Chapter 52: Doraemon

Not far away, a mutated wolf, twice the size of an ordinary wild wolf, had just killed a Tibetan antelope and froze in place at the sudden noise.

Its ice-blue eyes widened in shock, dropping the prey onto the snow; but it quickly snatched it back up.

Unlike normal wolves, this mutated beast was covered in snow-white fur, with ice-crystal-like bone spines growing along its spine, limbs thickened several times over, and claws deeply embedded in the frozen earth.

Ye Xuan slowly rose to his feet, his crimson visor locking onto the mutated wolf, and after sensing the spiritual energy within it, his expression turned slightly surprised.

“Its spiritual energy isn’t weaker than Lu Jing’s?”

“Pure talent? Or did it consume some kind of heavenly treasure?”

Leaving talent aside, Ye Xuan didn’t know the difference in spiritual affinity between Lu Jing and this mutated wolf, but Lu Jing’s current level of spiritual energy came not just from talent—he also had the Spirit Energy Tonic provided by the Tian Shu Bureau, which this wolf obviously didn’t.

Either its talent was more than double Lu Jing’s, or it had consumed some kind of heavenly treasure.

Ye Xuan naturally leaned toward the latter.

After all, he was a holder of the Celestial Treasures; though theoretically, “possessing a Celestial Treasure” and “having great innate talent” were unrelated, from the perspective of fate, those who obtained Celestial Treasures carried significant weight in the world’s balance—and their innate talent shouldn’t be weak.

At the very least, it was impossible for just any mutated wolf to rival Lu Jing.

As for why he used Lu Jing as the benchmark instead of Gu Che or Lin Ruoxi, it was because Lu Jing had the weakest spiritual energy among them—even weaker than Shen Qingyao.

Of course, the others weren’t much stronger than him; the gap was small, which was why he believed Lu Jing’s cultivation talent couldn’t be low.

“It seems the number of heavenly treasures nurtured by the Kunlun Mountains is far greater than I imagined.”

“By the way, can the characters manifested by the Rat Talisman use real-world herbs to brew pills useful to me?”

Ye Xuan fell into thought.

The mutated wolf now stared fixedly at the sudden appearance of this golden, majestic figure; for some reason, seeing him triggered an instinctive fear deep within its mind—it clenched its teeth, and the blood from its prey trickled down its fangs into its mouth.

The warm blood gradually dispelled its fear, replaced by a fierce glare.

“Awooo! Awooo! Awooo!”

Though its growls were muffled by the prey in its mouth, the threat in them remained undiminished.

The ice spines along its back rose one by one, its front paws gouged deep furrows into the frozen ground—it was clearly ready for battle.

Ye Xuan was pulled from his thoughts by the piercing howl, his brow slightly furrowed.

“What’s all that gibberish?”

He raised a palm and struck.

“Boom!”

A deafening explosion tore through the air; a violent shockwave erupted instantly, and the mutated wolf had no time to react before its entire body was blasted away.

“Crash!”

The mutated wolf landed heavily dozens of meters away on the snow, instantly silent.

Ye Xuan retracted his hand, his crimson visor scanning the wolf’s corpse.

“Noisy.”

The Emperor Armor on his body dissolved into golden specks, gradually separating and coalescing beside him.

Ye Xuan placed the Doraemon figurine on the snow, then pulled out the Rat Talisman; a soft glow enveloped the figurine.

“Ye Xuan?”

As the light faded, Doraemon’s eyes instantly came alive; sensing the surrounding air, his round body instinctively shuddered, glancing curiously around the endless white snowfields.

“Where is this?”

“Mount Kunlun.”

Ye Xuan said casually.

Having been manifested before, Doraemon knew this wasn’t his world, and that he was now merely a figurine.

But perhaps because his original design was that of a robot, he accepted it more easily—after a brief surprise, he paid it no further mind, even happily watching his own anime.

“Mount Kunlun? Why are you here?”

Doraemon scratched his head in confusion, then noticed the Emperor Armor figurine lying nearby, drained of power.

“Should I put this in my pocket?”

“Yes, thank you.”

Ye Xuan nodded; though this was precisely why he had summoned Doraemon.

“Afterward, memorize this location—you can use the Anywhere Door to return and watch your anime.”

“Open it again at six p.m. I’ll come back with you then.”

This was why Ye Xuan carried nothing else—just Doraemon. With the Anywhere Door, why bring luggage? He wasn’t going survivalist.

The Anywhere Door’s ability was limited—it required a clear mental impression of the destination; otherwise, he wouldn’t even need the Emperor Steed.

He’d never been to Mount Kunlun before—what impression could he have?

Now there was no problem: if he recorded this place with the Anywhere Door, he could return directly anytime.

Hearing Ye Xuan’s words, Doraemon’s eyes lit up; his round hand slapped his chest with a solid “thump-thump.”

“Leave it to me!”

His voice was eager—and he truly was.

Last time Ye Xuan manifested him, he’d only watched a small part of his episodes with Daisuke; though he desperately wanted to keep watching, he’d never dared ask, knowing Ye Xuan often needed to summon other things.

Now that Ye Xuan needed his help, he’d certainly give his best.

After placing the Emperor Armor in his fourth-dimensional pocket, Doraemon immediately pulled out a pink Anywhere Door and, thoughtfully, withdrew a miniature surveillance camera from his pocket and set it on the snow:

“This will continuously monitor the surroundings—I can see it from my end.”

“Then I’ll head back now? I’ll be back precisely at six!”

Ye Xuan nodded, watching Doraemon happily dart through the Anywhere Door, his blue form vanishing within the pink frame; as the door closed, Ye Xuan turned his gaze to the surrounding snow.

After slaying the mutated wolf, while in Emperor Armor form, he had actively sensed spiritual energy fluctuations within a several-kilometer radius.

Undeniably, compared to Hangcheng’s Wuyin Mountains, the mutated beasts here in the Kunlun Mountains were not only far more numerous, but also clearly stronger by a full tier.

In his perception, at least twenty distinct spiritual energy signatures scattered nearby, several of them exceptionally potent—stronger even than the mutated wolf he’d just killed.

“I hope you won’t disappoint me.”

The next two chapters will introduce a new Celestial Treasure—feel free to guess what it is. Hint: the Kami of a new world.

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