Moonlit night.
Haitang blossoms blood profusely under the cold moonlight.
The beautiful pistils and stans, brimming with dewdrops, were enchanting and seductive. They swayed with the breeze, letting out enthralling whispers.
RUSTLE, RUSTLE, RUSTLE.
At the foot of the mountain, the villa community was planted with dozens, if not hundreds, of precious trees. No one should have been out and about at this hour, yet a man was moving through the shadows of the night.
He was Tan Chang. Once the shadow of a Martial Dao family in Yanjing, he had followed Xu Lai and astoundingly reached the peak of the Eighth Grade Martial Ancestor.
He passed through the villa community and arrived at the seashore, staring blankly at the moon.
"Godmother has been gone for a while now," Tan Chang sighed softly.
He had once mistaken Xu Lai for the Flower Fairy’s illegitimate son. After being beaten half to death by the Flower Fairy when she erged from seclusion, he had unexpectedly beco her godson through a series of misadventures.
Indeed, the ways of the world were unpredictable. Now, the two had beco a source of solace for each other, a bond forged by karma.
The moon... Foreign Clans.
Wave after wave crashed ashore. Tan Chang’s brows gradually furrowed, and they remained knitted for a long ti.
"Young man, do you wish to beco stronger?" a very childlike voice suddenly rang out by his ear.
"Who’s there!"
Tan Chang’s expression instantly turned vigilant. He was a mighty Eighth Grade Martial Ancestor, yet he couldn’t sense where the hidden speaker was.
"Young man, do you wish to beco stronger?" the childlike voice asked a second ti.
"No."
"..."
High above the white clouds, the Heavenly Dao, dressed in a red bellyband and holding a skewer of candied hawthorns, was struck speechless. How could this fool not follow the script?
For the past four thousand years, that one sentence of his had deceived countless hot-blooded youngsters. How had it beco so ineffective now?
The Heavenly Dao cleared his throat. "I am the Heavenly Dao, and today—"
"And I am your father!"
"???"
Anger filled the Heavenly Dao’s little face. He was the master of Earth, yet soone dared to disrespect him. It was simply outrageous!
"Where did this brat co from, claiming to be the Heavenly Dao?" Tan Chang’s tone was filled with indifference. "I have already seen through your sche. You probably want to use Tan Chang to get close to Senior Xu Lai!"
The Heavenly Dao was taken aback. Although Tan Chang wasn’t very specific, he had hit the nail on the head. The Heavenly Dao truly did have so matters he wished to ask of Xu Lai. However, it wasn’t convenient for him to say it himself, so he wanted to find an interdiary to pass on the ssage.
"To think you saw through ," the Heavenly Dao lanted.
"Hmph." Tan Chang placed his hands behind his back, looking slightly smug. "Since Tan Chang has seen through your little tricks, you should leave at once."
"If you guess correctly, you get a reward," the Heavenly Dao yawned. "I’ll randomly reward you with a Heavenly Thunder. Out of 33,333 types of thunder tribulations, I hope you’re lucky enough to encounter a slightly weaker one."
BOOM!
To Tan Chang’s utter shock, a three-colored bolt of lightning thundered down from the sky.
He was zapped crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, his face charred black. He lay on the beach, shivering for a long ti before he could get up. "Son of a bitch!" he finally managed to curse.
"Do you believe now?"
"I believe your grandpa!"
Tan Chang was furious. He wasn’t a three-year-old; how could he believe in so Heavenly Dao?
This is probably a Ninth Grade Great Martial Sect whose cultivation seed is ’thunder,’ or maybe even a Divine Gate Realm expert toying with from the shadows. The Heavenly Dao? That’s just a story to fool children!
"I admire your courage. I’ll randomly reward you with another Heavenly Thunder." The Heavenly Dao bit into a candied hawthorn, squinting as he snapped his fingers.
This bolt of Heavenly Thunder was an ordinary, single-colored one. Its lethality wasn’t that great, but the pain still made Tan Chang grimace.
"Do you believe that I’m the Heavenly Dao?"
"No!"
CRACK!
The Heavenly Dao was stubborn, but Tan Chang was even more so. One asked with childish persistence while the other answered with unyielding defiance. And so, the seaside of East Sea City was struck by one bolt of Heavenly Thunder after another.
anwhile, in a room at Haitang Court, Ruan Tang’s eyes fluttered open. Once her breathing steadied, she noticed Xu Lai’s suddenly strange expression.
"Why did you stop?" she asked.
"It’s nothing." Xu Lai drew his gaze back from the foot of the mountain and lowered his head to kiss Ruan Tang in his arms.
This "eting" had moved from the bathroom to the bedroom and had lasted for three hours.
***
This guy must be an idiot!
The Heavenly Dao tossed aside the bamboo skewer, speaking with so frustration. In his four thousand years on Earth, what kinds of people hadn’t the Heavenly Dao seen? There was the once-in-a-millennium Emperor Qin Shi Huang, the bandit hero Emperor Gaozu of Han, and he had even had tea with the reigning Empress. Which one of them hadn’t treated him with the utmost respect, as if he were an immortal?
But this man nad Tan Chang was like a stone by a cesspit—stinky and hard.
After enduring one hundred and one Heavenly Thunders, Tan Chang was left barely breathing.
Only then did the Heavenly Dao sullenly mutter, "There’s no reasoning with an idiot."
Despite his words, he still tossed down a wisp of life essence to heal his injuries, afraid that Tan Chang might actually die on the beach. He couldn’t help but worry. Although Tan Chang was a blockheaded lackey, he was a lackey at The Supre Emperor’s side.
Tan Chang gasped weakly, "I will not... will not let your sches suc—"
CRACK!
The Heavenly Dao casually summoned another bolt of Heavenly Thunder, and Tan Chang fainted completely.
He pulled a second skewer of candied hawthorns from his red bellyband and muttered, "Idiot."
The Heavenly Dao glanced back at Mount Haitang. He hesitated for a long ti but didn’t dare disturb Xu Lai. After so thought, he imprinted his Divine Sense into a Jade Slip. The slip flew toward Haitang Court as if it had grown wings. He was confident The Supre Emperor would see it.
Then, the Heavenly Dao whooshed away, worried he hadn’t left quickly enough.
「The next morning at eight o’clock.」
Xu Lai got out of bed, opening the curtains and stretching his limbs.
Ruan Tang opened her eyes and said lazily, What, is your back sore?
"eting!"
Without another word, Xu Lai drew the curtains closed again.
This frightened Ruan Tang so much that her heart leaped into her throat. "I was wrong! I have to work today, stop ssing around!"
"Then we’ll have another eting tonight."
"..."
Ruan Tang shot Xu Lai a reproachful glare.
Xu Lai went downstairs and saw a Jade Slip floating in the backyard, bearing the aura of the Heavenly Dao’s Divine Sense.
Xu Lai tilted his head. He had sensed the Heavenly Dao’s tedious and prolonged interaction with Tan Chang by the seaside yesterday. What was this Jade Slip about?
When his Divine Sense probed the Jade Slip, Xu Lai couldn’t help but laugh in exasperation.
This little bastard is actually asking to borrow money from !
To be more precise, he was asking to borrow Spirit Stones.
Spirit Stones were divided into six grades: Low-grade, Mid-grade, High-grade, Supre-grade, Extre-grade, and Immortal-grade.
The first three—Low, Mid, and High-grade—were quite common and sufficient to support cultivation below the Venerable Realm. However, from the Venerable Realm onward, one required Supre-grade Spirit Stones, which only Dragon Veins could produce. Extre-grade Spirit Stones were even scarcer, and only cultivators in the Celestial Venerable Realm could absorb their Spiritual Energy.
As for Immortal-grade Spirit Stones, as the na suggested, only those at the Immortal Venerable Realm and above could draw out their power. They were further classified into ten different colors; the more colors a stone possessed, the more valuable it was.
Immortal Venerables generally used one or two-color Immortal-grade Spirit Stones, Quasi-Emperors used three to four-color stones, and only those in the Emperor Realm could use up to eight colors. Nine and ten-color Immortal-grade Spirit Stones were exceptionally rare, comparable to Supre-grade spiritual treasures. Whether used in Alchemy, Artifact Refining, or Array Setting, adding one would double the effectiveness of the process.
And the Heavenly Dao had the gall to make such an outrageous request: asking him for one hundred ten-color Immortal-grade Spirit Stones
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