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The Cultivation world had been peaceful for five hundred years. The Myriad Spirit Sect's double-layer Mountain Protection Formation had not been activated even once in centuries. Between the two layers, a vast amount of Spirit Energy accumulated, leading to the growth of spiritual herbs and Spiritual Fruits over time. After hundreds of years, they matured, and now there was an abundance that could not be consumed.
Zhao Yang's expression was one of blissful intoxication, his mind drifting elsewhere until he finally snapped back to reality. He sensed a group of people approaching from a distance. Although he had yet to learn how to develop and extend his Divine Sense, after entering the Foundation Establishment Stage, his spiritual perception had significantly increased. As a Body Refinement cultivator, he could easily detect the blood energy emanating from others.
Zhao Yang thought to himself that it was bad news; the commotion from absorbing Electric Spirit Power must have alerted the Sect members. With such a large Glass Dome blocking his way and not knowing how to break the formation, he reluctantly decided to use a technique of weight manipulation, lightly tapping the Glass Dome with his fingertip.
With a series of sharp cracks, the Glass Dome shattered, and a crack rapidly extended toward the main hall of the Myriad Spirit Sect. Knowing time was short, Zhao Yang kicked open the remaining pieces of the Glass Dome.
“Chirp Chirp!”
The Little Beast widened its eyes in surprise, seemingly not expecting this large "bad guy" Zhao Yang to barge in. Tears glimmered in its eyes as it looked at him, on the verge of crying, still holding onto a tomato peel in its mouth like a little one caught with its blanket.
At that moment, deep within a certain mountain cave, White Mist Elder suddenly opened his eyes. He was the Grand Elder of the Myriad Spirit Sect and Master Ji Wudao's mentor. True Qi surged around him as sword energy sliced through everything in the cave into dust.
“Who dares to disturb my mountain gate at this hour? You’ve scattered a hundred years' worth of my collected Electric Spirit Energy! I will kill you!” White Mist Elder roared, his eyes bloodshot and voice hoarse.
“Eh? Who is screaming so pitifully?” Zhao Yang looked up at the sky in confusion before glancing at the Little Beast again. He snorted lightly, his eyelashes fluttering as he gazed at a cluster of tomatoes growing on a nearby low tree, stars in his eyes and drool dripping from his mouth. It turned out he had been eyeing those tomatoes all along instead of the adorable Little Beast!
After all, for someone who had been hungry for two years and sustained only by Spirit Energy, suddenly seeing food they loved would make them indifferent even if their own mother appeared.
Zhao Yang swallowed again and somehow produced a sack out of nowhere. With lightning speed—eighty times per second—he swiftly picked all the tomatoes in front of him within just a few breaths.
The Little Beast watched in shock before flying up with tiny fists raised in protest. It grabbed hold of Zhao Yang's sack with its small paws, blinking its big eyes at him as if to say he should let go; those were all its tomatoes.
Only then did Zhao Yang notice that behind the Little Beast were nearly transparent wings fluttering subtly. Ignoring it completely, he stuffed several tomatoes into his mouth.
As soon as the tomato entered his mouth, Zhao Yang felt as if he had fallen into a dream—a sensation akin to running along the beach with light gauze blowing in the wind. The sourness overwhelmed him, causing him to drift away once more.
“Chirp Chirp!”
The Little Beast let out a sound that resembled an angry kitten, its thin wings fluttering slightly, and its round, plump body puffed up like a hedgehog, clearly upset.
Smack!
Zhao Yang swatted the Little Beast away with no mercy, muttering to himself, "I thought it was some young divine beast like a Glutton, Qiongqi, True Dragon, or Fire Phoenix. Turns out it's just a Dutch Mouse, and such a fat one at that. If this became my battle pet, I'd be embarrassed to death." His expression darkened as he warned the Little Beast, "I advise you not to bother me!"
“Chirp Chirp? Wuwu…”
Having never seen a human before, the Little Beast was shocked by the cruelty of Zhao Yang and immediately began to cry in a very human-like manner. Its voice was tender like that of a baby, and it rubbed its tiny fists against its eyes to wipe away tears, looking so adorable it could take one's breath away.
However, Zhao Yang was not swayed by this display. He didn't even glance at the pitiful Little Beast as he dragged his sack forward, eager to pick more Spiritual Fruits before leaving. He didn’t recognize the spiritual herbs around him and completely overlooked their existence.
Yet after running for a while, Zhao Yang found that he had not spotted a single Spiritual Fruit. Many places had fruit trees, but they bore no fruit. As he caught sight of several fruit pits beneath one of the trees, his heart sank with regret, and he turned back to look. That glance nearly caused him to stumble. The Little Beast's two glistening eyes were so lively—or perhaps it was just the tears—that they were barely three inches from Zhao Yang's own eyes. Its cute little nose almost bumped into his.
“Chirp Chirp!”
“I’ll smack you!” Zhao Yang exclaimed as he swatted the Little Beast away again. Grumbling under his breath, he glared at the round Little Beast that was trying to get back up and demanded, “Tell me, did you eat all the Spiritual Fruits in this entire area?”
“Chirp Chirp.” The Little Beast patted its own little bottom with its tiny paw, worried it might have dust on it.
“What? You ate all the fruits in this whole Myriad Spirit Sect?!” Zhao Yang's eyes widened as if he were about to devour the Little Beast.
Startled by Zhao Yang's reaction, the Little Beast took a few steps back, its eyes filled with sorrow like a crescent moon.
“Chirp Chirp.”
“Tell me! Is your Dutch Mouse clan living here? Call your parents over; they need to compensate me—just a few dozen Essence Stones and two sacks of Spiritual Fruits will do.”
“Chirp Chirp?”
"You don't understand what I'm saying, do you really think you ate it yourself? Are you a pig, a Guinea Pig? What on earth is that round belly of yours? Hmm, let's cut it open and see, maybe there's a huge spiritual pill inside." Zhao Yang mumbled as he reached out to grab Little Beast.
Little Beast let out a warning sound like a small cat and swiftly dodged Zhao Yang's hand.
"Chirp Chirp, Chirp Chirp!" Little Beast waved its tiny fists, as if accusing Zhao Yang of being a big bully.
Zhao Yang exclaimed in surprise, not expecting Little Beast to be so quick. He pointed at the little creature not far away and said, "You ate all my Spiritual Fruits and only left me a few tomatoes. If I don't give you a good beating, how can I vent my anger? I warn you not to keep chirping at me endlessly!" With that, Zhao Yang rushed towards Little Beast again, trying to catch it.
Whoosh! The sound of air tearing apart echoed as a flash of white light zipped by; Little Beast once again escaped from Zhao Yang's grasp, pouting and shouting at him:
"Chirp Chirp!"
"What the heck, are you chirping at me?!" Zhao Yang lunged again.
"Chirp!"
"Another chirp?!"
"Chirp!"
"Alright, you win!" Zhao Yang gave Little Beast a thumbs up and then vanished from his spot in a fit of frustration. He was so exasperated with the little creature that he used his signature move, Time Walk.
However, to Zhao Yang's astonishment, the moment his hand touched Little Beast's fur, it bizarrely disappeared from his grasp!
"Chirp Chirp! Chirp Chirp! Chirp!" The childish voice rang out again.
Zhao Yang looked around in confusion and was shocked to find that Little Beast had somehow appeared outside the Glass Dome!
"What the hell, you can jump through barriers?!"
The Little Beast clung to the outer layer of the Mountain Protection Formation's Glass Dome, its crystal-like long eyelashes fluttering as it gazed at Zhao Yang, who was in a state of panic within the barrier. It playfully stuck out its little tongue, seemingly mocking him.
At that moment, Zhao Yang felt an uncontrollable sound erupt from within him—pop!
A surge of True Qi burst forth, rippling outward like a dragonfly skimming the surface of water. Zhao Yang had advanced to the second level of the Foundation Establishment Stage!
"Is this tomato's Spirit Energy really that immense?!"
Zhao Yang was astonished and thought to himself that it was bad news. He pointed at the Little Beast outside the Glass Dome and said, "It's all your fault, you little beast! I'll settle the score with you next time."
With that, Zhao Yang quickly activated Time Walk, flashing several times into the air, escaping without looking back, skimming along the top of the Mountain Protection Formation's defensive barrier towards the Inner Courtyard.
Just as he left, barely two breaths later, White Mist Elder appeared out of nowhere in the spot where Zhao Yang had just been.
"This little beast! I arrived too late and let it escape. You better not let me catch you!" White Mist Elder shouted in frustration, then looked around in surprise at his surroundings, a smile gradually spreading across his face.
"These are all spirit herbs that are over a hundred years old, some even close to a thousand years!"
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