Chapter 336
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Chapter 336: Borrowing Luck to Avert Disaster
“The seaside?” Han Feiyu asked, puzzled.
“Let’s go.”
Without waiting for Han Feiyu, Jian Wujie flew straight toward the beach.
By now, Han Feiyu could clearly sense that something was off, but remembering Xu Fan’s words, he calmed himself and followed Jian Wujie to the seaside.
On the beach, a mottled Little Fox sat on the sand, gazing at the endless expanse of the Endless Sea.
“The Endless Sea of the Human Realm and the Spirit Sea of the Demon Spirit Realm—both are filled with boundless resources.”
“If the demon race ever unites the Human Realm in the future, and I could claim this sea as my own, how wonderful that would be.”
“Just wait. When I ascend to the Thousand Worlds, I’ll make sure to bring my demon artifacts with me.”
The mottled Little Fox was lost in her daydreams of a glorious future when two little deer bounded up to her.
“Woo woo~~” The Cloud Flower Deer nudged the mottled Little Fox with its nose, asking if she was lost.
“Chirp chirp~” The mottled Little Fox replied in beast language, explaining that she had accidentally wandered here and was waiting for her master, who was somewhere on the island.
Hearing this, the Cloud Flower Deer realized they were on the same side and started circling the mottled Little Fox playfully.
“Woo woo~” (Let’s go play together.)
“Chirp chirp.” (You go ahead; I need to wait for my master.) The Little Fox replied, her eyes flickering with a hint of impatience.
If it weren’t for her injuries and her diminished cultivation, she might have already wiped out this small sect.
“Woo woo.” (Come on, I’ll take you to a great spot. There are plenty of ten-thousand-year spirit herbs there, and you can eat as much as you want.) The Cloud Flower Deer said, gently biting the mottled Little Fox’s paw and pulling her along with the little deer. In an instant, they vanished from the spot.
At that moment, in the spirit herb realm within the Elder Council headquarters, a flash of spiritual light appeared, and the two little deer and the mottled Little Fox materialized.
A snow-white spirit herb rabbit hopped over to the Cloud Flower Deer. The rabbit and the deer nuzzled each other affectionately, showing their close bond.
The mottled Little Fox, however, tucked her head in, trembling as she glanced around. She sensed a terrifying aura that could easily destroy her even at her full strength.
“Chirp chirp~” (Today, Little Bai is treating us. Each of us can have a ten-thousand-year spirit herb.) The Cloud Flower Deer announced proudly.
“Wag wag~” (Eat as much as you like. I’m the boss here.) The snow-white rabbit said, lifting its head with pride.
Just then, a terrifying divine sense swept over them.
The three auspicious beasts were unfazed, but the mottled Little Fox’s expression changed drastically.
A massive hand, large enough to blot out the sky, appeared and snatched the mottled Little Fox, vanishing into the air.
“Hmm? Why is there a little beast from the beast race here?” The voice was filled with confusion, as if a beast had suddenly popped out of nowhere.
The three auspicious beasts looked up at the sky, their eyes filled with confusion. They couldn’t understand why their companion had been taken so quickly.
“Wag wag,” (Don’t worry about it. She’ll be back soon.) The spirit herb rabbit said.
In the spirit herb realm, the cultivators of the Elder Council never harmed the auspicious beasts.
Meanwhile, on the shores of Hidden Spirit Island, Jian Wujie stood alone, admiring the view of the Endless Sea. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that something had quietly disappeared from the shadows.
Xu Fan observed Jian Wujie through the light curtain, ready to step in if anything went wrong.
“If the script is correct, Jian Wujie should be invaded by the injured Little Fox’s consciousness, attempting to force a master-subordinate bond,” he thought.
“But the nine top-tier artifacts within Jian Wujie will suppress it, reversing the bond, and ultimately, the Great Ascension stage beast king will end up recognizing Jian Wujie as its master.”
“This plot is smooth and engaging, and it’s easy to expand on. If I were the author, I’d write it exactly like this,” Xu Fan chuckled to himself in his room.
However, as time passed and Jian Wujie showed no signs of trouble, Xu Fan began to feel uneasy.
“Hmm, did the script get it wrong?” Xu Fan wondered aloud.
He pulled out six copper coins, tossed them into the air, and watched as they landed on the ground, forming an intricate formation.
“Borrowing luck to avert disaster,” Xu Fan muttered, a thought crossing his mind.
“Grape, is there anything unusual happening in the sect?”
“The Cloud Flower Deer took the little deer and a mottled Little Fox and disappeared; they’re probably off playing somewhere,” Grape replied.
“Mottled Little Fox,” Xu Fan said, stroking his chin. “The Cloud Flower Deer wouldn’t take Little Fox to the Elder Council headquarters, would it?”
“Damn it, it’s one thing to take my hand, but why are you draining my sect’s fortune?” Xu Fan said, his expression darkening as he felt a noticeable ten percent drop in the sect’s luck.
“Ah well, Jian Wujie is practically my grandson, so he’s family. A little loss is acceptable,” Xu Fan sighed.
Meanwhile, on the shores of Hidden Spirit Island, Jian Wujie suddenly felt a strange lightness in his head, but also a hollow emptiness, as if something important was missing.
“How are you? Is the disaster over?” Han Feiyu asked, concern etched on his face.
“The disaster’s gone, but I feel like I’ve lost something,” Jian Wujie murmured, gazing at the sea. The memory of that soul-crushing despair resurfaced, and he licked his lips, oddly nostalgic for the sensation.
“That’s good. Let’s head back and continue our lessons. That beast fox was probably dealt with by Master Ancestor using some special method,” Han Feiyu said.
Just then, a black dot appeared in the distance, and two figures crashed heavily onto the sand not far from Han Feiyu and Jian Wujie.
“Damn it, why am I so unlucky? I ran into a Transformation Stage giant food serpent!” Xiong Li cursed as he stood up, helping the half-conscious Qian Bing to his feet.
“You too! You kept saying there were eight hundred whale puppets underwater. What happened?” Xiong Li grumbled, dragging Qian Bing onto a nearby puppet.
“Senior Brother, hello~” the two greeted Xiong Li hurriedly.
“Haha, no need for formalities. I’ve heard about you two,” Xiong Li said warmly.
“In less than two years in the sect, you’ve both broken into the top three hundred. Impressive.”
Xiong Li knew firsthand how formidable the Second-Generation Disciples were. If he were competing with them during the same period, he’d be lucky to secure a spot in the top five.
“We still have a lot to work on,” the two said humbly, their admiration for the legendary Senior Brother evident. The souvenir stone of Xiong Li’s victories in the Talented Battle Strength Competition was proudly displayed in the sect’s Honor Hall.
“Keep training hard, and you’ll contribute greatly to the sect in the future,” Xiong Li said with a smile.
As he prepared to return to his cultivation, a cultivator riding a deep-sea Nascent Soul stage serpent crashed onto the beach. The once-mighty serpent now lay half-eaten, barely clinging to life.
The disciple riding it was battered and bruised.
“Dragon Sparrow Demon Bird, I won’t let you get away with this!” Yu Qianshan shouted, glaring at the dying serpent beside him.
