
It's normal for women to have a little temper.
He couldn't be bothered to argue.
Besides,
Regardless of personal relationships, she is the one in charge in the underworld.
These social interactions must always be maintained to some extent.
...
Heavenly Court - Heaven of Ten Thousand Beasts.
What are you doing?
Watching Shui Bing'er and Xue Di squatting on the ground, grabbing handfuls of dirt here and picking up a few blades of grass there,
The pig farmer scratched his head, looking puzzled, as he noticed the pigsty that kept frowning and sighing.
"Uncle Nian, I'm planning to go home for a bit, and I'll bring back some specialties from Heaven..."
Shui Bing'er patted the dirt off her hands and explained.
"Oh, I see!"
"Then what's the point of bringing all this water, soil, and weeds back? It's so shabby!"
The pig farmer glanced at the meager "local specialties" in their hands and shook his head.
"I think... these are already very good."
Shui Bing'er was speechless.
If these things are brought back to Douluo Continent, wouldn't each one be a treasure comparable to immortal herbs and divine water?
She is already very content!
Countless spectators in front of the canopy nodded frantically; they had been eagerly anticipating this moment!
"Hey, your vision is still too limited!"
The pig farmer waved his hand.
"Come on, come on, stop with all this, Uncle will take you to get some good stuff!"
The pig farmer led Shui Bing'er and the other person away from the slaughter area and flew deeper into the area.
The further you go, the higher the temperature gets.
Until a cluster of palaces appeared before them, wisps of black smoke rising, and waves of heat hitting them.
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