The steamed buns and dumplings were stunned by Lan Wanyiâs remarks.
The Sacred Supreme isnât a fool, how could they not distinguish between eight heads and seven?
"Itâs fine, itâs fine. If Master really asks, just say this nine-colored celestial deer was too naughty, tried to escape, and ended up accidentally getting killed by a slap from Senior Brother Qingyuan. I thought it would be too wasteful to just bury it, so I decided to roast it and eat it." As she spoke, Wang Licui poked the nine-colored celestial deer meat with a skewer, saw that it easily pierced through, and her eyes lit up, "Itâs done, we can eat now."
Just as she finished speaking, a bitter laugh was heard approaching leisurely: "Little Junior Sister, how did I, Qingyuan, accidentally offend you to the point where I must bear this blame for no reason?"
As he spoke, a spatial ripple swept across not far away, and soon, a handsome young gentleman stepped out from it, arriving next to Wang Licui.
He was dressed in a green robe with wide sleeves fluttering in the wind, exuding an extraordinary aura. An aura of warm yet vast elemental water surrounded him, like the shimmering ripples on the surface of the ocean under the sunâcalm and gentle, yet undeniably magnificent.
One canât help but feel a sense of goodwill at first sight.
The buns and dumplings were taken aback and hurriedly bowed in salute: "Greetings, Your Highness, Saint Son."
"Ah! Senior Brother Qingyuan is here." Wang Licui was also startled by the sudden appearance of Saint Qingyuan, quickly cutting a piece of deer leg to offer to him, with a hopeful look on her face, "You are Masterâs beloved disciple, and Master dotes on you the most. If you donât bear the blame, who will?"
Saint Qingyuan was both laughing and crying, "I dare not, I dare not. Who dares to claim to be Masterâs beloved disciple in front of Little Junior Sister? Ever since you joined Masterâs sect, he has sighed countless times, saying that passing on the Sacred Map of Cloud Sea to you was too early and missed having the best disciple. Hmm, this nine-colored celestial deer tastes quite good."
He cautiously took a taste, finding the meat fresh, delicate, smooth, and creamyâtruly top-quality meat.
Click, click, Little Junior Sisterâs roasting skills are indeed exceptional.
"Senior Brother Qingyuan, Iâll leave you thirty percent... isnât it fair?" Wang Licui said with a mischievous look.
"Not unfair... but just leave me a few bites to taste. This meat isnât of much benefit to me. Instead, your bloodline will benefit greatly from consuming high-level meat for cultivation," Saint Qingyuan said helplessly, "However, try not to eat Masterâs favorite pets next time. Iâm afraid I might one day be unable to bear the blame and get expelled from the sect by Master."
This nine-colored celestial deerâs tier was high, but for some unknown reason, its spiritual intelligence was incredibly low, only slightly higher than that of a regular wild beast, and its combat power was not high. It was quite an anomaly among spirit beasts. But due to its particularly beautiful appearance, especially when flying or boundingâit seems naturally imbued with a sense of immortalityâitâs quite popular among spirit beast pets.
Raise a few in a Heavenly Abode, and occasionally seeing a nine-colored celestial deer strolling in the woods naturally brings a sense of mystical wonder. Thus, many Heavenly Abodes really like to raise nine-colored celestial deer.
The ones in the Cloud Sea Heavenly Abode were specially bought by the Sacred Supreme and were quite treasured.
If it werenât for Saint Qingyuan, this responsibility might not have been bearable for anyone else.
"Got it, Senior Brother. I wonât eat them all; Iâll leave some for Master to breed." Wang Licui divided the deer meat and then eagerly devoured a piece of the leg, her mouth covered in oil.
After a moment, she finally remembered to ask, "By the way, Senior Brother, why did you come looking for me?"
"Youâeat slower, no oneâs taking it from you. Right now, you donât look like an Immortal at all." Saint Qingyuan took out a cloth and tossed it to her for her to wipe herself, casually asking, "Little Junior Sister, do you have any connection with the Tianrui Sacred Clan of the Si Family?"
Mentioning this, Wang Licuiâs appetite diminished significantly, rolling her eyes, "I have no connection with them."
"Your Highness, Saint Son, I know, I know," Lan Wanyi raised her hand and said, "When we drifted to the Xinluo Immortal Dynasty, we were inexplicably invited to meals by people around, spending decades eating our way through several neighboring Immortal Dynasties and making countless friends. Then we encountered people from the Si Family, who insisted that Sister Licui was their bloodline lost outside and wanted us to go to the Tianrui Si Family to recognize our ancestry."
"It just so happened that the Si Familyâs Old Ancestor was in seclusion at the time; Licui Sisterâs matter of recognition of ancestry was too significant so it was temporarily put on hold. We stayed with the Si Family and made many friends across all the states of the Tianrui Saint Dynasty. Just like that, decades passed. But suddenly, one day, a lad named âSi Wuchouâ jumped out and said he had checked all the genealogies and found no trace of Sister Licuiâs lineage, thus determining that Sister Licui was impersonating the Si Familyâs bloodline to eat and drink for free, and they expelled us from the Si Family."
"Even more damning, Si Wuchou spread it everywhere that we were pretending to be the Si Family bloodline, calling us frauds. Many of our enthusiastic friends would no longer associate with us and would even call us frauds when they saw us. We couldnât make it in the Tianrui Saint Dynasty; those years were tough for us. Luckily a kind-hearted person secretly informed us that the Cloud Sea Heavenly Abode was recruiting disciples, and as long as one gets in thereâs food to eat. As for what happened next, Your Highness Saint Son you already know... And so, we spent several more decades in the Cloud Sea Heavenly Abode."