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Song Baliang laid the Blonde Boy flat on the ground, smoothing him out while chanting a Buddhist mantra. He reached into the Blonde Boy's chest and rummaged around, pulling out various scattered bottles and jars, as well as a dagger-like medium-grade magical artifact.
"Amitabha, Junior Brother, don't bully the poor. Throw out some larger items; if you keep this up, we'll be at a loss. You should know that my cost for a single soul's salvation isn't cheap," Song Baliang criticized, mumbling under his breath, clearly dissatisfied with Zhao Yang's choice of offerings. At that moment, he was only interested in the Dao Artifact; everything else was insignificant to him.
Zhao Yang was taken aback by Song Baliang's methods and couldn't help but gain a new perspective on the monks from Xuanfo Temple.
"Could it be that once we go in, we won't be able to come out?" Zhao Yang wondered internally. He exerted himself with great difficulty to take another step forward, but this time he simply couldn't hold on any longer and retreated, collapsing back into the formation with a pale face.
"I can't do it anymore, Senior Brother. I feel like I'm carrying a mountain."
Zhao Yang gasped for breath as he sat on the ground to rest. Even someone as strong as him felt utterly exhausted crossing the formation. Despite this, the others were also anxious; in just this short time, he had covered a distance equivalent to what they would have achieved in a month of breaking through the formation!
"We must kill him; this kid is suspicious. At his pace, he'll reach the Earth Spirit Spring in less than a day!" someone transmitted.
The others nodded in agreement. Zhao Yang noticed their unusual expressions and chuckled lightly, saying, "You all want to conspire against me, huh? It's fine; having such thoughts is quite normal." He spoke so casually, as if a group of boys entering puberty were discussing something when their teacher suddenly barged in and said, "You all are thinking about women, right? It's okay; it's normal for men to think about such things."
Seeing the grim looks on their faces as if he had seen through them left them momentarily speechless. Zhao Yang cleared his throat and continued, "But I really want to ask how long you’ve been stuck in this formation? Have you not eaten or relieved yourselves for such a long time?"
The others couldn't help but show disgust on their faces at Zhao Yang's blunt and rather inappropriate question, feeling ashamed and angry.
Zhao Yang yawned; he truly couldn't move any longer and decided to take a break. At that moment, the Little Beast in his arms also yawned and wriggled out of his embrace, peeking around with its little head.
"Chirp Chirp?" The Little Beast seemed puzzled by its surroundings but quickly sniffed the air and ran joyfully toward the pool of divine liquid at the center of the formation. It crouched by the Earth Spirit Spring, dipped its tiny paws into the Divine Spring to scoop up a few drops of water, and then rubbed it on its face.
"What is that? Is it using the Earth Spirit Spring to wash its face?" one of the six Holy Sons exclaimed.
"Why can this big mouse walk freely within such a powerful formation?" another young man exclaimed, filled with disbelief at the scene before him. "What is it doing? Is it trying to jump in for a bath? That's the Earth Spirit Spring!"
Everyone was stunned by this sight, even Zhao Yang was somewhat surprised. He recalled that when he first encountered Little Beast at the Myriad Spirit Sect's Mountain Protection Formation, it had been able to escape his pursuit without being restricted by the formation. He thought that perhaps it should be called Jumping Boundary Little Beast instead. Now, seeing Little Beast and Little Nine move freely within such a formidable formation without any restrictions opened his eyes.
"Junior brother, strangle it! Quickly, strangle it! Don't let it contaminate the Earth Spirit Spring; that's the material I need for brewing!" Song Baliang shouted from outside the formation, watching as Little Beast tested the water temperature and prepared to jump in.
"Chirp Chirp!" Little Beast turned around, letting out an angry sound like a little cat, raising its tiny fist toward Song Baliang outside the formation to express its dissatisfaction.
The others also began to curse loudly. They had planned to drink from the Earth Spirit Spring; if a big mouse bathed in it, how could they possibly drink?
"Only someone as despicable as you would raise such a lowly beast as a spirit companion, ruining others' great opportunities," Yinshan Saint Child said with a grim expression, looking down on Zhao Yang.
The others felt pained and cursed Zhao Yang in unison.
"People like him are scum; if they can't have something, they'd rather destroy it than let anyone else have it."
"So what if he contaminates the Divine Spring? Once we work together to go in, it'll be his end!"
Zhao Yang ignored everyone and turned to Little Beast, who was eager to jump into the Divine Spring. "Little Nine, come here for a moment."
"Chirp Chirp?" Hearing Zhao Yang's call, Little Beast hopped over to his side, its short tail wagging excitedly, its big eyes blinking rapidly.
Zhao Yang took out his Stone Hammer from his robe and used a technique to lighten its weight. He said to Little Beast, "In this formation, we can't use treasures or Dao Artifacts, and I can't reach them. You need to carry this hammer and smash Yinshan Saint Child's head."
"Chirp Chirp!" Little Beast gestured with its hands, its chubby cheeks wobbling as it kept saying something.
"Hmph, letting a powerless little mouse do your fighting for you? Do you really think you've received an extraordinary battle pet?" Yinshan Saint Child mocked, finding Zhao Yang's request for Little Beast's help laughable.
"He’s not my friend; he just bullied me," Zhao Yang said to Little Beast.
Upon hearing Zhao Yang's words, Little Beast pouted and glanced at Yinshan Saint Child in the distance, making a series of huffing sounds.
Little Beast waddled over to Yinshan Saint Child, its chubby little face looking up at him as it chirped incessantly. The crowd had no idea what it was saying. Yinshan Saint Child stomped his foot down, intending to squash Little Beast, but it quickly jumped aside, placing one hand on its tiny waist and pointing at Yinshan Saint Child with the other, angrily making two sounds that seemed to say, "Just you wait."
"Hmph, just like your master," Yinshan Saint Child taunted.
However, in the eyes of the onlookers, Little Beast bounced over to Zhao Yang, grabbed the large hammer at Zhao Yang's feet, hoisted it onto its shoulder, and then hopped back in front of Yinshan Saint Child, tilting its little face up and pouting its rosy lips as if threatening him.
Furious, Yinshan Saint Child stomped down again. Little Beast jumped away just in time. As Yinshan Saint Child prepared to chase after it with a surge of energy, he was suddenly rebounded by the powerful force of the formation and fell to the ground. Seizing the opportunity, Little Beast rushed over to his head and struck down with the hammer.
Bang!
A dull thud echoed as Little Beast's strike landed on Yinshan Saint Child's head, causing a large bump to form instantly. Enraged and embarrassed, he summoned dark energy that swirled around him and struck out at Little Beast. Yet Little Beast merely took two small steps back; the powerful attack was instantly neutralized by the formation.
"Chirp Chirp!" Little Beast planted the Stone Hammer beside itself, rubbing its little paws together defiantly as it stared at Yinshan Saint Child.
Yinshan Saint Child shouted furiously; he had never been toyed with by such a small creature before. Dark energy crackled in his hands as lightning surged forth, transforming into a rapidly spinning vortex that created a powerful suction towards Little Beast. The fur on Little Beast was pulled toward Yinshan Saint Child by the immense force; it struggled to keep its footing while chirping loudly. Its tiny paws clutched the hammer's handle as its legs lifted off the ground, flapping like a flag in the wind.
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