Chapter 629: Myriad Magics of Daybreak; Erniu’s Big Event (part 1)

Chapter 629: Myriad Magics of Daybreak; Erniu’s Big Event (part 1)

In the Bitter Life Mountains, the blood-colored light spread from the horizon, indicating that the red moon was coming. As a result, living beings lost control over the wickedness in their hearts, allowing slaughter and chaos to spread. However, there was one very small city on the edge of the mountains where things had been warm and welcoming from the very beginning. People smiled at each other without any sense of hostility. In fact, everyone seemed friendly.

About half of the citizens were actually subordinates of Li Youfei. Because they knew of the Heir Apparent’s magnanimity, they had stayed behind. The other half of the cultivators came from other locales.

There were some outsiders who stormed into the city full of madness. However, after sensing the kind atmosphere of the place, they rejected wicked thoughts and embraced the beauty.

Looking around at the bustling streets, the Heir Apparent sighed. “The coziness here is a tiny window into what things were like when my father was alive. All species lived in joy and harmony.”

Princess Brightblossom, clad in a white robe, looked at the crowds and nodded. She could tell that the Heir Apparent truly did like this place.

A gleam of reminiscence could be seen in Fifth Sister’s eyes. Compared to being sealed for countless years of time, even just being back and able to see a small corner of the world brought a scrap of warmth to her cold heart.

Meanwhile, the burly Eighth Sib wasn’t able to keep his mouth shut. “You call this place cozy, big brother? Everything down to the blades of grass here is full of your power. They all react according to your moods. Every gust of the breeze. Every dancing blade of grass....”

The Heir Apparent’s expression turned down as he glared in irritation at his Eighth Sib. Princess Brightblossom turned to look at him as well, her gaze cold. Even Fifth Sister was frowning at him. The combined gazes of his three siblings caused the burly Eighth Sib to shiver and inhale sharply. Suddenly looking very ingratiating, he transformed his appearance into that of an old man.

“What a great place! So cozy! I love it!”

Face completely expressionless, the Heir Apparent continued leading them through the city. Princess Brightblossom and Fifth Sister looked away. Eighth Sib breathed a sigh of relief. The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

Xu Qing, meanwhile, took note of the relationship between these sons and daughters of an Imperial Sovereign.

Princess Brightblossom ranks highest, but the Heir Apparent isn’t far off from her. However, they both defer to Fifth Sister. And then there’s Eighth Sib....

He thought back to what he had seen with divine sense: Eighth Sib being beaten up.

He must rank similarly to Ning Yan.

With that in mind, he hurried forward to be close to Princess Brightblossom and Fifth Sister. As they got close to the Green Spirit Pharmacy, Xu Qing caught sight of Wu Jianwu and Patriarch Inkrule. A new type of poetry soon reached their ears.

“Ten heavens, nine earths, eight winds, seven seas, six daos, five elements, buy before we run out; one coming, two going, three pills, four peaces, five spirits, six classics, no discounts but we’ll still sell out!”

During his time spent outside the Green Spirit Pharmacy recently, Wu Jianwu had been experimenting with many different forms of poetry. His latest creations were doing a good job of drumming up business from the passersby.

Patriarch Inkrule had seemingly accepted his fate. He stood there looking bored to death and spending most of his time trying to come up with a way to escape. Being a patient person, he hadn’t done anything rash, and had instead been observing his surroundings closely. He had already started to notice some things he thought he could use to his advantage, and had been thinking hard about how to make them part of his plan. When he noticed a group of people walking toward the medicine shop, he shivered and plastered a servile look onto his face. Then, he prepared to copy some of Wu Jianwu’s poetry. However....

That was when he realized that there were two old women walking with the Heir Apparent, one dressed in white, the other black. Just looking at the white-robed grandma caused Patriarch Inkrule’s mind to reel.

“Bred by him?” Eighth Sib looked curiously at Wu Jianwu outside, then pulled the parrot a bit closer to examine.

The parrot shivered, and his eyes shone with terror. He wasn’t even capable of struggling as he looked at the scary old man that was holding him. That old man seemed like a burning oven who could incinerate the parrot with a mere thought.

Ning Yan trembled as he continued to scrub the floor like usual. Similar to Wu Jianwu, he could only look at the Heir Apparent and his siblings with outright disbelief.

They’re all... they’re all Smoldering Gods? Here in this medicine shop?

Li Youfei had long since dropped trembling to his knees.

Compared to all of them, Nethersprite seemed very cool and collected.

Although she was slightly surprised by Princess Brightblossom and the other two, it only took a moment for her to regain her composure. After all, there wasn’t much difference between waiting on one Smoldering God and waiting on four Smoldering Gods. In the end, she was just boiling water. What she cared most about was her revulsion for and hatred of the Captain.

As for the Captain, he looked excited. Making sure to place a look of ingratiating flattery on his face, he rushed out and dropped to his knees.

“Grandpa! You’re back, sir! Thanks to the parrot’s squawking earlier, I guessed that you would be coming back today. This is amazing, sir! Nice to meet you, grandmas, grandpa.” Ducking his head repeatedly, the Captain bowed at the waist and made sure to keep his tone as charming as possible. Inside he was trembling. After all, he had previously predicted that something like this would happen, yet he hadn’t considered that Xu Qing would bring back a total of four Smoldering Gods. Is he feeling suicidal or something...?

Eighth Sib turned his attention away from the parrot. Looking the Captain up and down, he said, “Big Brother, why do you have a god bastard here? And why is this aura so familiar? Years ago, when I still had a bit of consciousness in me, I remember a cultivator with a similar aura coming to the door in which I was sealed. I would bang the door, and in response, he would knock on it. He was very shifty-looking.” Staring fixedly at the Captain, Eighth Sib asked, “Was that you?”

The Captain blinked a few times and was about to respond, but before he could, Fifth Sister spoke in a cold voice.

“Years ago, someone used something like a sacrificial dance to send some divine will into my prison and make some unreasonable demands. I ate him.”

Upon hearing their conversation, Ning Yan inhaled sharply. Outside the shop, Wu Jianwu’s face went blank with astonishment. And Xu Qing eyed the Captain deeply. The Captain’s heart was pounding.

“Erniu, have you been up to the same crazy antics in recent years?” the Heir Apparent said coolly.

The Captain shook his head vigorously. “Grandpa, you yourself have seen how well I’ve been behaving.... This is definitely a misunderstanding!”

The Heir Apparent smiled mysteriously but didn’t dig any further into the topic. Instead, he led his brother and sisters to the spot where he usually sat. As they settled down, Nethersprite hurried over with the kettle, which she used to prepare four cups of tea.

Princess Brightblossom picked up her cup, took a sip, then looked around. She nodded. “This place is nice.”

Fifth Sister looked around the medicine shop, taking in Ning Yan and the others. She also nodded. “How wonderful to be young.”

Eighth Sib took a sip of tea. “As long as you two like it, that’s what counts!”

Everyone in the medicine shop trembled in fear as the day passed.