Chapter 465 - 320: Proclaiming Himself King, the Ten Li Kingdom Named Qing!

["You... what kind of ancestor?"]

["No, ancestor, you’re way too tiny."]

[Xiang Ji was startled. He picked up this small doll dressed in a red Daoist robe and capable of speaking human words, thinking it was just a cute style. To his surprise, what you see is what you get.]

["Boy, you sure are audacious, daring to grab even the ancestor? There’s heaven behind the ancestor, do you know what ’heaven’ is?"]

["Heaven, Cyan Heaven, a forbidden being your world can’t afford to offend! He’s very petty, if you mess with the ancestor, you’ll have hell to pay!!"]

[Yiya Ancestor kicked his legs wildly, unable to break free. He was furious as the Purple Gold Gourd in his hand went "thud" on Xiang Ji’s forehead.]

["Did you hear that? You bastard! Hurry up and send the ancestor back!"]

[Yiya Ancestor roared like an evil tiger at Xiang Ji.]

["I can’t send you back. Why don’t you call Him a few times? See if he’ll come to bring you back."]

[Xiang Ji dug his ears, took the Purple Gold Gourd off Yiya Ancestor, realizing that this ancestor, though seemingly fierce, couldn’t break free from a mere mortal’s grasp and was clearly lacking in power.]

[However, this Ginseng Doll Ancestor was summoned by the Mythical Saint Emperor, surprisingly a red character.]

[Strange.]

["Qingyun?"]

[Yiya Ancestor finally calmed down and looked up, shouting.]

[For a long moment, everything was silent.]

[Yiya Ancestor jumped three inches high, landed on the table, and screamed at the top of his lungs.]

["Though I intercepted Spirit Seeds for myself, though I secretly consumed Treasure Medicine for cultivation... but I’ve made contributions to Cyan Mountain!"]

["Qingyun, do you remember..."]

["I’ve shed blood for Cyan Mountain! The Celestial Dao is unjust!!!"]

[Yiya Ancestor cried out in grievance.]

[Stillness.]

[As silent as death.]

["It’s... it’s over..."]

[Yiya Ancestor’s ginseng leaves drooped completely over his eyes, slumping like jelly with boneless limbs. His plump palm slapped onto his forehead.]

["Couldn’t really be angry, could he..."]

[Since the "Cyan Cloud Sword Leader" attains "Cyan Heaven," these Dao Lineage disciples, no matter where they are, can connect with the ethereal Celestial Dao by chanting the Daoist Master’s name.]

[At this moment, the Celestial Dao didn’t respond, leaving only two possibilities: either Cyan Heaven is aware and doesn’t care, or this realm is disconnected from the Celestial Dao.]

[Either result is unacceptable for Yiya Ancestor, and when first caught by the little human, he tried and found this place lacks "spirit" to utilize Cyan Mountain techniques.]

[With only his minuscule racial strength, he couldn’t even best a young human.]

["Escape!"]

[Yiya Ancestor didn’t give up hope, suddenly flipping up like a carp, tapping his little feet on the table, chanting incantations.]

[——Not a single move.]

[Yiya Ancestor was about to try other methods when Xiang Ji picked him up by the scruff of the neck.]

[Their eyes met.]

[In the boy’s eyes was a ginseng doll stiff as a statue, and in the doll’s pupils, the reflection of the boy’s slowly widening grin.]

["Ancestor, is it?" Xiang Ji flung out a broken bowl with his other hand, "Alchemy or stew, pick one?"]

["Yiya ya ya!!"]

[Yiya Ancestor had lost his backing and understood the wisdom of seizing an opportunity, that a wise person knows when to yield.]

[Yiya Ancestor’s ginseng leaves shook as he instantly switched to a fawning smile, rubbing his tiny hands as he slid from Xiang Ji’s palm onto the table, "Come on, ancestor is new to your esteemed place, a bit unadapted to the change in status, apologies for any offense just now~"]

["Ahem... then stew it is."]

[Just as Xiang Ji’s eyebrows raised, the doll, like a flash, leaped onto his shoulder. Small fists pounded his shoulder like raindrops, lighter than a tickle: "You see! Although the ancestor is temporarily... ahem... magically limited..."]

["But I’m proficient in the way of all plants and trees across the Three Realms! Stewing would be inappropriate, right?"]

["It’s said that a spiritual ginseng doll is highly nourishing, stewing really is a waste, better for alchemy." Xiang Ji nodded, speaking to himself.]

["You kid—are you really impervious?! Just obsessed with eating, aren’t you?!"]

[Yiya Ancestor’s ginseng leaves suddenly exploded, his chubby face turning as black as the bottom of a pot. But at the moment Xiang Ji glanced down, he forced out a smile, switching expressions as fast as flipping a book.]

["What alchemy? Keep the ancestor around, and on your path of cultivation, there’ll be ample pills! Enough for you to go to the bathroom non-stop!"]

["Pak!"]

[Jade Ginseng Leaves suddenly emitted a seven-colored radiance, forcibly extracting a cluster of spiritual qi imbued with Dao Rhyme, presented flatteringly to Xiang Ji’s nose.]

[Yiya Ancestor’s pounding turned to toady shoulder massage, completely forgetting his hurling threats moments before.]

[Xiang Ji instinctively took a deep breath, with the seven-colored glow entering his body. His heavy, mountain-like body felt three parts lighter, as if floating on clouds.]

[Remarkably effective.]

[With a thought, the ginseng doll’s panel appeared before him.]

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[Character: Yiya Ancestor (Red)]

[Realm: Qi Cultivator (Eight Hundred Years of Dao Practice)]

[Dharma Gate: Cyan Heaven Great Sun Burning Qi Scripture (Clueless), Cyan Mountain Seventy-Two Marvelous Techniques (Entry Level), Five Elements Escape Skill (Close to the Dao), Plant and Tree Divine Techniques...]

[Treasure: Purple Gold Gourd]

[Review: Master of East Sea, Purple Sky Island, Cyan Mountain, and Shennong Valley, managing eight thousand Innate Spirits, known for revelry and dereliction of duty, not adept at magical combat yet deeply grasping the essence of the Dao of Survival.]

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["Not adept at magical combat? Isn’t that just a mascot?"]

[Xiang Ji’s face darkened at the review, pondering to himself, "How does this get to be a red character? Is it because Yiya Ancestor comes with the treasure Purple Gold Gourd? Or the Cyan Mountain Dharma Gate?"]

[Looking up again, he met Yiya Ancestor’s starry-eyed gaze, with ginseng leaves atop his head making a heart shape.]