Chapter 175

One night, Zhang Fan and Ba Ke Er, husband and wife, fell asleep one after another. When they opened their eyes again, what they saw was no longer their own ceiling.

Zhang Fan looked at the splendid and magnificent hall, and understood in his heart. Although Ba Ke Er had never seen such a scene, he also appeared unusually composed, showing no sign of stage fright.

Regarding Ba Ke Er's performance, Zhang Fan naturally saw it, nodded silently, and said to Ba Ke Er: 'Ba Ke Er, you probably haven't been here before, right? This is the Beast God's hall!'

Ba Ke Er blinked his eyes, looking at Zhang Fan with surprise, 'What? This is the hall? How did I end up in the hall? Fan Fan, you're the Divine Envoy, aren't you? How could I also be summoned?'

Just as Ba Ke Er's words fell, Zhang Fan hadn't even had time to respond before he was interrupted by a voice that suddenly appeared.

'That's right, only Zhang Fan is the Divine Envoy appointed by this Beast God, but this Beast God, considering you as the Divine Envoy's companion who has repeatedly assisted the Divine Envoy in completing tasks, has therefore summoned you here! Hurry up and thank this Beast God!'

Before the voice had even faded, a handsome man in a crescent-white long robe appeared within Zhang Fan and Ba Ke Er's sight.

'Enough! Stop bullying him! He's just an honest person—why would the Beast God summon him?!'

Just as Ba Ke Er was about to bow to the Beast God, Zhang Fan suddenly stepped forward and supported Ba Ke Er's body as he was about to kneel.

'Fan Fan, what are you doing? Isn't he the Beast God? Otherwise, why would you be so disrespectful to him?'

After being stopped by Zhang Fan, Ba Ke Er couldn't help but doubt the identity of the Beast God.

'Hey! Hey! Okay! You two lovebirds are being all lovey-dovey here—can't you spare a thought for this lonely bachelor's feelings? Dear Fan Fan, don't you know I was just rejected by my dear Xiao Yue Yue? Ow! Ow! Ow!'

Hearing the Beast God wailing and howling on the side, Ba Ke Er wondered if he had misseen or misheard something—after all, that's the Beast God! Legends say he is wise and mighty, powerful in magic, tall and formidable, aren't they?

How did he end up like this—fond of wailing and howling, petty and narrow-minded? Are the elders in the Tribe lying? Oh! If that's really the case, then I'll never believe the legends again!

Beast God, after sensing what Ba Ke Er had in mind, immediately collected his emotions, expressionless and inscrutable, said: "Hey! Fan Fan, you forgot to tell your man that I can sense his thoughts?"

Upon hearing that, Ba Ke Er was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and instantly his fur stood on end.

"What? Fan Fan? He can still sense what we're thinking? That's amazing! What should I do? I just said a lot of bad things about him in my heart!"

Zhang Fan looked at the somewhat flustered Ba Ke Er, patted his chest, and comforted him: "It's fine, Ba Ke Er; the Beast God's heart is broad indeed—he won't hold this against you! You agree, right, Beast God?"

As he spoke, Zhang Fan turned his gaze onto the Beast God, looking at him with a hostile look.

The Beast God, feeling Zhang Fan's gaze upon him, got goosebumps. He cleared his throat a few times, then put on a serious face and said to Ba Ke Er: "That's right! I'm the Beast God—I wouldn't bother you over such a trifle!"

Having said that, the Beast God stepped forward, supported Zhang Fan's arm, and said with a grin: "Come, come, come! Please take your seat, expectant husband! Hahaha!"

Looking at the Beast God's smug grin, Zhang Fan constantly felt the urge to reach out and give him a beating.

Who would have thought? Upon sensing Zhang Fan's thoughts, the Beast God smirked even more and even started provoking him with words.

"Hahaha… How does it feel to be pregnant? Expectant husband? Speaking of which, you're the only one among all the Divine Envoys who got pregnant this early! How is it? Aren't you grateful to me? Hahaha… Don't be polite! I know you're grateful to me! So, go ahead and prepare some tasty food for me!"

"Ah! How can an expectant husband resort to violence? That's completely wrong! Think about it—this is prenatal education! If your child in your belly is influenced by you and learns to hit people at such a young age, what will become of them when they grow up?!"

Ba Ke Er watched the Beast God muttering to himself, feeling bewildered, whereas Zhang Fan was different—he knew every word the Beast God spoke was about him, yet he couldn't well retort.

All he could do was glare at the Beast God with a sinister look, forcing a smile while saying: "Heh, damn, I'm a grown man who got stuffed with a bun for no reason—should I even thank you, damn it? I'm telling you, it's already dark out; how are you still day‑dreaming?"

"Hahaha! The sky in the divine realm isn't dark yet, you know! Can't you let me think a bit more about pleasant things?"

The Beast God heard those sarcastic words and, instead of getting angry, actually laughed. He showed no extra emotion beyond amusement at Zhang Fan's remark.

Ba Ke Er stood aside, watching his beloved female mate argue with the Beast God, unable to get a word in edgewise, and he felt somewhat troubled. He furrowed his brow and walked to the side, silent.

Only after Zhang Fan was led by the Beast God to sit on the chair in front of the divine throne did he notice that something was off with Ba Ke Er.

"Ba Ke Er, Ba Ke Er, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? Come, sit down quickly!"

Just as Zhang Fan finished speaking, the Beast God laughed from the side.

Seeing the Beast God laughing heartlessly, Zhang Fan grew somewhat annoyed: "Don't you see he's uncomfortable? How can you still laugh?"

Who would have thought? Upon hearing Zhang Fan's words, the Beast God laughed even more gleefully.

"Hahaha! Is there even a need to ask where he's uncomfortable? Isn't it obvious he's putting on a 'I'm feeling bad, come comfort me' act? And you're supposed to be his pillow‑mate! Humph!"

Having said that, the Beast God added a cold snort. After giving the Beast God a white‑eye look, Zhang Fan's expression suddenly changed, and he gently said to Ba Ke Er: "We don't need to mind him; he's just a lonely old man who's lived half his life alone!"

The Beast God's laughter cut off the moment he heard Zhang Fan call him an old man. He stopped clowning around and instead asked solemnly: "Fan Fan, do you really think I'm… old? I'm only two thousand five hundred years old—I'm in my prime!"

Ba Ke Er's tightly furrowed brows, upon hearing the Beast God say he was two thousand five hundred years old, couldn't stay restrained—he burst out laughing with a "pfft".

Seeing Ba Ke Er's worried frown replaced by a smile, Zhang Fan also smiled faintly and gave the Beast God a grateful glance.

After laughing, the Beast God also regained his composure, made a hand seal, flew to his own seat, and sat down.

Ba Ke Er watched the Beast God rise into the air without using wings, which amazed him greatly; he widened his eyes, staring at the Beast God for fear of missing anything, while also pondering what kind of beastman the Beast God actually was.

After all, there is no record of the Beast God's species in any beastman tribe, not even in legend.

Looking at Ba Ke Er's current state, Zhang Fan didn't say much; he simply sat quietly beside him, smiling as he gazed at his face.

After sensing Ba Ke Er's thoughts, the Beast God slightly parted his lips, gave a faint smile, and with a solemn expression said to Ba Ke Er:

"Don't waste your few brain cells any longer! After all, I'm not a beastman, so how could there be any record of what kind of beastman tribe I belong to? In fact, I was born a divine being. As for why I'm willing to manage the beastman planet—well, it's simply because I have a fondness for animals."

Having said that, the Beast God didn't want to say more. Seeing this, Ba Ke Er also didn't feel right to keep pressing, for as Zhang Fan said, everyone has an experience they cannot speak of.

Zhang Fan saw the Beast God's now‑serious demeanor and felt as if something had been resolved, yet also as if he'd forgotten something, but he couldn't recall what.

And just as Zhang Fan was struggling to remember what it was, he lowered his head and saw the Yu pan zhi on his right thumb—only then did he recall what he had forgotten.

"Beast God, I remember when you first gave me the Yu pan zhi and the medicinal herbs, you gave me a task: to figure out how to let the tribe's members safely pass through the Beast Tide Month, and you said that upon completing the task you would give me a mysterious great gift!"

Having said that, Zhang Fan couldn't help but stand up and slowly walk toward the Beast God's position.

"You say, I've already completed this task, so… when will I be able to receive this mysterious great gift?"

Upon hearing Zhang Fan's words, the Beast God then recalled the purpose for having summoned Zhang Fan and his spouse today.

"Hahaha… This mysterious great gift~" Listening to the Beast God deliberately draw out the syllable, Zhang Fan inexplicably got a bad premonition. And upon hearing the Beast God's following words, Zhang Fan realized just how accurate his premonition was!

He couldn't help but think: If only he had such accurate premonitions back on Earth, he'd have won who knows how many lotteries by now!

All he heard was the Beast God shaking his head and swaying his body as he said: "This mysterious great gift! Far in the heavens, near at hand!"

Upon hearing that, Zhang Fan thought the mysterious great gift must be on the Beast God himself! He was about to reach out and touch the Beast God, when Ba Ke Er held him back.

"Fan Fan! Calm down! We can't just go beating up the Beast God! Sure, he does deserve a beating, but we should first get the matter clear before we act—it's never too late!"

Upon hearing that, Zhang Fan knew Ba Ke Er had misunderstood; he rolled his eyes at Ba Ke Er, face darkened with black lines, and said: "Who said I wanted to hit him?! I'm trying to find my mysterious great gift on his body! Get out of the way! Don't get in my hand's way!"

Having said that, Zhang Fan shoved Ba Ke Er aside and lunged at the Beast God once again.

He never expected to end up grasping at empty air! Seeing the Beast God already leap one zhang away, Zhang Fan furrowed his brows, looking at the Beast God's disdainful face.

"Where's the promised mysterious grand gift? Why aren't you bringing it out now? Are you trying to go back on your word?"

The Beast God twitched the corner of his mouth, said with a face full of black lines: "What? Going back on my word? Do you think I, the Beast God, am that kind of person? When have I ever not kept my word? Just ask around in the Puff Divine Realm and you'll know I, the Beast God, am not that kind of person!"

Besides, wasn't the mysterious grand gift already given to you months ago? Why are you coming to me for it again now?

Upon hearing the Beast God say that, Zhang Fan suddenly thought of something, and his gaze began to shift to his own belly. He twitched the corner of his mouth, somewhat uncertainly asking, "You said the mysterious grand gift—could it be, this?"

As he spoke, Zhang Fan's hand unconsciously pointed to his own slightly bulging abdomen.

Seeing how obvious Zhang Fan was, the Beast God nodded in satisfaction. He calmly said, "Exactly! That's it!"