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The Hammer and the Celestial Garment were both excellent Immortal Artifacts, but Xuan Qing was too lazy to erase the traces left by the Snow Spirit Monkey, allowing them to recognize their master again. Neither Immortal Artifact was suitable for the Old Sophora Tree or the Seven-Colored Plum Blossom Divine Deer, and the egg had yet to hatch, leaving its attributes unknown.
After pondering for a moment, Xuan Qing said, "It's useless to keep them; I might as well trade them for some wine." This was exactly what the egg wanted.
Packing up their things, Xuan Qing and the egg headed towards Xuan Qi's celestial abode. As soon as they floated through the entrance, they heard an unusual sound of crying.
Xuan Qi was holding a young boy who sat on a rock formation, leaning against his shoulder and sobbing. "Wuwu... The Immortal Lord gifted me an Immortal Artifact, and I lost it... He even took my last pair of pants... You have to help me..."
"I want to help you, but that person you mentioned sounds familiar," Xuan Qi thought. It was too much like his senior brother; it couldn't possibly be him... Just then, he noticed a white cloud hovering a few meters away.
On the cloud sat Xuan Qing, smiling and waving with an ambiguous look on his face. "Ah, fate is such a thing; tsk tsk, I've never understood it in my life until today."
When enemies meet, they are especially fierce. The Snow Spirit Monkey yanked Xuan Qi over. "How dare you come here! I'll make you regret it!"
Xuan Qing crossed his arms and stroked his chin. "If a monkey that lost everything dares to show up, why shouldn't I? Hey, the Immortal Artifact you lost is with my Little Sweetie; just look up."
The Snow Spirit Monkey angrily looked up—there was the egg struggling with a massive hammer for quite some time, while the Celestial Garment hung from the hammer's handle. Xuan Qing tossed out a note that read: "Trade for wine, honest and straightforward. I want one hundred jars of Supreme Immortal Brew."
One hundred jars... one hundred jars of Supreme Immortal Brew... Xuan Qi fell to his knees.
The Snow Spirit Monkey grabbed Xuan Qi by the collar and shook him. "Quickly get one hundred jars of wine to trade back for my Immortal Artifact!"
Xuan Qi was nearly in tears. "I can't even produce twenty jars! Last month, he extorted seventy-six jars of Millennium Celestial Brew from me."
The Snow Spirit Monkey huffed and pushed him away. "So your willingness to go through fire and water for me was just talk? The rumors in the celestial realm say that all deities born from the Xuanji sect are stingy; it seems true. I came to ask for your help, but from now on, I don't know you."
With his beloved celestial beast about to abandon him, Xuan Qi quickly grabbed him and explained with a pained heart, "Little Snow, I meant every word! Don't leave! He's my senior brother—the one I don't want to mention who devours people without spitting out bones."
The egg inserted itself between them with a note: "Fair price; each bad word adds fifty jars, doubling each time."
"......"
"......"
After delivering the message, the egg flew back to Xuan Qing's side. Xuan Qing laughed heartily. "Junior brother, I'll return your Immortal Artifacts. Next time I'll come for one hundred fifty jars of Supreme Immortal Brew; don't miss me too much! Hahaha..."
As his laughter faded away, it was both sweet revenge and carefree nonchalance—a glimpse of the unchanging Xuan Qing even after ten thousand years.
"Did you see that?"
"I saw it. I have over ten jars of Celestial Brew, but it's still not enough."
"You can negotiate with him; at least aim for half price."
"Ha ha ha..."
Back at home, Xuan Qing's laughter echoed endlessly. The egg, unable to sleep due to the noise, nudged him, urging him to stop his terrifying laughter. Though it was an egg without ears, it could still have nightmares.
"Little Sweetie, they were just too funny, ha ha ha..."
To avoid having nightmares, the egg rolled around and then pounced on Xuan Qing, covering his mouth. Only when Xuan Qing surrendered did the egg let him go, jumping back into its nest and rolling around in search of a comfortable sleeping position, drifting off into a beautiful dream.
Xuan Qing wiped his slightly reddened face and gently stroked the egg that quickly fell asleep again. It had grown another ring in size; he thought the egg should be safe until it hatched. However, recently it had been acting strangely, waking up suddenly after one or two hours of sleep and tumbling down from its perch along with the cage. Fortunately, the Old Sophora Tree always caught the cage each time.
Xuan Qing closed his eyes, letting his thoughts sink into the egg's dreams...
A hazy yet blinding golden scale light shone with an unusual majesty, neither celestial nor demonic. Blood poured down the scales like molten lava, dripping onto the pure white shell, a warm heat surging within as the blood mixed with intense pain—an emotion whose source was unknown.
The golden light shot up to the heavens, piercing through the clouds and casting dazzling rays downwards before gradually disappearing into the azure sky. The loss of that reliance left behind a profound emptiness that sparked intense unease. Yet no matter how hard one tried to hold on, it could not be retained; darkness encroached as sleep took over... In an instant, the egg jolted awake, pulling Xuan Qing out of his dream.
Xuan Qing looked at the lethargic egg nestled in its feathers and couldn't help but sigh as he rubbed his forehead. This vague dream must have been a glimpse into the egg's past experiences before it met him. Perhaps that creature that soared into the sky—whether it was a snake or a dragon—was its father or mother. If that were true, then this egg might not belong to a bird but rather to a reptile.
After pondering for a while, Xuan Qing said, "Egg, where exactly did I find you? If you miss home, I can take you back."
The egg nudged at the feathers, burrowing in and out before leaning awkwardly against its nest as if gazing at Xuan Qing. He patted it gently and said, "You can only sneak a few glances." Regardless of whether it was an Immortal Bird or a reptile, since he had brought it home and cared for it for so long, he ultimately couldn't bear to send it back.
The egg excitedly jumped out of the nest without bothering to shake off the feathers clinging to it and hopped towards the door with a thud.
Where exactly had he found this egg? Xuan Qing was curious too and followed the egg as it soared through the clouds until they arrived above an uninhabited deserted island over the sea.
The small island made of rocky outcrops was barren; had it not been for the "big" pit he had made when crashing against a cliff wall back then, Xuan Qing would have found it difficult to notice this ordinary little island during his usual travels.
This was undoubtedly the place where he had encountered the egg, yet there were no signs of any celestial beasts residing here. What had brought the egg to this location?
As Xuan Qing pondered, the egg jumped into an inconspicuous narrow crevice in the rock. However, having grown a size larger, it found itself stuck, unable to squeeze in or out, struggling helplessly as it wobbled back and forth. Xuan Qing attempted to pull it out, but the egg stubbornly pushed deeper into the crevice. With no other choice, he decided to push it further inside.
The moment the egg fully entered the crevice, the entire island burst into light, forming a radiant halo around them. Beneath his feet lay a massive Teleportation Array, with the mechanism to activate it hidden within the crevice.
The Teleportation Array operated at lightning speed; escaping its grasp was impossible, and there was no way to assist the egg still trapped within. Xuan Qing couldn't help but sigh deeply. If the egg got left behind and was picked up by a stranger, he would be in serious trouble.
As the blinding light from the Teleportation Array faded, Xuan Qing found himself inside a magnificent Crystal Palace. Through the transparent crystal walls, he could see fish swimming freely among the dark underwater vegetation, their bubbles drifting around him.
From the celestial realm to the underworld, only the Four Seas Dragon King could reside in this Crystal Palace.
Dragons commanded wind and rain, proud and willful by nature, born of nobility; they belonged to the celestial realm and were not considered celestial beasts. They did not enter into master-servant contracts with anyone.
Surely he hadn't been so unlucky as to stumble upon a dragon egg? Dragons placed immense importance on their offspring; a dragon egg would never leave its parents' side after hatching. If any family lost a dragon egg, it would cause an uproar throughout the celestial realm—there was no way he could benefit from such a situation. Thus, it couldn't possibly be a dragon egg; he dismissed that thought entirely.
Feeling relieved, Xuan Qing knocked on the egg that was finally free from its struggle in the crevice. "This place is nice; we should move here permanently."
The egg responded with a cheerful bounce.
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