Chapter 128

Dead dog, your fate is truly good, unexpectedly you managed to climb onto Yang Zhu.

Li Heishui watched the shocking scene in midair, then glanced at the Black Emperor, couldn't help muttering.

"My vision has always been excellent."

Hearing that, the Black Emperor arrogantly raised his head, unusually not arguing with the other party.

"Eeh ya ya!"

The golden little qilin ran out from Yang Zhu's body, like a little elf, its big eyes curiously sizing up Ye Fan.

"Are you hungry?"

Hearing the little creature's gurgling, Yang Zhu could only take out a fist-sized divine source to feed it, but this little thing is not even as big as the divine source, basically cannot put it in its mouth.

Yang Zhu shattered the divine source into grains, each the size of a soybean, just right for it to swallow one grain at a time.

"Burp~"

After eating two grains, the little qilin let out a satisfied burp, then, content, it lay on Yang Zhu's shoulder, half-asleep; even so, it kept murmuring softly in its mouth.

"Do you want to keep following me?" Yang Zhu, hearing its meaning, couldn't help but laugh: "But little guy, do you know that each time you evolve, you will forget the memories of your previous life? How will you remember then?"

Upon hearing that, the little qilin instantly woke up, sprang up, chirping nonstop, its little mouth still tightly biting the corner of Yang Zhu's clothes.

"You……"

Yang Zhu was speechless; this divine silkworm actually wanted a drop of his blood, then to fuse its laws into his own soul.

In this way it would leave Yang Zhu's mark; no matter how it transforms, it will always remember.

"Fine, fine, here you go."

Yang Zhu sighed helplessly; the divine silkworm had really latched onto him, determined to follow him.

Since birth, Yang Zhu had never been injured in battle; instead, he always cut his own fingers. Now it's fine—he will have to give another drop.

"Ee-yah!"

The little qilin swallowed the purple-gold blood in one gulp; instantly its whole body burst with divine light, inhaling and exhaling seven-colored auspiciousness, its body becoming ever more crystalline and translucent.

The little fellow's eyes grew dazed, its steps wobbly, it looked about to fall over, as if drunk.

How precious the blood of the Saint Body Dao Embryo is, and it is even the blood of a great emperor—drop after drop crystalline and translucent, containing the grand Dao's laws and vast life essence; a single drop can rival a holy medicine! Its extremely rich fragrance immerses the heart and spleen, almost making the divine silkworm get drunk to death.

Afterward, the creature fell into a deep sleep, and Yang Zhu had no choice but to put it away safely.

Several hours passed quietly; when the dawn broke and shone upon this red land, the stellar power gradually withdrew, and everything returned to calm.

Ye Fan's eyes snapped open; a golden blood energy shot up and pierced the heavens, his whole body like a war god, his mighty aura causing those below to change color.

The stellar power of one night could match a hundred million catties of source, all extremely pure and refined, enabling the ancient holy body to break through two levels in succession, entering the third stage of the Four Extremes!

"Yang Zhu……"

Ye Fan was overwhelmed with emotion, staring at Yang Zhu for a long time unable to speak.

First he helped repair my Dao wounds, saving my life which had only half a year left; then he aided me in breaking through two levels consecutively—such kindness is like a rebirth! "I, Ye Fan, will never forget this in this life or the next!"

At this moment, verbal thanks seemed powerless; Ye Fan performed a respectful salute, etching this great favor deep in his heart.

"If there is ever a need, he will certainly not hesitate!" "The ancient holy body's Dao wounds have been healed, and the shackles broken; henceforth anyone who dares to act against it must be wary threefold."

People sighed, knowing that from today onward Ye Fan is no longer the ancient holy body that everyone dared to look down on; even as an enemy, they would give him three points of respect.

The ancient holy body is also called the human race's holy body; it has repeatedly turned the tide, making indelible contributions to humanity.

The ancient holy body must not be insulted! Yang Zhu said nothing, merely gave a slight nod; he knew Ye Fan's character better than anyone.

"Fellow Daoist Yang Zhu!"

At that moment, an old, resonant voice came from afar; Yang Zhu turned to see an elderly man with completely white hair hurrying over. "I am Jiang Yi, the Supreme Elder of the Jiang family. You enabled the God King to be reborn, granting great kindness to my Jiang clan; today I have come specially to invite you, for the God King has long wished to meet you!"

Though the elder was a Supreme Elder of an ancient aristocratic family, he put on no airs; his attitude toward Yang Zhu was extremely respectful and courteous.

It turned out that after God King Jiang Taixu recovered, he had stayed in the Divine City for some days, then went out to travel, while also searching for Yang Zhu's whereabouts.

"I naturally know the God King's goodwill, but I have pressing matters to attend to; please convey my regards to the God King—I will visit again soon."

Yang Zhu politely declined, just as he said, because he had more important matters to attend to.

"Alright, then I won't disturb you further, Fellow Daoist." After Jiang Yi bowed again, he departed.

"I still have business, so I'll take my leave now."

After returning below, Yang Zhu simply bade farewell to Ye Fan and the others, then took the Yaochi Holy Maiden and the Black Emperor away.

"Ah… I have long wanted to share a hearty drink with you, but the opportunity never arose."

The Crown Prince of Xia felt great regret; he had long wished to sit down with Yang Zhu for a hearty drink, to talk heart-to-heart about the Dao, and to befriend such a person.

Yet whenever Yang Zhu appeared, he would soon depart in haste, but each time he was stunningly magnificent, radiating supreme elegance.

Whether battling Ji Haoyue, slaying the Holy Child of the Yin-Yang Sect, exploring the Li Cheng ancient tomb, or last night healing Ye Fan's Dao wounds, each was equally shocking.

He is like a divine dragon that shows its head but not its tail, giving people a profound sense of mystery.

"What a coincidence, Elder Brother Yang Zhu, the poor Daoist has come again."

Not long after leaving the Divine City, that fellow Duan De somehow sprang out from somewhere, his face full of springtime cheer as he greeted us.

"You damn fatty, didn't you just discover an ancient ruin? Why are you running over here?" the Black Emperor asked, puzzled.

"Can't rush; the poor Daoist needs to observe for a while longer, only moving in when I have greater confidence."

Duan De bore the air of an expert, seeming to be strategizing behind the scenes.

"Seeing Elder Brother Yang Zhu leave in haste, there must be some major event; the poor Daoist thought to come lend a hand."

The unscrupulous Daoist patted his chest and abdomen, presenting a righteous and resolute bearing.

"Woof! You think you can hide it from this Emperor? With your urinating nature, this Emperor already knows—you just want to tag along for a freebie, right!"

The big black dog was extremely sharp; it instantly saw through the other's intent and immediately bared its teeth.

These two rascals had previously teamed up, opening many ruins and looting many places, gaining quite a few treasures, yet they often quarreled over the split of the loot, leading to frequent fights.

Three months ago, they were even pursued jointly by multiple forces for over half a month, during which many disciples and elders were deployed.

But after half a month, the two were still lively and vigorous, even turning around and screwing those people over badly, resulting in heavy casualties.

A person and a dog joined forces, their deeds so wicked they smoked, making people hear the news and lose courage, hating them to the point of itching teeth.

"What kind of person is Daoist Priest? I and Yang Zhu have a life-and-death friendship!"

Duan De swore solemnly, thinking back to when he was in the Wanlong Nest…

My life was hanging by a thread, Yang Zhu stepped in to save me—no problem!

"No problem, it's just one more person."

Yang Zhu didn't mind, after all he had exchanged with Duan De for the Heaven-Swallowing Magic Cover, gaining some benefit.

"How has Hua Yunfei been lately?"

After saying that, he looked toward the Yaochi Holy Maiden; the important matter he spoke of was about Hua Yunfei.

(End of chapter)