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Translator: Tamon
Translation Checker: Silavin
It was the dawn of a glorious day, with Chen Changan humming in the temple while he took a hot and relaxing bath.
Outside, Ling Bao’er manned a homemade stove, fanning the flames just right to get the tiger meat stew to cook above the crackling wood. Next to her, a foxtail was swaying.
The water was boiling in the pot, sending an intoxicating aroma of meat that made Ling Bao’er’s eyes glitter as she drooled. “Foxy, the demon tiger meat is so rich that it smells divine.”
Foxy nodded like she understood Ling Bao’er.
“What a shame you can’t change form and enjoy the Golden Core demon meat stew.” Ling Bao’er giggled, teasing.
“Ling Bao’er, what are you doing here? Where’s Li Xiao?” A cold voice demanded.
Three lights landed at the immortal temple, Li Batian’s group. He was glaring at her with a grimace.
[Didn’t Elder Li Xiao capture Nine Swords Sect Leader’s daughter and was on his way to Evil Dragon Den? We were supposed to threaten the Nine Swords Sect Leader with her. What’s she doing all the way over here?]
Ling Bao’er jumped in fright at their appearance, paling after recognizing them.
She cried out and ran for the temple. “Master, master, this is bad, really bad! Evil Dragon Den is here for revenge!”
Ling Bao’er’s panicked cries echoed in the temple, then ran out soon after while covering her eyes. She tripped on the doorframe and fell flat on her back.
*Bang!*
Li Batian’s group: “…”
“Oww, that hurt.” Ling Bao’er stood up and whined, but the image inside the temple was ingrained in her mind and went beet-red.
“Ling Bao’er, have Li Xiao inside the temple come out now!” Li Batian growled.
There was no way Ling Bao’er had the strength to escape from Li Xiao. He must’ve brought her here. Li Batian dared to believe Li Xiao tried making off with the immortal treasure.
Ling Bao’er did not reply. She knew Li Batian, the boss of Evil Dragon Den, was in the same cultivation realm as her father.
[No matter how tough, he can’t beat Master.]
“Master, are you there? Evil Dragon Den is here for revenge!” Ling Bao’er shouted.
Li Batian frowned. [Does that mean Li Xiao isn’t the one inside the temple?]
He brought his two Elders closer.
Ling Bao’er grew restless. “Master, come out! Evil Dragon Den is about to attack!”
She had no way of dealing with them, they were out of her league. As they approached, she grew more and more frantic.
“This place…” Qiu Qiantu arrived with his group, sensing the change around the immortal temple and squinted. He observed the verdant vegetation around the temple and the sacred fig, filled with spiritual energy and brimming with vitality. This was paradise!
[I never knew Soaring Immortal Mountain had such a wondrous place.]
“That spiritual herb has gained consciousness!” Qiu Qiantu gasped, staring at the foxtail in shock.
The foxtail cowered under their violent auras, fleeing in fear behind Ling Bao’er.
Qiu Qiantu’s eyes burned, his mind set. “For a spiritual herb to have gained consciousness, this land must be at 5th grade or above. We must take Soaring Immortal Mountain for Ghost Skull Sect!”
Li Batian’s power exploded, filled with bloodthirst, “Sect Leader Qiu, this place is mine! Take a hike!”
Not to be outdone, Qiu Qiantu unleashed his own might, pressing back the enemy with a cold shout. “Li Batian, this is something you don’t get to decide!”
Evil Dragon Den and Ghost Skull Sect were at odds and about to draw blood when a cool voice came from the temple.
“You’re fighting over a place without asking its owner?”
The two snapped their eyes on the immortal temple. To expropriate the rights to this sanctuary, they first had to see with whom they were dealing here.
Ling Bao’er eased a breath, [Master’s out at last.]
Chen Changan wore a loose Daoist robe as he walked out of the temple. The robe was exclusive to Eternity Coven, but Chen Changan never tried wearing it in the open before. Now though, all his fears were washed away with the coming of the Absolute Domain System.
“Master, you’re finally out!” Ling Bao’er brought Foxy over, covering behind him.
Chen Changan patted Ling Bao’er’s small head. “I told you to wait outside, but you just had to come in.
Ling Bao’er blushed, stammering, “Master, I-I forgot.”
He flicked her forehead, “The next time you don’t listen, I’ll leave you behind.”
“Right.” Ling Bao’er bobbed her head.
