Chapter 257
“He not only saved me but also kindly told me to ‘get lost.’ He even knows that our Huangtun tribe loves to roll in the mud. He really understands me.”
“I hope he can compete with the Qingluan goddess without getting hurt…”
Li Mo: “?”
Vaguely recalling his past life, he remembered how he had acted bravely, and that girl had said she would repay him in the next life, even if it meant becoming a beast of burden.
Why is it that now everyone wants to pledge themselves to him?
At that moment, the Qingluan goddess seemed out of place.
Behind her was the radiant light of the Yuhuang, dyeing the tassels of her green dress with shimmering hues. Her serene gaze swept over the murmuring crowd of various demon tribes, lingering just a moment longer.
Dinglingling—
Bilibili—
The Qingluan tribe began to murmur among themselves.
“Why is everyone so obsessed with Wu Mo? It’s infuriating! We can’t even communicate; these uncouth demons don’t understand music.”
“The goddess can speak; why is she silent?”
“Hmm… if she can speak, does that mean she has found her destined one?”
“That night, I got up to relieve myself, and guess what?”
“I saw the goddess with a demon at the Yinyuan Tree!”
The Qingluan tribe and the bird tribes, who were secretly eavesdropping, couldn’t help but recoil at the implications hidden within that melody.
Her?
At the Yinyuan Tree?
Can these two even coexist in the same narrative?
“So our Qingluan goddess has a demon she’s infatuated with?”
“I don’t have a heart’s desire for any demon.”
With delicate fingers, she lightly plucked the strings of her guqin, producing a sound like flowing water, yet the sound seemed to emanate from the girl’s embrace.
Along with the music came her slightly displeased sidelong glance.
Across from her, the young Tianjiao Li noticed that a certain big-headed doll was being rubbed more vigorously, sending a shiver down his spine. Suddenly, he had a thought:
“Stop! Everyone, look at me!”
“Actually, I don’t like demons!”
His voice rang out with conviction, his determined gaze akin to how other demons might look at a celestial treasure.
The crowd below the solitary peak erupted in an uproar, especially among the female demons who had long harbored secret affections. It was as if a thunderclap had shattered their hearts into a million pieces.
The unparalleled Tianjiao, completely uninterested in demons?
Could it be that he…
As soon as the words left his mouth, they sparked widespread discussion among the demon tribes. Even the demon kings watching from outside couldn’t help but chime in.
“Not interested in demons? Does that mean he likes… humans?”
The king of the giant whale tribe looked dazed, muttering to himself.
“If the true dragon bloodline can’t remain in the demon tribe, what will happen to the diversity of our bloodlines?!” lamented a great demon, heartbroken.
“This can’t be allowed! It’s too twisted,” Mambo exclaimed in anger.
Wu Qing: “?”
“Masters, say something! Isn’t it true that when a love between humans and demons arises, monks will come to intervene?”
This was a cultural demon, somewhat knowledgeable about human affairs.
But not too much.
The monks of Xuankong Temple: “…”
Hengyuan: “…”
“Master, why is your face so red?”
Murong Xiao asked with concern, noticing that his master seemed unwell.
The monk Huai Kong looked momentarily bewildered, vaguely recalling something, and then he opened a void, pulling out a book:
“Hmm, I seem to have seen records about this matter and even bought the book.”
“This story is purely fictional; please do not relate it to reality?”
Murong Xiao read the words on the cover.
Then he heard Huai Kong frown and say:
“Yes, I remember now. The bald monk in this book is quite wicked; our temple’s monks should take heed and not engage in such merit-destroying actions.”
Instantly, the old monk Hengyuan’s face turned even redder.
No heart’s desire for a demon…
Not liking demons…
Shang Qinqing held a bag of sunflower seeds, watching the young man and woman in the sky, her eyes sparkling as she cracked them faster and faster.
She was completely focused, oblivious to the unfriendly expression of the sweeping monk from Xuankong Temple.
At that moment, a demon asked:
“The Qingluan tribe is regarded as a symbol of love by humans, being the most knowledgeable about romance. What does the clan leader think?”
“I’m just here to watch.”
“???”
“Ahem, Wu Mo comes from the human realm and has never seen other demons since childhood. It’s understandable that he would be attracted to human women.”
Meanwhile.
In the Five Elements Realm.
Zhiduo and the half-demons exchanged glances, lost in thought.
This doesn’t feel right.
What were they even here for?
So, really, no demon cares about the celestial treasure?
“You guys think, since Wu Mo likes humans and not demons, what does he think about human-demon relationships?” a half-demon girl with three pink fox tails murmured.
Zhiduo and a few half-demons raised their eyebrows at her, and she lowered her head.
In a fierce competition for the celestial treasure, they had now come to the foot of the solitary peak, which should be the most intense moment.
Yet now, the various demon tribes showed no intention of fighting!
“If the other demon tribes aren’t fighting, how can the true phoenix bloodline and the true dragon bloodline compete?”
Zhiduo felt that this couldn’t continue.
Narrowing his eyes, he stepped into the space between the unparalleled Tianjiao and the Qingluan goddess.
“Ha…”
“Get lost.”
He had barely uttered a word when his sentence was interrupted by Ying Bingqing’s cold voice.
Who told Zhiduo to block her view?
“…”
Zhiduo, a figure of high status revered as a divine son, had never been treated this way before. He gritted his teeth and roared:
“Get lost! Just! Get lost!”
He had barely moved half a step.
The light of the celestial treasure above the solitary peak suddenly exploded into myriad phenomena, and within it, one could faintly see countless wondrous beasts and bizarre tribes, all vividly alive in the light and shadow.
The celestial treasure was about to decide its fate.
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Chapter 277: The Yuhuang God Chooses Two? The Warmth Remains Unshaken
Divine light surged, transforming the sky of the Five Elements Realm into a curtain, blurring the lines of endless time, as countless tribes that had long since vanished in the river of time surged within.
All the demons witnessing this scene momentarily forgot their words.
It was as if, in the depths of their souls, a bloodline connection was calling out.
Li Mo couldn’t help but look up.
The divine intent he had inscribed in the Seventy-Two Transformations felt like it was boiling with heat, as if it had awakened.
Is this… the Yuhuang God?
He even felt a sense of the day he had roamed through time and space with his immortal body.
“What’s happening with the celestial treasure?”
“The elders have fought over the treasure, but never have we seen such a phenomenon.”
“I’ve read in ancient texts; that’s the Tianhu tribe, and that’s the Yiren tribe… and so many others I’ve never encountered.”
The gathered demons whispered among themselves, their minds momentarily frozen in awe.
Among them were those who had once held the celestial treasure or had heard of it, or seen related records.
The current situation seemed to far exceed all their expectations.
Previously, the celestial treasure had only appeared once every sixty years.
Could it be that…
This time, it would determine a permanent owner?
Outside.
A chill wind blew in from who knows where, causing leaves in the courtyard to swirl and scatter.
In the midst of the silence, the same thought floated in the hearts of the demons.
Just seven years could elevate a once-unknown tribe to dominance.
If a certain tribe were to permanently hold the treasure, wouldn’t they become the uncrowned king of the Southern Wilderness?
The implications were profound.
For instance, if it fell into the hands of a cruel and murderous tribe, not only the Southern Wilderness but the entire world might never know peace…
The demons couldn’t help but turn their gazes toward the monk Huai Kong on the platform.
Would Xuankong Temple allow such a thing to happen?
Huai Kong joined his hands in prayer:
“All things in the world have their causes and effects; we must go with the flow.”
“This is what our ancient ancestors of the demon tribe left behind.”
Speaking was a demon king from the Dapeng tribe, who had held the celestial treasure for seven years, his feathers now tinged with pure gold.
“Handing the treasure over to a bunch of youngsters is akin to treating the future of all demons as a joke?”
What kind of nonsense is he spouting?
Shang Qinqing frowned and rubbed her ears.
Before the other tribes that had held the celestial treasure could speak up.
The forgetful monk Huai Kong suddenly had a piercing gaze, a wheel of wisdom appearing behind his head, and the light of the glazed treasure surged.
The demons looked up to see a serene bodhisattva standing between heaven and earth, overlooking mountains and rivers, holding a ‘purple gold alms bowl’ in his hands.
This purple gold alms bowl belonged to Xuankong Temple; they had never truly left the grasp of Huai Kong’s Buddhist realm.
The bodhisattva flickered and vanished, like a dream or an illusion.
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