Mu Shaohua gnashed her teeth in frustration. She had truly met her match. It seemed she had been underestimated after all.
This brat’s most brilliant move was exposing a tiny opening, then waiting by the tree stump for the rabbit, forcing her to lose her composure.
Chess met its equal, and she refused to believe this was real. She would definitely tame that Little Yellow Hair!
“If the Young Master doesn’t want to go, then fine. Let Shaohua suffer alone, hmph.”
With that, Mu Shaohua feigned disappointment, and as if throwing a tantrum, swam into the Coral Cluster. She countered with a classic move of playing hard to get.
The big fish had taken the bait. Any physiologically normal man (or lesbian) would catch the signal. This was the time to reel in the net, casually swear a few vows of eternal love, and promise to brave fire and water for the Dragon Girl.
So Mu Shaohua hid her big tail and quietly lurked in the Seaweed Patch…
The plan was beautiful, but… Ji Shiyu was no longer that kind of Little Yellow Hair, not anymore!
“Flustered? Dianzhongdian.”
The Little Yellow Hair gleefully whistled and walked back with her hands clasped behind her head.
What level do you think you are? Don’t you have any self-awareness? Trying to steal my Master from me? Go back and train your Chayi skills some more, you.
With a few words, she effortlessly swept aside the small fry and single-handedly defended against the would-be mistress. Ji Shiyu strutted back, chest puffed with pride.
Before she even reached the Coral Palace, she spotted a fat chicken swimming in the sea, pathetically flapping its wings.
“Appetite!”
What kind of bird language is that? Its mouth is full of water. Ji Shiyu disdainfully picked it up by its chicken claws and shook the soaked silly bird. Ao Tian tumbled into a pile of bubbles, babbling nonsense incoherently. It’s hard to tell what you’re even saying.
“What are you saying? Where’s Master?”
Three sentences don’t go by without mentioning her sworn father.
“He— ptooey! I, I, I, I sniffed the scent of Fortune! It’s strong, very strong, and damp and salty!”
“Fortune? That kind of thing doesn’t matter anyway. Haven’t I just broken through to Xuantian Nine Transformations? I’ve been working so hard, you know.”
Ji Shiyu waved her hand dismissively. With this free time, she’d rather have a heart-to-heart with Master. The scenery here is quite nice, and it’s rare to have no First Wife getting in the way.
Back at the Sect, she’d never have such a good chance!
Ao Tian had just received good news and rushed over to discuss major matters with his master, but when he saw the lazy, good-for-nothing Goddess of Wisdom, he instantly became furious. The dead kid had already been assimilated by that Lying Flat Master.
The one working hard is me and your father, got it? Don’t forget your mission, your mission!
“I-I haven’t forgotten! My mission is to hold tightly onto my own Blessed Fate, that’s what you said. I’ve already collected two fortunes now, well, one and a half?”
Ao Tian thought about it for a moment and realized there was some truth to that, so the words died on his lips.
She had only run away from home for a year and already completed a third of the small goal. Now she just had to wait for the Three-Year Promise to dunk on the Kuzhu. Ever since she acknowledged a father, the progress wasn’t just fast—it was lightning.
The Extreme Destiny was a bit lacking, but the Divine Tree Fortune was overflowing. What more could he ask for?
“Even so, if you ever have the chance to get the Wuyin Qiyun, you can’t let it slip away!”
“Mhm mhm, heh heh.”
Ji Shiyu brushed him off casually, feeling a little guilty as she turned her head. When she spotted the White-robed Youth slowly following behind, she immediately broke into a bright smile, abandoned Ao Tian, and pounced over.
Yun Liu lightly poked his finger against the Young Girl’s forehead, blocking her advance.
“Master, praise me!”
I settled that Dengtu Nü in the time it took to relieve myself. With such a capable apprentice like me, you should just be grateful.
“Anyway, just praise me!”
“Huh? Praise you for what?”
“With such a capable apprentice like me, you should just be grateful.”
“Alright, alright, Shiyu is such a good girl.”
“Hee.”
Yun Liu helplessly ruffled her messy hair, his emotions complicated.
The Little Yellow Hair was getting cuter and cuter. The most shameful part was that this teacher felt not a shred of disgust, but a strange sense of pride.
Watching the little lazy glutton grow up bit by bit, knowing she would one day become the awe-inspiring Feng Aotian as prophesied, the Old Father in his heart felt an unspeakable pride.
Once this matter was concluded, the fledgling who had gathered four fortunes could spread her wings and fly alone. It would be time for him to retire. Thinking about it, he actually felt a little reluctant.
“Where are Sister Qin and Ah Lian?”
“No clue! I saw a strange underwater flower over there a moment ago. It looked like some kind of special Spirit Material!”
“Oh?”
Harboring strange thoughts, Ji Shiyu said with a straight face and nonsensical rambling, pulling Yun Liu’s hand and walking in the opposite direction, gradually distancing them from the Babao Qionglou.
Meanwhile, a certain small fry was still crouching in the Seaweed Patch, waiting bitterly, never dreaming that the Little Yellow Hair had actually just left…
“What did the Dazayu say to you?”
“Dazayu?”
Yun Liu smiled and shook his head. Was she referring to Madam Yingluo? Shiyu was still the same as always, loving to give people nicknames.
“She’s asking us to do her a favor, to snatch the Dragon Pearl.”
“She wants us to snatch the Dragon Pearl too?”
Ji Shiyu was puzzled. So many people were fighting over one pig. That wasn’t enough to go around.
Hearing this, Yun Liu knew the Dragon Girl’s favorability quest was also steadily progressing. The infatuated Dragon Girl had scouted so many promising talents, and the Little Yellow Hair was probably her favorite of them all.
“That’s right.”
“Are you planning to go?”
“Why not take a freebie? The half-price Sea Tower Token can let us upgrade our entire equipment set here.”
Mm, and there was also a very suggestive set of Little Yellow Hair–exclusive attire, the Reverse Sea Dragon Scale…
Yun Liu rubbed his chin. Let it be known, he absolutely wasn’t the kind of creepy father who wanted to see his daughter in new clothes.
He didn’t even have his own weapon, and just seeing the Martial Aunt’s Sword Case made him covet it. The sword Sister Qin gave him had been split in half by the Yinglong, and now he didn’t even have a single decent weapon.
Ao Tian nodded vigorously too, a sharp glint in his eyes. The target must be inside the Mirage Sea Market, likely a Child of Destiny.
“Not only am I going, you’re going too. And you can only win, not lose.”
Ji Shiyu patted her chest. “Fighting is my specialty! Since Master says so, I’ll devour that pig for sure!”
But you probably don’t know what devouring a pig means…
Yun Liu opened his mouth, then held back, barely suppressing a laugh.
Luckily, the scourge known as Ji Shiyu (alias) never really existed. Even if the Little Yellow Hair fled the marriage, the Yushen Clan and Qiongxiao Palace could only search the whole world for his “elders,” and ultimately trace it back to the innocent Old Mother Ji.
Thank you, Madam, for your hard work. It’s all for the sake of their mutual daughter, hm.
The restless sea came to a standstill. Walking to the Seabed Cliff and the Anchao Liekou, the surrounding Spiritual energy abruptly sealed shut.
Ao Tian reacted the fastest, instantly transforming into a flash of golden light and merging into Ji Shiyu’s body.
“Enemy attack?”
Clearly, the newcomer’s cultivation was not low, enough to threaten the two of them. Yun Liu and Ji Shiyu’s faces suddenly turned pale.
“Please, hold on.”
A mighty ancient turtle slowly surfaced from the Abyss, its colossal form like a mountain, suffocating to behold.
The giant beast spoke in human tongue, its voice like a great bell.
“And who might you be?”
Yun Liu narrowed his eyes and, without another word, reached for the Spirit Talisman on his Breast. He never left home without carrying at least a hundred or so throwables on him.
The ancient turtle transformed into human form, becoming an old man bearing a shell on his back. It was none other than the Yao Race who had clashed with Madam Yingluo earlier.
The other’s gaze was unkind as he pointed into the darkness below their feet and sneered:
“I am Xuan Kui, under the Dragon King’s Court. You two, Young Masters, come with me!”