Chapter 79
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Chapter 79: Title
"Agreen, shall we wait for you?" White Rabbit glanced at the black wolf slaughtering abyssal creatures ahead, her voice gentle as morning dew. "We could slow our pace."
"No need. I shall rejoin you swiftly," Green Peacock answered, her crown feathers shimmering with each graceful head movement. Though matching ordinary peacocks in stature, her ethereal presence dwarfed any mortal bird.
"Where lies your dwelling? Lead us," the Peacock Spirit commanded, the musical cadence of her speech belying her authority.
Song Yi and Song Ming stood transfixed, their mortal minds struggling to process this fantasy made flesh. Even amidst the Awakening of Spiritual Energy’s endless supernatural occurrences, such wonders remained rare as phoenix feathers among billions.
—Fortune’s wheel spins selectively when distributing extraordinary encounters.
"I’ll guide the way," volunteered the sportswear-clad girl, though her gaze kept drifting toward the Peacock Spirit’s resplendent train. Even folded, those opulent feathers put royal tapestries to shame. She wondered if their full glory would blind mortal eyes – a spectacle reserved for courtship rituals, she recalled with secret disappointment.
Scattered provisions littered the path – casualties of the siblings’ ill-timed mall excursion. Freshly purchased snacks now lay trampled, casualties of their abrupt flight from otherworldly horrors.
"Little brother, have you gathered everything?" Song Yi arched an eyebrow at Song Ming’s armful of salvaged goods, casually relieving him of three packages.
Song Ming’s eye twitched at his sister’s transparent ploy. The Peacock Spirit’s hypnotic beauty had ensnared even this battle-hardened woman. Truth be told, he couldn’t blame her – the spirit’s elegance transformed mere avian movements into high art. Only the black wolf’s primal ferocity reminded him this wasn’t some fairy tale.
"Honorable Peacock Lord!" Song Yi’s bold greeting sliced through the twilight.
Danger forgotten, her adventurer’s soul burned bright. What were abyssal terrors compared to conversing with living myth? Her chosen address carried calculated logic – conventional wisdom stated only males sported such plumage.
The spirit’s flawless Mandarin still astonished. That a primordial being could sound like a CCTV news anchor! Song Yi’s heart raced at civilization’s first diplomatic exchange with avian nobility. Surely dialogue was permitted, even if touching those celestial feathers remained forbidden. The Peacock Spirit’s regal composure outshone even the condescending purple marten who’d dismissed them as "useless human cultivators."
Yet something perplexed her – the ancient gaze resting upon her shoulders felt disconcertingly familiar. Not desire’s heat, but the warm weight of ancestral regard. The same look elders bestowed upon frolicking children.
"Greetings, young daughter of human cultivators." The Peacock Spirit’s laughter cascaded like mountain streams over quartz. His (for the voice was undoubtedly masculine) ethereal timbre carried millennia of hidden mirth.
Song Ming gaped. Since when did celestial beings indulge mortal chatter? His twenty-eight-year-old "little girl" sister smiled with uncharacteristic softness, channeling some storybook princess.
"Does the Honorable Lord know of the Special Bureau?"
"Indeed. We’ve enjoyed their hospitality since returning to Nine Provinces." The spirit’s nod sent iridescent plumes dancing.
Song Yi’s eyes sparkled with vindication. Her Spiritual Network theories aligned – ancient texts told of spirit cultivators coexisting with humanity before the Great Sundering. Modern naysayers ignored how dragonkind had shielded Zhongxia during the Heavenly Tribulations. Public sentiment shifted since Dragon Lord Ao Yuan’s revelation as one of nine demon lords.
Nine Extreme Demon Lords, she mentally corrected. The celestial hierarchy unfolded in her mind: Empress Nuwa’s divine legacy, the absent Spirit Sovereign, then the triune rulers – Dragon Lord (water’s master), Phoenix Monarch (sky’s regent), Qilin Chieftain (earth’s warden). These Three Sovereigns stood above the Nine Extreme Demon Lords governing daily affairs.
All documented by Ao Yuan himself in the Spiritual Network archives. Mortal scholars still debated whether "demon lord" carried its Western connotations, but the dragon’s diplomatic grace spoke louder than semantic quibbles.
Song Yi chatted with Mr. Peacock while mentally reviewing information about spirit cultivators she’d browsed on the Spiritual Network. The spirit cultivators maintained favorable relations with the Special Bureau, largely due to the Dragon Lord’s amicable ties with human cultivators – they might not be overly friendly, but certainly not hostile. Any spirit cultivator defying the Nine Extreme Demon Lords’ decrees faced execution upon discovery.
As they rounded a corner, five black-suited figures abruptly surrounded them. Both parties froze in mutual bewilderment upon recognition. These were clearly Special Bureau field agents – but why would they target civilians? Song Yi stood dumbfounded, her younger brother equally perplexed behind her.
In this digital age, the Special Bureau’s field operatives had become public figures through frequent exposure. Their identities had long been dissected online, making instant recognition inevitable when they unexpectedly crossed paths.
The agents themselves were equally confused. Weren’t they dispatched to handle abyssal creatures near the monster apartment complex? Yet here stood a Peacock Spirit conversing casually with humans. Team leader Wen Renyi blinked in disbelief.
As a top graduate from Kunlun’s inaugural class under Master Fei Ran’s tutelage, Wen Renyi had endured rigorous training to earn her field team position. This marked her first major operation since joining the Bureau.
The silence broke when the Peacock Spirit addressed them in clear Mandarin: "Special Bureau field operatives." Wen Renyi marveled at the Green Peacock’s articulate speech – a stark contrast to the guttural curses she’d heard from untrained spirits during previous encounters. Drawing upon her professional training, she steadied her voice.
"Your identity, please?"
"Spirit cultivator. We encountered abyssal creatures targeting these humans. My companions requested I ensure their safe return." The Peacock Spirit inclined its jeweled head. "Since you’re here, their protection becomes your responsibility."
Wen Renyi experienced cognitive dissonance – this measured dialogue could easily be with a human colleague. She recalled classified briefings: spirit cultivators possessed IQ levels comparable to humans, classified as high-intelligence life forms. Previous interactions had involved primitive snarls, not this diplomatic poise.
Remembering the emergency alert about escaped spirits, she called out as the Peacock turned to leave: "Wait! The Bureau knows you’ve left your quarters. This violates your lords’ edicts."
"The Dragon Lord instructed us to study human ways, not imprison us." The Spirit’s voice remained tranquil. "Our movements aren’t forbidden." With a final glance at the siblings and agents, magnificent wings unfurled in a prismatic display. The Peacock ascended vertically, its iridescent train shimmering – a living aurora contradicting Wen Renyi’s ornithologist grandfather’s textbooks that claimed green peacocks couldn’t exceed 10-meter flights. This one soared hundreds of meters, disappearing beyond urban skyline.
"Your address?" Wen Renyi asked the stunned civilians, her gaze lingering where celestial feathers had vanished.
*
"Resorted to flying?" Golden Eagle circled overhead, his massive wingspan rivaling the Peacock’s. "Thought you’d forgotten how with all that strutting."
The Peacock alighted gracefully beyond the black wolf’s combat radius, perfectly framed in White Rabbit’s live footage. "Efficiency prevails." Decades of camaraderie rendered the barb harmless.
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【Birb bromance > wolf rivalry】
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【Where’s the iron-eater? QAQ】
【Gone since stream started】
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Unbeknownst to the spirits, their sightseeing live streaming while dispatching abyssal creatures spawned instant fanclubs. The silliness of internet culture remained one human mystery they’d yet to decipher.
