The Lovely Heiress Is Actually A God Beast

Chapter 1767: Chapter 1767: Head Grandpa Stinks

The old woman screamed repeatedly, but Hua Jinyan’s axe never stopped until the Cangtian Great Tree was chopped down.

Green liquid flowed along the ground to Shen Cang’s side, and Shen Cang’s lost power quickly returned, turning misfortune into a blessing, enhancing his cultivation significantly.

Hua Jinyan didn’t spare the already felled tree, instead transforming the axe into a wooden stick to absorb the Cangtian Great Tree’s power.

"You are my clone—" the Cangtian Great Tree screamed angrily.

The Ruyi Stick, which was absorbing the Cangtian Great Tree’s power, couldn’t speak yet, but it could emit a "cackling evil laugh," much like a villain.

Hua Jinyan forcefully slapped the stick.

Only then did it stop the eerie laughter, but inwardly, it was endlessly delighted.

Chose the right master!

With the old woman dead, the transparent barrier broke, and Little Taotie was the first to rocket towards Hua Jinyan, circling around him and staring intently, making Hua Jinyan blush with embarrassment.

"Stop looking." Hua Jinyan dodged her gaze.

Little Taotie clapped and cheered: "You were awesome just now, so cool!"

Hua Jinyan pursed his lips, but the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but rise wildly.

Little Taotie gestured a tiny distance with her fingers, "Just a little bit short compared to the War God."

The originally raised corners of his mouth drooped, and Hua Jinyan’s face turned dark.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, the Cangtian Great Tree completely vanished, myriad firefly-like lights surrounded the stick, and the stick seemed reborn. The originally plain and somewhat ugly stick’s surface was adorned with ancient totems, appearing intricate and mysterious.

Little Taotie picked up the stick and gestured twice, muttering: "It’s a pity it’s still black."

Stick: "..." Sorry, still can’t turn pink.

The now stronger stick actually thought if it could turn pink, it wouldn’t; too ugly, too embarrassing.

Shen Cang and the elder met, and the elder spoke about taking over due to his disappearance and the mission to find him.

Shen Cang nodded, indicating he understood.

The two looked at each other silently, seemingly a bit estranged from being apart for so long.

Back in the day, old comrades, some dead, some injured, perhaps only these two could stand here unscathed, yet ironically, the deeper the bond, the harder to open up.

Little Taotie nestled at the Head Grandpa’s feet, clutching Shen Cang’s calf as if in a thigh-hugging pose, looked up, her sparkling eyes fixed on Shen Cang, happily calling: "Head Grandpa, finally found you, almost thought you were dead."

Shen Cang: "...Give me the phone."

He hadn’t forgotten the little girl shouting those things; she likely took quite a few photos.

Little Taotie instantly let go of his leg, turned around, and hugged the elder’s leg, "Grandpa, you must protect me, protect my phone!"

Shen Cang: "..." Such adeptness at thigh-hugging!

Lost for such a short time, yet here hugging someone else’s thigh calling them grandpa!

Shen Cang glared angrily at the elder, grumpily said: "I’m fine now, you’ve completed your task, you can go report back, stop being an eyesore here."

Rarely seen this old colleague show such expressive emotions; he used to always be poker-faced without expression. The elder laughed heartily, picked up Little Taotie, grinning: "Don’t worry, Grandpa will protect you, and your phone, no one can take it away."

Little Taotie stuck her tongue out at Shen Cang, looking playful.

Shen Cang: "..."

Returning to the Special Department, everyone saw the returning Shen Cang, incredibly excited, rushed forward to offer warm greetings, but also noticed Shen Cang’s odor, a result of being missing and unwashed.

Little Taotie pinched her tiny nose: "Head Grandpa, you stink."

Shen Cang’s gaze turned dangerous, he picked up the little girl.

Little Taotie pitifully held her nose, "Smelly, so smelly, I stink too!"