Chapter 1320 - 838: Cold Tree? Chi Ancestor? (2)

"Hey, Third Sister!" Li Mengnan’s cheeks were flushed red; she protested, "You’re acting like he’s some kind of treasure! Take him, take him, who’d even care."

"Hehe~" Lin Shiwei let out a soft laugh, sweeping Du Yu a glance.

Du Yu: "..."

What kind of logic is that?

So this king doesn’t count as a good thing?

"What are you looking at!" Li Mengnan, both shy and annoyed, glared at Du Yu.

Du Yu felt utterly wronged: "Act like a lady, will you. Wearing such a beautiful dress—just now I was praising you in my head, saying you look like an Immortal, and then you go and show your true colors."

"Eh?" Li Mengnan froze for a moment. "When did you ever praise me?"

"I... oh right." Du Yu patted his forehead. "Seems I only thought it in my heart. Well that’s on you too."

Li Mengnan’s beautiful eyes widened: "On me? If you don’t say it out loud, how am I supposed to know?"

Du Yu snorted: "I’ve got my feelings written on my face every day. If you can’t read them, who’s that on?"

"Eh? What’s with you!" Li Mengnan stared blankly at Du Yu. "You’re actually kind of proud of that?"

Du Yu: "..."

"Hehe~"

The trio bickered all the way as they flew to Shatang Mansion.

They happened to catch Master Qing meditating under a Shatang Tree, while a faint flute sound floated from the far northeast; presumably Senior Brother Fu was over at the Dust Spirit Garden.

"Master Qing."

"Master Qing." The three dropped down onto the White Jade Stone Road, each greeting her.

The Demon Breath around Yang Qingqing was especially dense, and beside her a Seven-Colored Fish was slowly drifting about.

Seeing its master arrive, Little Sifang immediately swam toward Lin Shiwei.

Back when they were carrying out the mission on the Ashen Continent, they’d return to Shatang Mansion to lodge every night, and Lin Shiwei had always kept her promise.

No matter how tired she was, she’d still check the fish’s cultivation progress for the day and play with Little Fishy for a while.

Last night she stayed over in the Mountain Realm and hadn’t returned to the mansion, which made Little Sifang miss her badly—so much so that its swimming speed had noticeably picked up.

"Pop~" Little Fishy’s mouth opened and closed, only short of blowing bubbles.

Its long fins, thin as cicada wings, were very similar to the trailing hem of Li Mengnan’s long dress; they fluttered lightly as it darted into its master’s palm.

Rarely, on a fish, Du Yu saw shadows of a "dog."

Little Sifang, with the crescent moon on its forehead, kept nuzzling and rubbing in Lin Shiwei’s palm, looking unbearably cute.

Yang Qingqing slowly opened her eyes. Gazing at the sharply contrasting black, white, and gray of the trio, she couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly.

Turns out, people always overlook themselves.

Looking at the four under the tree, no matter whose perspective you took, the other three were all in stark color contrast...

Yang Qingqing asked softly, "What is it?"

Du Yu: "I want to go have a chat with the Saint of Flowing Fire, get familiar with its Demon Skill list."

"Mm." Yang Qingqing floated up gently, and with a sweep of her palm before her, unfurled a beautiful scroll.

Within the painting, atop the river amid light mist, there was a small midstream island, half hidden, half revealed.

Viewed from outside the scroll, Dragon Ship Flower Island matched the Thousand-Mile Map of the Realm remarkably well.

"Let’s go." Lin Shiwei flicked the fish’s head, flipping the little guy over. "I’ll take you somewhere nice."

"Pop~"

The master-and-disciple quartet stepped into the Jiangshan Map and headed straight for the river.

Seeing members of the Human Race arrive, the brocade-ball flowers on Dragon Ship Island swayed again and again, blooming ever more splendidly.

"Hiiii!" What Du Yu hadn’t expected was that the first one to run out to greet him was actually Jing Chen!

"Whoa!" Du Yu was knocked full-on by the tall stallion.

"What’s wrong?" Sensing something off, he asked with concern.

Jing Chen was deeply aggrieved: "Jing Chen wants to run, wants to run! Don’t want to stay here, don’t want to!"

"Oh oh, okay, okay." Du Yu hurriedly stroked its head, feeling very guilty.

In fact, Jing Chen had only spent one night on Dragon Ship Island, but Du Yu quite understood it—for a horse, that single night must have been especially torturous.

The matter of Jing Chen’s Contract truly needed to be put on the agenda.

Because Three Holy Han’s control of the Cold Beast had a range limit: he couldn’t leave the White Jade Dragon, and had to station himself with the Cold Beast on Dragon Ship Flower Island.

Du Yu turned and looked into the distance: "Master Qing, does Senior Brother Li Jing have any vacant Acupoint Home slots?"

Yang Qingqing toyed with a purple flower as she casually replied, "I’ve already talked to him. You can go find him anytime; he’ll Contract with Jing Chen whenever."

Du Yu’s mouth hung slightly open. This?

Back on the Ashen Continent, he had indeed mentioned this to Master Qing.

At the time, Master Qing had even shot him a glare, and he hadn’t expected that she’d already taken care of this in private?

Tsk tsk~

As expected of my master. Go on, spoil me...

As if sensing her disciple’s gaze, Yang Qingqing kept playing with the flower, then looked over.

She glanced at the wronged Jing Chen in Du Yu’s arms and said, "We can do it now too. I’ll have Li Jing..."

Mid-sentence, her words stopped, and her expression gradually grew serious.

Du Yu and the others also quieted down. Presumably, the Rotten Master Qing who was on duty at the Twenty-Ninth Bureau had just received some news?

The majestic lion walking out from the center of the island also wore a puzzled look, staring at the few suddenly silent people.

After a full ten-plus seconds, Yang Qingqing let out a deep sigh.

Du Yu quickly asked, "Master Qing?"

Yang Qingqing set down the flower in her hand: "We’ve got a mission."

"Right now?" Li Mengnan, a straight shooter, blurted out with some resistance. She’d wanted everyone to get more rest.

"Go call Xiaofeng out." Yang Qingqing looked at Li Mengnan. "The Demon Spirit Squad has requested our help to fell four Cold Trees located across three Foreign Countries in the west."

Fell four Cold Trees?!

Say that to anyone else and it’d be no different from a fairytale.

Forget anyone else—even in the ears of the Saint of Flowing Fire, this claim was utterly unbelievable!

What Flowing Fire hadn’t expected was that Du Yu simply said, "I’ll go get ready."

Yang Qingqing lifted her chin slightly, signaling the mighty lion.

Du Yu got the hint and turned to Flowing Fire: "Saint of Flowing Fire, will you accompany us on this trip?"

"Swish~"

The red-robed youth appeared silently, looking at Du Yu. "You can fell Cold Trees?"

Du Yu looked at the handsome red-robed youth, meeting those flame-floating eyes head-on. "We can."

Hearing that, Flowing Fire couldn’t help but arch a brow slightly.

Just as man and lion were locking eyes, Yang Qingqing suddenly turned her head toward Lin Shiwei.

Lin Shiwei was a bit stunned, her face showing a searching look.

Yang Qingqing: "Another call just came in, from the Bamboo Grove Realm."

Lin Shiwei didn’t understand, and listened for her master’s follow-up.

Yang Qingqing’s expression was a bit surprised as well: "The Chi Ancestor is summoning you over."

Du Yu: "Huh?"

Isn’t the Chi Ancestor inside the Celestial General Seal·You Huang Realm?

Why is the call coming from the Bamboo Grove side?

Lin Shiwei confirmed with Master Qing: "The Chi Ancestor called for me? Not Du Yu?"

Yang Qingqing affirmed: "Right. Go to the You Huang Realm now, on your own."

Lin Shiwei subconsciously glanced at Du Yu and saw the youth’s solemn expression as well.

To be honest, Du Yu really had a love-hate relationship with those "Divine Sticks" of the Chi Bear Race!

The Chi Ancestor and its Tai Sui Bamboo Forest possessed abilities similar to Yinsuo and the Bamboo Shadow Thunder Pool.

Whether it was foretelling the future or deducing the heavenly patterns, the Chi Ancestor was, in short, an immensely powerful Great Divine Stick!

At a time like this—on such a special node, when the Great Xia Army was requesting that they travel far to foreign lands—the Chi Ancestor suddenly popped up out of nowhere...

It absolutely meant something big!

"Go on." Du Yu, feeling heavy inside, looked at Lin Shiwei. "You know the way to the Cold Bamboo Garden, right?"

Lin Shiwei: "Black Bamboo eventually recognizes me."

"Mm." Du Yu cautioned, "Be careful."

Lin Shiwei handed Little Sifang to Li Mengnan: "Help me send it back."

"Whoosh!" In the next moment, a golden Great Seal dropped down, and the girl’s figure quietly vanished.

Du Yu turned to Yang Qingqing, saying in a low voice, "Looks like something’s going to go wrong on this trip, Master Qing."

Yang Qingqing remained silent, lowering her head to stroke a Dragon Ship Flower.

Li Mengnan wanted badly to say, "Pah pah pah, what a crow’s mouth," but she really couldn’t get it out.

Because she had the same feeling!

All of this had come so abruptly, catching them completely off guard, and just moments ago she’d still been basking in warm, leisurely time.

Why is it like this,

Is it because my life has been too wonderful over the past day?

Why...

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Four thousand words, begging some Monthly Passes.