Free Web NovelAfter watching Ju Meng being bullied by the penguin group for a while, and seeing her flustered, wanting to beat those cheap penguins but worrying about injuring or killing them and not being able to afford compensation, she looked wronged, embarrassed, and a little clumsy yet cute. Lu Yibei finally couldn't help but get up, preparing to go forward and help.
"Let's go. According to the plan, after visiting the aquarium, we still want to go to a few other places," Lu Yibei said calmly.
Looking at her back, Mao Sanyou hesitated several times, wanting to speak. After Lu Yibei had walked a few steps, he finally spoke softly, "Wait a moment!"
"What is it?" Lu Yibei turned her head, casting a questioning look at Mao Sanyou.
"I want to say, since her time is limited, you'd better not leave her with too many beautiful memories. Otherwise, she won't want to die but will have to, which will make her even more painful," Mao Sanyou said. "Uh, that's just my personal opinion, for reference only."
"..." Lu Yibei was silent for a few seconds, then rolled her eyes. "Sorry, that reference isn't very useful!"
With that, she picked up the wooden bucket filled with small fish at her feet and continued walking forward.
If she were left alone like this, to depart with regrets, that would be truly cruel. Lu Yibei thought.
"Uh, wait a bit longer!"
Just as Lu Yibei walked out, after only a few steps, Mao Sanyou called out again as if he had remembered something.
She slightly furrowed her brow, turned back again, and said impatiently, "What else is there?"
Mao Sanyou looked at Lu Yibei, then at the wooden bucket in her hand, and said with a flushed face, "Could you give me two small fish?"
As expected, he still wanted to feed the little penguins!
"..."
Lu Yibei rubbed her forehead and massaged her temples. She reached in, grabbed a handful of small fish, and scattered them towards the penguin group surrounding Ju Meng. The small fish with shiny silver scales fell like rain. The penguin group scattered in a rush, scrambling for them, accompanied by the penguins' chirping calls. She placed the wooden bucket on the ground and gently pushed it towards Mao Sanyou.
"Here, the rest are all yours."
As she spoke, she took advantage of the penguins scrambling for the small fish, took a few steps forward, picked up Ju Meng, and placed her on her shoulder.
"Hoo—hoo—!" Ju Meng lay on Lu Yibei's shoulder, panting heavily. She pulled at Lu Yibei's cheek and said poutily, "Bitchy monster, you came late to the rescue! What crime should you be punished with!"
"This servant knows her crime and awaits the young master's punishment!" Lu Yibei played along with Ju Meng.
"Hmph! Consider yourself smart. I'll punish you..." Ju Meng tilted her head and thought. "I'll punish you by taking me to the theme park next door to play until dark!"
"As you command!"
Watching Lu Yibei take Ju Meng out of the 【Penguin Park】, Mao Sanyou withdrew his gaze, rubbed his hands, and eagerly pulled the wooden bucket towards him, preparing to enjoy the fun of feeding the little penguins during this brief interval.
And then...
Looking at the only two small fish remaining in the wooden bucket, his mouth twitched slightly. "You said two, and you really only gave two? How stingy..."
Just as Mao Sanyou was talking to himself, a relatively strong penguin quickly rushed over, used its round body to knock over the wooden bucket in front of Mao Sanyou, and then, with lightning speed, snatched the only two small fish left in the bucket and turned to run.
Mao Sanyou's eyes widened as he watched the penguin leave, clearly seeing a trace of cheap contempt and mockery in the penguin's eyes.
I♦ was actually looked down upon by a penguin?
Mao Sanyou thought, and silently added a third type of "hated bird" to his list, besides Magpies and crows—penguins.
Just as he was thinking, several strange Spiritual Energy fluctuations suddenly entered the range of his spiritual sense, like a converging encirclement, chasing after Lu Yibei and Ju Meng, who had just left.
Had those guys who didn't know what was good for them appeared again?
Mao Sanyou muttered to himself, a flash of golden lightning flickered in his eyes. As if venting his anger towards the penguins onto those Psychic and urban legend, he silently clenched his fists and muttered coldly.
"Son of a bitch, all they know is ruining other people's good mood! Grandpa is a man of his word, you're all dead today!"
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Deep within Taoyuan, in the cave where the Fusang Divine Tree is located.
Wrapped by the alien-cavity-like vines, Turtle Elder silently spread his Spiritual Energy, condensing it into semi-illusory, semi-real cyan small hands, quickly stroking over the Spells carved around the Fusang Divine Tree, cautiously tampering with the Spells left by Crow Slave.
From a certain perspective, the existence of Spells is like an equation, and the Spiritual Energy and incantations that constitute the Spells are the numbers and symbols that make up the equation.
And for large solidified Spells like the one needed to awaken the Cuan Yang Power, the number of incantations °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° contained within is frighteningly large, requiring precision at every step. If even a few incantations are changed, it could lead to vastly different results.
Although Turtle Elder couldn't modify such a massive Spell, being familiar with various Spells, he could still manage to tamper with a few key incantations to change the outcome of the ritual.
Under the pulling of those small hands, the Spells shimmering with sunlight caused the interior of the already solidified Spells to crack inch by inch. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
When one Spell changed, a chain reaction was instantly triggered, like a runaway train derailing, hurtling and transforming towards an unknown destination.
"Buzz—buzz—!"
Under the strong disturbance of Spiritual Energy, the air emitted waves of buzzing. Cyan electric light appeared in the murky air around the Fusang Divine Tree, about to form an explosion, unleashing a tragic tide that would swallow everything!
Just then, a deep, resonant whisper sounded, "The giant spirit's claw, bearing Penglai on its back, knows its weight..."
As Turtle Elder chanted the description of his own Power, a massive surge of Spiritual Energy fluctuations suddenly poured into the solidified Spell that was on the verge of collapse, forcefully reversing the fate of destruction and collapse. Without changing the external form, he completed the restructuring of the internal Spiritual Energy structure.
After a long time, the buzzing gradually subsided. Turtle Elder slowly exhaled a breath of murky air, his face seemingly aged several times in just a few minutes.
Although he had already completed the initial tampering of the Spells on the day he was imprisoned, it was not an easy task to reverse such a massive solidified Spell without being discovered by Crow Slave at all. It was a painstaking effort.
He spent several days, modifying it day and night whenever he had a chance, until today when he finally succeeded.
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A series of noisy cries suddenly echoed in the cave. Turtle Elder glanced in the direction of the sound, and a trace of contempt and annoyance flashed in his murky eyes.
Crow Slave was here again, bringing the twelve hundred-plus Cranes transformed from Cuan Yang's dependents.
Praying, offering sacrifices, and expressing wishes to the deity that no longer existed... This was what Crow Slave and those twelve hundred-plus Cranes did every day, three times a day, at sunrise, noon, and sunset, as if tirelessly.
"Hmph, saying a bunch of nonsense to an empty shell, it would be a ghost if that could wake it up!"
As Turtle Elder spoke, a wave of heat suddenly rushed towards him from the front. He quickly composed himself and, relying on the innate skill of his Power—Turtle Breath—entered a deep sleep where his vital signs and Spiritual Energy fluctuations dropped to freezing point.
In fact, in addition to diligently studying the "Turtle Back Luo Shu," it was precisely because he had this ability, which could gain Crow Slave's trust, that he took on the task of tampering with the solidified Spell in this plan of stealing the sky and changing the sun.
Soon, amid the noisy cries of the birds, the figure of Crow Slave, clad in a black feathered cloak, landed in front of the Fusang Divine Tree, knelt on one knee, and chanted an unintelligible song in his strange voice.
Accompanying the eerie song, the Cranes flapped their wings and rose, dancing a sacrificial dance around the Fusang Divine Tree in twisted postures, screaming loudly, dipping their wings in sacrificial blood, and vigorously splashing it.
The stained blood and fire, scattered on the ground, drew twisted and bizarre patterns, which quickly solidified under high temperature and merged into the soil.
As time passed, the calls of the Cranes became increasingly fanatical. The faint light cast by the Fusang Divine Tree shone on a few of the most frantically shouting Cranes, and in their light-reflecting eyes, a bloodthirsty madness appeared.
This prayer activity, which resembled a ritual of a heretical cult, lasted for about an hour.
After the ritual ended, Crow Slave solemnly bowed deeply towards the Fusang Divine Tree, then quietly turned and left.
Long after Crow Slave left, Turtle Elder slowly emerged from his Turtle Breath state, stretching his neck in a way impossible for humans, and looked in the direction Crow Slave had left.
"Hmph, like a fool, doing useless things all day."
He cursed coldly. Just then, a whisper accompanied by a faint breeze drifted past his ear.
"On the Tang Valley, there is the fuso, a tree ten thousand zhang high, it arrives in one day, and departs in one day..."
Hearing the voice that sounded like an illusion, Turtle Elder was startled. He raised his head and gazed for a long time at the withered and decaying branches of the giant tree above him, his gaze sweeping back and forth, deep in thought.
But...
The giant tree seemed dead, just as it had been for the past few hundred years, without any abnormality.
"Perhaps I was thinking too much? These grandkids come every day, and they just keep squawking when they arrive. It's making me hear things..." Turtle Elder muttered to himself.
He knew well that it was absolutely impossible for Crow Slave to revive Cuan Yang. Cuan Yang's Power had been suppressed by Ju Meng using the earth vein energy for a long time, leaving only a decayed empty shell with vast Spiritual Energy.
As for Cuan Yang's consciousness, whether it had perished or abandoned its Power and left its main body, it was no longer present.
If praying to an empty shell like Crow Slave does is useful, I would have gone to the village entrance and shouted "Wife" at that bronze turtle statue every day!
Turtle Elder thought, composed himself, and retracted his body into the alien cavity formed by the intertwined vines, once again using his Turtle Breath ability and falling into sleep.
The large cave returned to silence. A gentle breeze carrying a murky scent flowed soundlessly. On the towering giant tree, among the crisscrossing branches, a single leaf on a branch swayed gently, pulled by the breeze.
It was a black leaf, a very, very small one. Its texture was like flesh, covered with faint golden, bird-feather-like patterns. It looked like it had decayed, yet also like a newly sprouted bud...
