Chapter 177: A Forced End
After eating about one-tenth of the Feiyun Zhaoyue Lingzi, Mianmian couldn’t eat another bite.
To digest what it had consumed, it quickly fell back into a deep sleep.
Si Er instinctively moved to place Mianmian back on top of his head when he heard a strange sound.
He turned toward it and saw the little black turtle on the green-haired turtle’s back staring at him eagerly.
The moment their eyes met, the little black turtle transmitted:
“Er-Er… Mianmian… cuddle!”
Si Er: “……”
How did this sentence pattern become so popular across the Ten Thousand Beast Continent? This is too much.
What if one day some beast runs up to me shouting, ‘Papa, hungry, food’? I’m not ready for that.
Yu Beixuan thought the odds of a random beast doing that were low—but the chances of Yu Bei Turtle shouting “Er-Er, hungry, food” were extremely high.
He gently tapped the little black turtle’s forehead. “Want to go back to sleep?”
The little turtle almost blurted out that it was hungry—after all, to a soul pet, the soul master was basically food and clothing provider.
But afraid of being knocked unconscious again, it quickly shook its head.
Then it looked up at Yu Beixuan pitifully.
“Xuanxuan, I want Mianmian.”
Yu Beixuan smiled. “I think what you really want is sleep.”
As if Mianmian was something it could just demand. The little white turtle had an owner!
The little turtle shook its head even harder. “Don’t want, don’t want.”
It was an active, lively baby turtle—not interested in sleeping.
Well… unless it was sleeping with Mianmian.
Si Er laughed and placed Mianmian back onto the green-haired turtle’s back, then gently patted the little black turtle.
“When Mianmian wakes up, you can ask if it wants to cuddle. For now, no cuddling.”
“If you like Mianmian, you should ask for its opinion too, right?”
“Right…”
The little black turtle answered guiltily. It had secretly cuddled Mianmian earlier—thankfully Mianmian hadn’t noticed.
Seeing it behave, Yu Beixuan casually tossed it a piece of demon spirit stone.
The little turtle immediately brightened up and hugged the stone, slowly absorbing it. No more asking for food, no more asking for Mianmian.
The green-haired turtle thought baby turtles were easy to appease—but that pitch-black stone looked dangerous.
Fortunately, the little black turtle absorbed it cleanly without letting any demonic energy leak out. Otherwise, the green-haired turtle would have shaken it off immediately.
It liked baby turtles—but not demonic energy.
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Si Er ended up eating more than half of the Feiyun Zhaoyue Lingzi himself. The remaining portions were divided—each of Guagua, Mianmian, Mengmeng, and Cui Cui received one-tenth.
Benben didn’t get any, but Si Er hung a basket of Whirlwind Cucumbers around its neck instead. Benben munched on them enthusiastically.
After all, Si Er often ate Whirlwind Cucumbers too, which meant Benben’s speed could never quite surpass Si Er’s—something that greatly frustrated it.
As Si Er’s team grew larger and larger, Benben felt anxious.
It had to eat more. It absolutely couldn’t be replaced.
Besides, the benefit around Si Er were simply too good.
Even without the perks, Benben liked staying by Si Er’s side. Si Er had a kind of “beloved by all beasts” physique.
Back when Benben was contracted, its desert companions had envied it deeply and even escorted them hundreds of miles.
Though there had also been plenty of venomous snakes and scorpions along the way—terrifying Si Er half to death.
Unaware that Benben was reminiscing about his embarrassing past, Si Er and the others finished the Lingzi, plucked the Great Sun Grass, and prepared to leave.
There were surely many more treasures in the Four Symbols Mountain. They had to gather as much as possible.
After all, they wouldn’t be able to enter again until next year. Though the interval wasn’t long, Si Er firmly believed in seizing every possible advantage.
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Three days later, before the assessment period officially ended, all the freshmen were forcibly teleported out.
Everyone was stunned.
They had been happily treasure-hunting—why were they suddenly kicked out?
For once, the two tigers had stopped robbing others! Everyone could finally search for cultivation resources fairly! Why end it now?
What they didn’t know was that the four deans were even more heartbroken.
The Azure Dragon Dean mourned the complete harvesting of the mushrooms he had planted. For at least two or three years, he wouldn’t be drinking his favorite mushroom soup.
Sure, similar spirit mushrooms could be bought outside—but he always felt the ones grown on Azure Dragon Mountain tasted better.
The White Tiger Dean was grieving too. The Gale Grass he had spent soul stones to have planted on White Tiger Mountain had been more than half uprooted by Lu Taiping!
Though some immature stalks remained, what good were those?
He had planned to weave a large flying carpet from that patch of Gale Grass.
But with what Lu Taiping left behind, even if woven, it probably wouldn’t be big enough to hold his butt!
Outrageous!
The Vermilion Bird Dean was actually the most hot-tempered of the four—though it wasn’t obvious. Most people thought the White Tiger Dean was the more impulsive one.
In truth, the Vermilion Bird Dean was the kind who rarely got angry—but when he did, it was explosive.
Right now, he was suppressing his fury—but his fiery red hair had already stood straight up uncontrollably.
The moment Si Er came out, his attention was caught by that hair.
So this is what “blazing with rage, hair standing on end” looks like. That’s way too literal.
I thought I’d only see this kind of thing in cartoons.
But why is this dean so angry? I remember the Four Great Deans are comparable in strength to the Four Great City Lords. Who would dare anger them?
In an actual fight, the City Lords might be stronger due to battlefield experience.
But rumor had it the Four Deans possessed many life-saving methods and were extremely hard to kill.
Guagua snickered in his mind:
Someone dared. You.
Me?
Si Er was baffled.
I didn’t!
Hehe. Cui Cui harvested all the mature wood spirit mushrooms the Azure Dragon Dean planted inside. You all love delicious mushroom soup—but he loves it even more.
Si Er nearly laughed in disbelief.
Then why didn’t you warn me?
No need. It didn’t violate any rules. Even if the Azure Dragon Dean wanted to settle accounts, he’d have no grounds.
Besides, Cui Cui summoned so many mushrooms—sorting out which ones belonged to him would’ve been too troublesome.
Hehe, and that Gale Grass used for weaving flying carpets—the White Tiger Dean wanted a carpet, but Xiao Bai wanted one too!
He doesn’t need it himself, but he wanted to weave one to amuse children. Too bad now it’s being used to amuse Xiao Bai and Lu Taiping instead.
Lu Taiping has always complained about lacking a fast mount. Now that he has materials to weave a flying carpet, he’s happier than anyone.
Still, if the White Tiger Dean really wants one, he can buy it at the auction house or black market—just at a higher price.
How much higher?
Those Gale Grass seeds were something he obtained by chance—for free.
The soul stones spent on planting and weaving together were less than one-third of the black market price.
Ah…
Even Si Er felt a sting of sympathy for the White Tiger Dean.
Then what about the Vermilion Bird Dean? Why is his anger so intense?
