Legend of the Great Sage

k all became rather ugly.
However, they had opposed Li Fengyuan entering the battle with Clouded city back then, so they were afraid of Li Qingshan coming after them.
As such, they could no longer care about this sacred ground anymore.

Back then, Li Fengyuan wanted to lend his first father a hand as the Meat-stewing Heavenly King.
However, after personally witnessing the level of the battle, he discovered that he really had only been kept around to make up for the numbers so that Li Qingshan could have “Four” Heavenly Kings.
Not only was he completely useless, but he might even need Li Qingshan’s care in the process.
If he were accidentally caught and used as a hostage, he would have made the situation even worse, so he cleverly chose to spectate from afar.

By the time they reached the decisive battle on Dragonshead mountain, it was even more impossible for him to interfere.
In the end, after all that difficulty, his first father finally emerged victoriously, so all he could do was continue with his miscellaneous jobs, healing Li Qingshan with his phoenix flames.
The effects were extremely evident.

“If you want to drink, you’re obviously drinking alcohol.
I’ve already prepared it all to congratulate you on defeating Si Long and conquering the nine provinces!”

Li Qingshan laughed aloud.
“Find me a few pretty little featherfolk girls to accompany me while I drink!”

The featherfolk’s faces all sank, but they eased up inside.
If they were to accompany him while he drank, then they would accompany him!

A female featherfolk snuck in a gaze and even thought, Drinking with him isn’t exactly humiliating.
I’ll just make this sacrifice for the sake of the featherfolk then.

With a bang, the doors swung open, and Gu Yanying walked in.
She said with a smile, “Though, how are featherfolk girls worthy of you, mister Li? If it were me, I’d made all seven otherfolk races each offer up a few girls and have a great feast of three days and three nights on Dragonshead mountain.”

Li Qingshan smiled.
“That’s a good idea.
By then, I’ll have to ask you to offer up a dance performance too.”

Smack! Before he could even finish, he was struck over the head.

Gu Yanying sat down beside the pool and swung her folding fan gently.
She asked with a smile, “Are you satisfied with that performance?”

Li Qingshan shook his head.
“Alright, let’s deal with the celebrations later.
Let me handle the matters regarding the Hungry Ghost realm first, as well as these demon caverns.”

Gu Yanying said in surprise, “So you still remember!”

Li Qingshan stretched.
“I’ve always been trying to save the world.”

“That’s unfortunate.
It’s already too late.” Gu Yanying sighed gently, which was soon replaced by determination.
“We don’t have any time to celebrate.
We need to leave the nine provinces as soon as possible!”

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Author’s Word for Monthly Votes—Happy Children’s Day

Yesterday afternoon.

Walking on the dusty road alone, even the sun became hazy in the early summer of this small county city located in the central plains.
I’ve already lived here for over two decades, but there’s still no memories worth recalling.
All there was was floating depression and anxiety.
I hate this city and I also hate reminiscing.

But as I walked alone, this feeling still made me recall something clearly.
Many years ago, for many of the times, when I was still a child, I seemed to have walked like this, walking for a very, very long time.

Back then, I still hadn’t become so dazed and distracted by other thoughts, neither thinking of the novel nor remiscincing the past.
My gaze drifted around, from the telephone pole to the wheels on the car, from the sky to the advertisement boards, filled with fragmented details and scenes of unknown meaning.

Children always just struggle to focus on anything.
This is most definitely a form of bliss, because even pain could not keep me concentrated for long.
As I cried, I would remember the half-eaten chocolate in my hand, shoving it into my mouth and eating as a cried, leaving my dad furious as he thought it was something that a good-for-nothing did..

However, if children could focus on pain like adults, their frail hearts might not be able to endure it!

With that kind of mood walking on that kind of road, I could not help but wonder whether I had grown up or not.
Perhaps these two decades of memories were just an illusion.
If the fine, bulky clothes on me were stripped away layer by layer, all that was inside was a dirty, naked boy, his gaze drifting about, eating chocolate as he cried away like a good-for-nothing.

Sigh, I suddenly remembered an actual memory.
When I was in the first grade, I went to the other side of the city with a group of friends to pick up bullet casings from the shooting range.
When we were returning, the guy who pedalled me over insisted on me pedalling him back, but back then, I still hadn’t learnt how to ride the bicycle.
I only learnt how to ride the bicycle many years later, and it took me an entire week before I learned.

After an argument, everyone felt unhappy inside, unwilling to take me with them.
I just stood aside with a pout and said in the end that I would walk back myself.
Afterwards, those bastards just rode off.

As a result, I just walked in the sun and used that vague feeling to travel through the foreign city—which still seemed absolutely humongous back then.
I walked for more than three hours and by the time I had gotten home, it was already dark, yet all that I had obtained was a bullet casing.
However, I did not feel particularly sad either.
I even felt like it was supposed to be like that.
I didn’t know how to ride the bicycle, so all I could do was walk!

Actually, thinking about it now, if I had just softened up my tone slightly or just made a scene shamelessly and clung onto their bicycles without letting them go, I would have been able to ride back with them!

There were many other matters that came afterwards that seemed to have much better choices, but in the end, I still walked back alone with a pout.
I really didn’t learn at all!

Ah, before I knew it, I’ve already rambled about so much.
Just treat it as sharing a wonderful childhood memory with you all, corresponding to Children’s Day.

Oh right, this is an author’s word asking for monthly votes.

Happy Children’s Day, don’t forget to vote.
Of course, it makes perfect sense if you don’t vote too.
Those who release slowly don’t deserve votes!