LAVW – Chapter 68 The Ugly Tiger

Hei Mao’s mouth moved, and the golden parts of his fur shimmered faintly with a golden glow.

It seemed that his skills also relied heavily on “eating power.”

Rumor had it that the golden sheen on his fur came from stumbling upon a special gold mine — Hei Mao had eaten the entire mountain clean, even fighting as he ate.

Shi Qian couldn’t resist. He went up and yanked out a couple of golden hairs.

They looked nice, but didn’t feel nice.

But just as he shifted her gaze, Shi Qian — in broad daylight — saw stars twinkling in the sky, forming special curves and patterns.

Hallucinations didn’t get this weird, did they?

He raised her little paw to shield his eyes.

When he lowered it again, the stars were still there.

Then came the roar of a dragon by her ear: “ROAR——”

Not a hallucination.

Long Ye let out a roar, then bowed his head and gave him a shove with his spiritual energy, lifting Shi Qian onto his head. Then, using his front claws, he grabbed Hei Mao and flew into the air, catching up to Mo Sanchi who had appeared above them.

Mo Sanchi explained briefly, “It’s an elder of the Celestial Secrets Pavilion. They’ve used the Star-Gazing Technique. I’m heading back to check it out.”

Shi Qian didn’t fully understand and asked, “Squeak Squeak?”

Brother Ye, what’s the Star-Gazing Technique?

“ROAR——”

It’s a form of divination with strong backlash.

Long Ye had read about it in some of You Fang’s odd books. The author had criticized the Star-Gazing Technique using elegant calligraphy, calling it foolish and extreme — a waste of brilliant minds.

But the allure of peering into fate and the future, as dazzling and mysterious as the stars, still obsessed many cultivators.

“Squeak Squeak.”

I see.

Shi Qian nodded. No wonder Mo Sanchi had to go back.

At that moment, a small blue boat caught up beside the black dragon.

The boat was surrounded by an illusion of a deep-blue starry river. Standing at the bow was Hua Qing, with silver hair and snow-pale skin. The strands of hair by her cheeks fluttered lightly, and her cold yet gentle eyes gazed over.

Shi Qian: “Squeak Squeak.”

Hello, beautiful lady.

Long Ye casually tossed Hei Mao onto the little boat.

The boat was still a boat, the beauty still a beauty — but now with a giant rat aboard, the aesthetic was suddenly ruined.

Hua Qing gave a calm smile. “Thank you, Brother Long Ye, for bringing my general. I was just about to look for him.”

Shi Qian had always been curious about the “general” title and asked Hua Qing: “Squeak Squeak——”

Saintess, why do you call my brother General?

Shi Qian remembered how Brother Mouse had once said he wanted to be King Hei Mao.

Hua Qing thought to herself — well, obviously because she didn’t want to call Hei Mao “King,” so she tricked him by saying “General” sounded more impressive.

Luckily, Hei Mao didn’t understand much and was easy to fool — unlike the clever little one in front of her.

Before Hua Qing could come up with a good excuse, Hei Mao interrupted:

“Squeak——”

Little Sis said generals are cooler than kings.

Shi Qian, having her nickname revealed, decided to speak up for her brother’s old dream: “Squeak Squeak.”

Kings are obviously way more awesome! Generals are just mortal soldiers, but kings lead all the beasts! We spirit beasts are way stronger than mortals, right, bro?

Hei Mao hesitated: “Squeak squeak.”

Yeah…

So was Little Sis lying to him?

He turned his head and chased Hua Qing to the other side of the boat.

Seeing this, Hua Qing felt a sense of doom. Her beautiful face nearly lost color.

She tried to soothe Hei Mao, but knew with Shi Qian watching, it was hopeless — so she quietly dropped back a bit.

Shi Qian spun around on Long Ye’s head, watching the drama and calling out: “Squeak Squeak!”

Brother!

“Squeak squeak.”

Brother, catch up to her!

Hua Qing secretly sent a voice message to the little troublemaker: “Brother Qian, please, I was wrong. I’ll never call you by your nickname again in front of you.”

Shi Qian wasn’t moved. Hua Qing quickly pulled out a storage pouch.

Knowing the Saintess was rich, Shi Qian nodded.

Alright, deal.

Besides, “King” in the mortal world could also mean a bandit leader — not as elegant as a General. As for what’s inside the pouch, he’d split it with Brother Mouse, fifty-fifty!

Hua Qing fell far behind, now stuck appeasing an irate Hei Mao who’d realized he’d been duped — no doubt she’d have to bring out more good stuff to coax him.

Up ahead, Shi Qian urged Long Ye: “Squeak Squeak.”

Brother Ye, hurry up! Let’s catch up with Little Shizu. If you can’t, just use the Dragon-Slaying Sword.

“ROAR——”

Weren’t you the one who wanted to talk to Hua Qing?

Long Ye sped up, chasing after the Qingfeng Sword.

Then, just remembering the Dragon-Slaying Sword again made Long Ye groan, “Roar roar.”

The Dragon-Slaying Sword hasn’t been moving lately either.

What a novelty. Shi Qian was curious: “Squeak Squeak?”

What’s wrong with it? Is it learning bad habits from Dahei?

While chasing Mo Sanchi, Long Ye explained the Dragon-Slaying Sword’s emotional turmoil.

It turned out the true body of the Dragon-Slaying Sword was a stone from beyond the heavens, saturated in dragon blood. Eventually, it was forged into a sword meant to slay dragons — its very name an expectation that it would truly fulfill that purpose.

Now, the dragon-slaying had indeed happened. But the one wielding the sword… was an actual true dragon. So the Dragon-Slaying Sword was feeling a bit confused.

Shi Qian stepped forward heroically: “Squeak Squeak.”

Brother Ye, let me go talk to the sword.

Long Ye, hearing this, forced out the Dragon-Slaying Sword’s spirit. A crimson gleam now glowed on its already red blade.

Shi Qian glanced at it twice: “Squeak——”

Big Red, long time no see.

Dragon-Slaying Sword: ?

“Buzz buzz——!!”

Long Ye: “Roar——”

The sword said its name is not Big Red.

Shi Qian reasoned: “Squeak Squeak.”

Lying flat like Dahei? Then of course you’re Big Red.

As soon as the sword heard Dahei’s name, it buzzed twice and suddenly grew larger to carry the black dragon, then rushed off chasing Mo Sanchi in a burst of energy.

Mo Sanchi turned her head and saw the black dragon on the sword, and perched on the dragon’s head, Brother Qian waving his little pink paw at her.

Originally standing tall with hands behind her back on the Qingfeng Sword, Mo Sanchi now opened her arms upward, as if to catch Shi Qian.

Shi Qian: ?

Too exciting, huh?

But with high cultivation, jumping down wouldn’t kill him. So Shi Qian stood up and leapt off.

The Dragon-Slaying Sword and Qingfeng Sword both slowed.

Shi Qian landed in Little Master Ancestor’s arms and snuggled sweetly: “Squeak Squeak.”

Little Master Ancestor, from now on, could you please… not call me cub?

That nickname needs to be locked down. Otherwise, back in the Sword Sect, he might end up like the Array Master Ancestor — called “cub” every day.

Only Mouse Mom is allowed to call him that.

“Alright, I’ll tell the others not to.”

Mo Sanchi agreed readily and reached to stroke the fur on the side of Brother Qian’s neck. The texture was soft, fine, and plush.

Shi Qian, comfortable from the petting, swayed his head and closed his eyes.

The black dragon nearby: …

Just now you were rushing me — turns out you only wanted to jump into another woman’s arms?

One blood brother gone, then a saintess, now a little master ancestor.

Long Ye glanced over several times but ultimately chose to look away.

He would endure for now — they’re all just passersby.

But in the blink of an eye, they had already arrived outside the Ice City and found the two elders from the Celestial Secrets Pavilion.

Both elders had white hair and long white beards, with the air of celestial sages. One of them, who had coughed up blood, also appeared to be balding slightly.

The other was feeding medicine, clearly more adept at it than Shi Qian pulling out medicine bottles.

After ingesting several types of pills and meditating to regulate his breath, the bleeding elder’s face finally regained some color, and he slowly opened his eyes. The other elder also looked relieved.

Then both turned their gaze toward the black dragon with a strange expression.

After a moment, they turned that same odd gaze to Mo Sanchi.

Mo Sanchi asked, “Elders, why are you looking at Long Ye and me like that? He’s also a disciple of the Sword Sect.”

“Today’s divination revealed signs related to dragons,” one said.

Mo Sanchi thought, Well, that has nothing to do with me. But she didn’t dwell on it and asked, “Was there a clear result?”

“The number of fated ones is in disarray, so I employed the art of star calculation.”

“But even that may not be accurate,” the blood-spitting elder sighed and extended a thumb, “I actually calculated… four children of destiny.”

Four?

That’s way too many.

But seeing that an elder had already vomited blood, Mo Sanchi didn’t have the heart to ask them to calculate again. She offered a gentle word: “Maybe there was a misreading, but Elder, you should focus on recovery for now.”

Long Ye also found it unbelievable.

It’s possible for talents to flourish in a prosperous era. But to be a child of destiny — that level would be reserved for the Purple Star Realm, and even then, one or two at most. Two is the maximum.

The fortune of all living beings doesn’t gather so easily.

Only Shi Qian was nodding inwardly. The Celestial Secrets Pavilion really had something going on.

In the original plot, tracking the final boss relied on pieced-together clues and the Pavilion’s predictions. Only through hardship did they locate the elusive elder dragon and battle it.

They couldn’t find it easily because it was an earth dragon — half-immortal, half-divine. Its body lay dormant underground, shifting position with the flow of earth energy.

But if it was sleeping, how could it stir up chaos? That had puzzled Shi Qian before, and wasn’t shown in the “plot.”

Now, however, Shi Qian had accidentally unearthed the demonic cultivator storyline. With various disturbances accompanying the exposure of these cultivators, it was becoming clear — even in the original plot, the “low-key” demon sect wasn’t so uninvolved after all.

Old Dragon + Demonic Cultivators = the villain group Shi Qian had now identified.

Based on what the Celestial Secrets Pavilion had just revealed, the four children of destiny should be: Long Ye, Mo Sanchi, the old dragon, and… Chinchilla (Shi Qian)!

Shi Qian felt he qualified — he must be part of the Child of Destiny crew.

The situation was so complicated, and yet the Pavilion calculated all this — isn’t that impressive?

The elder who had vomited blood continued: “We also calculated that the solution to this great chaos begins with the Sword Sect, before spreading across the land.”

That sounded believable. The Sword Sect always shouldered responsibilities when things happened, never failing its name.

It had been so for countless millennia — earning the admiration and aspiration of all cultivators.

Mo Sanchi nodded. “Thank you, Elder Yanze, for the information.”

After a brief chat, Mo Sanchi didn’t disturb them further and stood guard while the two elders entered meditation again.

Shi Qian and Long Ye, having overheard the latest news, had nothing to do for the moment — so they went off to rescue people.

Two days later, under the efforts of everyone involved, those near Ice City who could be saved were rescued. But many more were no longer truly alive, having become living puppets. They required monks to chant scriptures and dissolve grievances to guide them on.

The Sword Sect’s hero gathering had already begun. Mo Sanchi and Hua Qing, having fulfilled their duties, decided to return to the sect.

Naturally, the Celestial Secrets elders accompanied the Sword Sect disciples, safely seated on spiritual swords, meditating as they traveled.

Because he was grateful for the monks’ help, Shi Qian specially went to say goodbye to Master Chan Hua before leaving.

Master Chan Hua said, “Take care, benefactor. Safe travels.”

A nearby warrior monk, knowing the full story, looked at the little furball as if watching all his worldly possessions disappear, his gaze full of sorrow.

Shi Qian, being stared at, didn’t feel guilty at all.

He hadn’t even planned to put on such an act—it was entirely thanks to the Buddhist disciples’ inspiration.

And that golden alms bowl—though Long Ye had taken it easily, the flood dragon had been hard to deal with. Back then, the lake had nearly changed color completely, all from Long Ye’s spilled blood.

Shi Qian had only wanted to say goodbye to Master Chan Hua. He found the monk quite amusing.

Unfortunately, the master didn’t feel the same way, and Shi Qian could only regretfully leave on the dragon.

After flying a while, Long Ye suddenly remembered something. “Roar—”

Brother Qian, what about Da Hei?

Shi Qian: …

Da Hei really had a way of slacking off so thoroughly that even he forgot he had a spirit sword.

Speechless, Shi Qian summoned his sword. He thought to himself: It’s easy to forget things you don’t use. He should really make more use of it.

In a small courtyard in Ice City—

A little boy was digging through a pile of ashes, trying to uncover a bird he had wrapped in mud and roasted.

With a few jabs of his fire stick, he found the mud ball. A smile spread across his face as he continued to dig excitedly.

Who would have thought that a large black brick would suddenly fly out from the stove, dart past his mud bundle, wrap itself in spiritual energy, and soar into the sky?

Little boy: ?

He stared with wide eyes. “What a big brick!”

“A flying brick?!” His gaze turned to the stove—there were plenty more bricks in there.

The black sword shot out of the stove, instantly traversed space, and smoothly reattached itself to the Dragon-Slaying Sword.

Shi Qian looked at the now even blacker sword, covered in soot and ash, as well as the dried, cracked mud ball. His expression was confused.

Shi Qian was starting to question his own memory.

Hadn’t he actually obtained a spirit sword from the Sword Sect? He was only sixteen or seventeen, how could he be so forgetful?

Black Sword: Zheng—

Try it.

It had liked that little boy, so it bought this as a treat for its young master.

It didn’t know the value of things but understood the concept of exchange. It had left a small piece of spirit stone in the stove—its own saved-up rations.

Shi Qian used his paw to pry open the mud.

Alright then—he’d try it.

Breaking the mud open revealed a roasted bird wrapped in fragrant leaves.

It smelled quite good. Even though it was just a regular bird, Shi Qian took a big bite.

It was tender and juicy, seasoned with a bit of salt—simple, original flavor.

But the bird was really small. Shi Qian ate most of it himself, and generously left the head, neck, and butt for the Black Sword.

Black Sword (sarcastically): Zheng—

How kind of you.

Shi Qian: “Squeak Squeak.”

Do the math—how many days have you been lying around? I almost forgot I had a spirit sword.

Dragon-Slaying Sword cut in: Wong—

Lazy bum.

It swore never to fall in with the Black Sword. It must never sink to the level of “Big Red.”

Long Ye found this funny. Wasn’t Brother Qian himself running wild with the Hei Mao lately? Even his sword practice had dwindled to brief morning sessions before going off to play.

But after just a few days of draining their savings, the “vicious dragon” was already feeling guilty and didn’t dare offend Brother Qian.

Long Ye stayed wisely quiet—because the next comment from the Black Sword was aimed at comparison.

“Zheng zheng—”

That day in the lake was just too exhausting.

Shi Qian was speechless. You worked one full day and still want a vacation? Even with a two-day workweek, you should at least put in those two days.

Then again, he didn’t really care for fighting and killing either.

Shi Qian earnestly reminded: “Squeak Squeak…”

You need to show up from time to time. Keep up with me, alright? What if you get left behind?

“Zheng zheng—”

I won’t get left behind.

Black Sword didn’t understand its master’s concern. How could a spirit sword ever lose track of its master? Even if it got lost, it could find its way back.

Still, if it didn’t show up now and then, its master might really forget about it.

The Black Sword made a sound of compromise: “Zheng.”

Okay, I’ll remember.

“Zheng zheng—”

But it’s not all my fault. I followed you for two days and already wanted to go back to the Sword Cave.

Shi Qian: Who knew a spirit sword could have such a fragile heart?

It was just a sample of seven out of life’s eight sufferings—birth, aging, illness, death, unfulfilled desires, resentment with others, separation from loved ones. He’d been shown those over two days. What’s the big deal?

Shi Qian sighed: “Squeak Squeak.”

Da Hei, that’s just life.

Black Sword fell silent, and Shi Qian could feel it was confused, as if seriously contemplating life. He secretly felt proud.

No way was this his fault.

At the Sword Sect, the party had vanished without a trace.

Back in Ice City, Master Chan Hua discovered that the Bliss Bowl had become clean and flawless again. Its energy no longer carried even a trace of demonic aura, and his face showed a satisfied smile.

“It’s finally done. You’ve worked hard, brothers.”

“It wasn’t hard at all, Senior Brother. Why don’t you test the Bliss Bowl now?”

“Alright.” Master Chan Hua smiled. “I’ll give it a try right away.”

The Supreme Bliss Bowl of the Buddhist Sect, as its name suggests, brings one into a state of supreme bliss.

It’s said that the Supreme Bliss Bowl isn’t of much practical use because it’s meant for saving and aiding people. It purifies the discontent in one’s heart, guides the mind toward pure joy, and nourishes the soul. Unlike other magical tools, it lacks offensive power.

Master Chan Hua immersed his consciousness into the Supreme Bliss Bowl.

He had expected pure spiritual pleasure, but instead—an overwhelming flood of real-life experiences surged at the old monk.

It was like giving birth to a child, enduring that suffering; then suddenly falling into the agony of illness, becoming disabled, the gaze of others piercing like fishbones stuck in one’s throat…

The smile on Master Chan Hua’s face faded, gradually turning bitter. At times he seemed furious, and finally, sorrow welled up in his eyes as he wept.

Seeing a tear fall, the warrior monk knew something was wrong. He struck his senior on the head with the Buddha-headed Demon-Subduing Rod and shouted, “Senior Brother! Wake up, quickly!”

That timely blow managed to pull the unprepared and afflicted Chan Hua’s mind back into his body.

Master Chan Hua gritted his teeth. “The Supreme Bliss Bowl is broken.”

“Senior Brother, what do you mean?”

“In the Bowl, I clearly saw that all beings suffer.” As soon as he said this, Master Chan Hua hissed and reached up to clutch the spot where he had been struck.

The warrior monk sheepishly retracted the rod, hoping to lessen the blame for hitting his senior.

“Senior Brother, does this mean we can now use the Supreme Bliss Bowl on others? To throw others’ minds into chaos? I mean, if even you were affected, how could ordinary folks possibly resist?”

Chan Hua fell silent, then said, “Junior Brother has a point.”

“Supreme Bliss Bowl, Supreme Bliss Bowl—if it brings pain to others, doesn’t that make the one holding the bowl truly ‘supremely blissful’?”

“Those are words of true wisdom, Senior Brother.”

Master Chan Hua smiled and looked at the warrior monk. “Junior Brother, you’ve made a great contribution. Come, lean your head over—let Senior Brother give you a blessing.”

Warrior Monk: …

Senior Brother just wants to hit me back, doesn’t he? I only hit him hard out of urgency…

Elsewhere, in a small courtyard, a child who had knocked over the stove was also getting beaten. His pants had just been pulled down, revealing red marks that hadn’t faded yet.

The child tried desperately to explain: “There really was a flying brick in the stove! Really, Dad, you have to believe me!”

“Who do you think you’re fooling?”

The father didn’t believe him at all and thought the boy was lying.

The child suddenly remembered the spirit stone, took it out and said, “Dad! Look at this—I found it in the stove too!”

“This spirit stone… the quality’s not ordinary.” The father tossed aside the toddler in his hands and grabbed the spirit stone to go show the child’s mother.

The boy quickly pulled his pants back on and let out a sigh of relief for his narrowly spared backside.

Meanwhile, Shi Qian and his group arrived at a major city to take the teleportation array.

To hurry things up, even the disciples of the Sword Sect had come to use the teleportation array.

However, aside from Mo Sanshi and Shi Qian, the rest—including Long Ye—had all gone into the clam shell.

Long Ye wanted to sleep and cultivate, and also keep a low profile—he didn’t want to appear in dragon form before strangers.

As for the other Sword Sect disciples, they simply didn’t want to spend the spirit stones. After all, teleporting only took a moment.

Shi Qian was nearly laughing at them.

They really knew how to save—and didn’t care about pride. Probably just treating the whole thing as a game.

But for Shi Qian, this was his first time, and he was quite eager to experience it. So he stayed outside to accompany Mo Sanshi.

Shi Qian looked around curiously at the altar-like teleportation array, fascinated yet uneasy—much like someone boarding a plane for the first time.

Hei Mao, knowing this was his brother’s first time, squeaked: “Squeak Squeak—”

Little bro, it’s not fun. You’ll get dizzy.

“Squeak Squeak.” Shi Qian nodded.

Then I’ll just try it once.

But what Shi Qian didn’t expect was that the cultivator in charge of the teleportation array, upon seeing Mo Sanshi’s sect token, absolutely refused to take any spirit stones.

Mo Sanshi didn’t bother arguing—she simply tossed the spirit stones aside and stepped into the array.

Shi Qian, crouched atop Brother Mouse’s head, overheard a comment and finally understood: ever since the Heroes’ Assembly was held, major sects like the Sword Sect had been officially vindicated. Their bad reputation for forcefully occupying secret realms and hoarding resources had been cleared.

For example, the War Sect secret realm that Shi Qian had entered before—it was practically a death trap for young cultivators, filled with malicious intent.

In hindsight, it was clearly a setup to wear down the next generation of righteous cultivators. The chaos among smaller sects and mortal kingdoms below? It all seemed like part of a deliberate war of attrition.

But Shi Qian also knew that countless cultivators would still willingly risk their lives.

Danger also meant opportunity. If one could survive to the end, it was a shortcut through the long path of cultivation—and a way to catch up with those who were more talented or better resourced.

Nowadays, young prodigies were becoming less and less valuable.

Still, there were always those who cherished life—who made it clear that their choices already represented the absolute limit of what they were willing to risk.

Shi Qian was lost in thought for a while. When he came back to his senses, he found that Brother Mouse had already carried him out of the teleportation array.

Shi Qian: ?

“Squeak Squeak.”

We’ve finished the teleportation?

“Squeak-squeak—”

Yeah, little bro. Don’t tell me you got so dizzy your brain stopped working?

“Squeak Squeak.”

No, but I’m not dizzy at all.

Five top-grade spirit stones—and because he’d spaced out, he didn’t even get to experience the teleportation. Shi Qian decided he would never waste spirit stones on this again.

Hearing that his little brother didn’t feel dizzy, Hei Mao was a bit confused.

But Hei Mao was a good older brother. “Squeak Squeak?”

Bro, want me to spin you around instead?

“Squeak Squeak.” Shi Qian quickly dismissed Brother Mouse’s idea.

No, no need! My good brother.

He always responds to every request, but Brother Mouse’s this time was an unasked-for response. It was so good that Shi Qian often got nervous, afraid Brother Mouse would end up dragging both of them into trouble.

Hei Mao heard “good brother” and got so happy he forgot to fulfill his little brother’s dizzy requests.

Hua Qing silently observed and felt she had learned something.

It turns out the phrase “good brother” is so useful. Next time when no one’s around, she would give it a try.

After exiting the teleportation formation, after flying for half a quarter of an hour, they reached the familiar huge sword and Refining Heart stage of the Sword Sect.

Shi Qian had the Black Sword revert to its original form, carrying Hei Mao to enjoy a flashy sword-riding flight.

The two then left the group. Since it was their own sect, Mo Sanchi wasn’t worried and let Shi Qian go on his own.

Shi Qian stood at the sword’s tip and introduced Brother Mouse: “Squeak Squeak.”

Brother, look, that over there is my Green Dragon Mountain.

Hei Mao: “Squeak Squeak.”

Brother, your mountain is the greenest!

Shi Qian: …

I guess that’s one way to put it.

But Shi Qian suddenly didn’t want to take Brother Mouse to stroll around Green Dragon Mountain anymore; instead, they flew toward the bustling area.

At this time, many parts of the Sword Sect were lively, but Shi Qian thought if they were going, might as well go to the best place, so they flew to Elder Peak.

Elder Peak has an observation platform from which you can see most of the Sword Sect’s scenery. At that moment, many elders and highly skilled guests were on the platform, giving off a high-class and grand atmosphere.

Landing on the platform, Shi Qian and Hei Mao drew much attention.

“Whose spirit beast is this? The aura is overwhelming.”

The speaker was Shi Hao, the young sect leader of the Tai Yi Dao Sect.

He was the first to speak, so Shi Qian and Hei Mao first looked at Shi Hao, then simultaneously looked behind him at the lazily reclining black-and-white striped big tiger.

Usually, big cats aren’t ugly.

But this big cat was an exception—its face looked really strange, somewhat rectangular.

Even the black and white coloring couldn’t save it.

Shi Qian quickly looked away.

Such an ugly tiger! Can’t look anymore.

Shi Qian patted his chest and replied, “Squeak Squeak.”

It’s ours.

Then he wrote with spiritual power, which even surprised these most knowledgeable people in the cultivation world.

Hei Mao didn’t want to answer and saw some familiar people from Divine Flower Valley, so he took his younger brother to mooch some food and drinks.

How could Shi Qian let the Sword Sect lose face? After finishing the first round, he took Hei Mao to eat with the Formation Master Ancestor, even drinking the spiritual wine he missed last time.

Sweet and delicious, indeed good.

For the sect’s dignity, the Formation Master Ancestor didn’t bother the just-returned little spirit beast, turning a blind eye and letting the freeloading little spirit beast bring along his brother.

After eating and drinking enough, Shi Qian didn’t hear any interesting or useful news, so he took Hei Mao and left.

Flying away from Elder Peak, Shi Qian burped from the wine and couldn’t help but complain, “Squeak Squeak.”

Brother, did you see that tiger? How could a tiger grow up looking like that?

Hei Mao, also a bit tipsy: “Squeak Squeak.”

So ugly.

Mo Sanchi, who came to release the disciples at Shi Qian’s call: …

If she guessed right, the ugly tiger that Shi Qian mentioned might very well be Shi Qian’s own father.

Also, at the distance you two are at, the observation platform might still be able to hear you.