C9 Language of Beasts

How could Qing Bai have expected that everything he had done would be in vain, and that he would even push the story in an unpredictable direction?

He felt relaxed now, thinking about what he would eat when he got down the hill, and how he would use his beauty and intelligence to attract the attention of girls, preferably a pretty girl who would sell herself to bury her father, and the two of them would create a soul-stirring cultivation love story.

But Qing Bai realized that he seemed to have... gone in the wrong direction. Why were the trees growing more and more lush, and the people becoming fewer and fewer?

When he saw the symbol of the Misty Forest, Qing Bai finally accepted the fact that he had gone in the wrong direction. The White Cloud Abbey was so big that he didn't even know the north, south, east, and west.

Well, it would be nice to go to the Mist Forest, where you could have all kinds of barbecues, and it would be nice to meet a beautiful girl who got lost in the forest, and the two of them were in the middle of nowhere...

Hehehe...

Qing Bai entered the forest with impure thoughts. He caught a pheasant and roasted it over the fire. His heart was filled with the first love encounter after eating and drinking his fill, so he did not notice the shrinking circle at all.

Animal A: Who is he? I've never seen him before.

Animal B: Who cares who he is? He looks very weak. What's the use?

Animal C: If he can come in, he's definitely not a mortal. Although he's too weak, it's hard to say if he doesn't know some big shots, maybe he can help us.

...

The Misty Forest was a place for cultivators to cultivate. Other than the Inner Peak disciples, no one else was allowed to enter. There were rare divine beasts hidden in the Misty Forest, and the spiritual force hidden in the depths of the forest was extremely strong. Even if a few people were lucky enough to see one, they would not be able to return it alive.

Qing Bai: Who can tell me what the hell is that group of people approaching me? Can't they whisper quietly? Do they think I'm deaf?

Animal D: Eh? What is he doing? It looks delicious.

Animal W: It smells so good. I haven't eaten for a long time. Let's catch him.

Qing Bai: What the hell are they? Should I use my ultimate skill to tell them how powerful the White Cloud Abbey Taoist Priest Qing is?

Just as he was thinking, a ball broke through the encirclement and landed beside Qing Bai's fire at the speed of a rocket. Qing Bai immediately heard the noise of escape:

Hurry up and leave, hurry up and leave, he's coming, he's coming.

Don't block my way, damn it, who stepped on my tail?

Ah, who pulled my hair? Who hid in my neck?

...

What was going on? Qing Bai looked at the ball curiously, but he found that it was gradually stretching its curled limbs. When he looked again, it was clearly Ling Yu.

The Ling Yu in the book was the same as Qing Bai, both of them supporting roles. The main part of the play was that when Ting Ao unified the Devil Realm and tried to expand his territory, Ling Yu used the condition of protecting the Merfolk from invasion to help Ting Ao kill a lot of people. Qing Bai found it hard to imagine that the soft and sweet child would become a cold-blooded and heartless person in the future.

But the hero was a poor little boy, and he was going to be a stallion soon, and he was going to rule the world.

"Martial Uncle, Martial Uncle," Seeing that Qing Bai did not speak and was looking at him with a strange gaze, Ling Yu immediately used his killing move, "acting spoiled," "Why is Martial Uncle here?"

"Uh, Martial Uncle is lost. Don't worry about me for now." Qing Bai immediately changed the topic, "But you, why are the animals here so afraid of you? What did you do here?"

He continued to act coquettishly, "I don't have a Martial Uncle, I didn't do anything here."

"But I clearly heard them say that you..."

Who did they say that they were Spirit Beasts? Ling Yu squinted his eyes in Qing Bai's arms. Martial Uncle Qing's cultivation had just recovered to the Foundation Establishment stage, and the Spirit Beasts used the language of beasts to talk to each other. Those who were not Spirit Beasts could not understand it, so how did they understand it? When Martial Uncle woke up, his temperament had changed. Even his smell had changed.

The Merfolk were a special Spirit Beast. Before they reached adulthood, they had the upper hand. They relied on their sense of smell to make friends and kill enemies. Previously, Martial Uncle Qing had no desires and no smell, but now, Martial Uncle Qing was like a coral in the depths of the sea, salty, sweet, and fresh. This time, Ling Yu stuck even closer: 'I want to be friends with Martial Uncle Qing.'

However, Qing Bai felt that the place where Ling Yu was leaning against him was wet, and when he touched it with his hand, it was bright red and sticky. He immediately became nervous: "Is there any injury? Martial Uncle, take a look. Is the injury serious? Does it hurt? Why didn't you tell me just now?"

Ling Yu was checked from head to toe by Qing Bai, and protested weakly, "Martial Uncle, the chicken is about to be burnt."

Merfolk were good at fighting, and the cultivation method of the White Cloud Abbey was not suitable for Ling Yu. He came to the Misty Forest to experience actual combat, and only close combat with flesh and blood could make him excited and increase his strength. As for whether he was injured or not, he never cared.

Qing Bai saw that Ling Yu's eyes were filled with tears as he stared at the roasted chicken. After feeding him some healing pills, he handed him two large chicken legs.

After eating the chicken leg, Ling Yu was even happier. He jumped up and down, asking Qing Bai to roast another one. After saying that, he went deep into the forest to catch Fat Sis's rabbit. There lived a family of four, and their parents, brothers, and sisters were all meaty.

Qing Bai could feel the surrounding animals becoming even more flustered. The forest was filled with a tense atmosphere, so he had no choice but to pull Ling Yu away.

Before he left, he left behind the spring he obtained last time, hoping that the Spirit Beasts in the Misty Forest could quickly increase their cultivation and not lose too badly against Ling Yu.