Free Web NovelChapter 577: Chapter 316: Prince Blood Technique, Sichun Mutation
The wild wind howled, and the night was thick.
In the dormitory hall, Bai Mo sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the new tool made by the disciples... the metal stand for the tablet!
This stand was a metal hand with an internal spring, large enough to hold the tablet, adjustable at any angle, stable and secure.
Squeak...
With a gentle sound of metal rubbing, the tablet’s angle was adjusted again, tilting toward the master.
A group of foxes gathered around, all proudly puffing out their chests.
"Ying ying ying!"
"Ao ao ao!"
This was something they learned from the Little Volcano Military Factory, although they didn’t know its original use, it was just right for making a tablet stand for the master!
Bai Mo touched the stand, adjusted it slightly, and smiled broadly, thinking it was quite nice.
He glanced at the screen showing the Little Volcano Military Factory, and remarked.
"Very good, they’ve really learned something, hahaha!"
The foxes were proud, some leaning on the master’s shoulder, others nestled at the master’s knee, preparing to continue watching the live broadcast, watching the Little Volcano Military Factory, and looking for things to buy!
Bai Mo operated the tablet, checking the newly transcribed contents of today.
Little Flower Arm was just about to snuggle into the master’s embrace, intending to serve as a tablet stand for the master on duty... suddenly realizing that something seemed wrong?
This newly made metal stand blocked the master’s front, leaving no room for it?
Moreover, the master’s tablet was on the metal stand, no longer needing it to support?
"Ao?"
The other foxes, busy watching the live broadcast, also noticed something unusual.
"Ao?"
"Ying?"
Oh?
Indeed!
The space beside the master is limited, with an extra metal stand, there’s one less spot?
Today, Little Flower Arm lost its place.
Tomorrow, Xiao Erlang would lose his place.
The day after tomorrow, Qiankun Ring would lose its place...
In the long run, there would be one less spot beside the master every day?
"Ao?"
The foxes exchanged glances.
Miscalculated!
...
"Is this another manuscript found by the Bronze Mask, handwritten by the Marquis?"
Bai Mo was flipping through the document, suddenly, the tablet shook.
It was the Big Pocket suddenly leaning close, "Crack" and dismantling the tablet stand.
"Ying ying ying!"
Overalls caught the metal stand, "Whoosh" and threw it far away.
"Ao ao ao!"
Little Flower Arm slipped into the master’s embrace, took over the master’s tablet, raised it above its head, using its head to prop it up as the tablet stand.
It nestled in the master’s arms, its back of the head rubbing the master’s chest, full of pride.
"Ying ying ying!"
This time, the workshop miscalculated!
How could they let the master use that kind of stand?
Everything the master uses must be the best!
The stand supporting the master’s tablet must not be cold and impersonal metal!
Bai Mo was stunned for a moment, bewildered and amused.
Actually, the disciples serving as a tablet stand... the height and angle weren’t all that comfortable.
But since they liked it, it didn’t matter.
He reached out to touch Little Flower Arm’s chubby neck, making it curl up and laugh, then continued to flip through the transcribed documents.
The other foxes sneakily glanced over, seeing that the master didn’t care about the metal stand that was just thrown away, and then all smiled broadly, lifting their heads again to continue watching the Little Volcano Military Factory and continue watching the shopping live broadcast!
They all secretly warned themselves, next time they buy other things, they must be careful! They must not buy tablet stands again, these pit goods!
Bai Mo was flipping through the manuscript, which was the diary of Marquis Qing Yue, discovered by the Bronze Mask, under the alias [Bored Master Xiaotongwen].
[... This isn’t fair]
[I only just found out today that Prince Bloodline can actually bypass much cultivation to reach a higher sequence directly]
[How can there be such a thing in the world?]
[Immortal Dao is so unjust?]
[Our Pill Palace’s Marquis Qing Yue has painstakingly cultivated for hundreds of years, fought life and death against the Fallen Immortal, countless times hanging by a thread, step by step wading through blood, only to finally cultivate to this sequence]
[But those Prince’s sons and grandsons only need to lie at home, drink wine, hold beauties, do nothing, naturally, let their bloodline awaken with time, and easily reach a higher sequence]
[I really feel sorry for my family Marquis! Why!]
Bai Mo raised his head, looking at the nearby Bronze Mask.
"These... are really personally written by the Marquis?"
The Bronze Mask smiled broadly, floating up and down, nodding in delight!
Bai Mo pursed his lips... This... the Marquis feels sorry for himself, and there’s no blame.
[Prince Bloodline Immortal Technique, this thing born with it, this buy one get one free at birth, is it really that strong? Is this reasonable?]
[The three great marquises besieged the Fallen Immortal, fighting through the night, evenly matched, deadlocked]
[Nanyu Holy Land’s Prince’s son, also Sequence Three, came to support]
[He used his bloodline Immortal Technique, immediately there was medicinal aura like the sea, earth surged green lotus, Fallen Immortal defeated]
[This Blood Technique, inherent with life, awakens naturally with age]
[The Marquis’s Great Immortal Technique, passed down for generations, cultivated through a century of toil]
[Yet this bloodline’s natural awakening is stronger than the Marquis’s century of time?]
[I find it hard to accept!]
Seeing this, Bai Mo furrowed his brows.
Also finding it hard to accept!
Indeed!
"Why can the thing born with him overshadow my years of hard cultivation?
"I cultivated Great Immortal Technique, and... well... actually didn’t take that long."
Bai Mo smacked his lips, furrowed his brows, returned to calm, and continued reading.
[Oh, alright, I understand now]
[The Prince Bloodline is indeed terrifying, but also has its unspoken troubles]
[Those guys with seventy percent bloodline, eighty percent bloodline, ninety percent bloodline, seemingly glamorous, are actually unlucky ones too]
