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Ming Jiu helplessly allowed her to carry him as they wandered through the mountains.
He realized that this little girl was not particularly bright; with a yelp, she had already tripped over the same tree root for the third time.
Strangely, no matter how clumsily she fell, she always managed to protect herself in her embrace without getting hurt.
"Woo, where on earth are we..." As the sky gradually darkened, Su Qianyang couldn't help but feel a lump in her throat.
She had always been pampered at Xian Yu Ling Yuan, and this time, ending up in such a predicament was entirely because Third Senior Brother had said that Du Shan had Thousand-Year Ginseng Essence that could lead to immortality. He had coaxed her to come along but abandoned her halfway.
Su Qianyang leaned against a tree, preparing to spend the night.
Among the five disciples taken in by her master, she was the worst at cultivation. After following her master for over twenty years, she still couldn't even learn the most basic cloud riding, which was a source of shame for all five of them at Xian Yu Ling Yuan—including her master.
The only thing she had learned on her own was the ability to understand animal language since birth. However, after walking all day, she hadn't seen a single creature that could breathe, except for the one in her arms.
Wait, why was her skirt wet?
Su Qianyang looked down at her skirt and was shocked to find that her jade-colored garment was stained a deep crimson!
"Doggy, doggy, are you okay?" She anxiously looked at the small beast in her arms. In her rush to travel, she hadn't noticed that even though she had bandaged its wounds, the little creature's blood continued to flow out, and its breathing had become faint. "Woo, please don't scare me..."
She desperately recalled the healing techniques her master had taught her, but unfortunately, her innate talent was lacking. The white light gathered in her hands for a moment before dissipating.
Su Qianyang gritted her teeth and said, "Anyway, Master said that thing must not be known to others, but a dog is not just anyone."
She hugged Ming Jiu and gave him a kiss. "Hehe, you are my son!"
Ming Jiu weakly lifted his eyelids, lacking even the strength to curse.
Su Qianyang clenched her fist and replied with a firm "Hmm": "That's settled then!"
She pulled out a red string from her collar, at the end of which hung a jade-colored bead the size of a pigeon egg. Su Qianyang closed her eyes, and the bead gradually emitted a soft white light, enveloping the little beast in her arms.
Ming Jiu felt a gentle yet powerful source of energy continuously flowing into his body, healing his wounds from bleeding to gradual recovery.
Hun Yuan Pearl? A hint of surprise flashed in Ming Jiu's eyes.
This bead originally belonged to the Central Emperor; wasn't it stolen thousands of years ago? How could it be in the hands of this little girl?
Seeing that the dog's injuries had healed, Su Qianyang felt relieved and leaned against a tree with him to sleep through the night.
The next day, Su Qianyang continued to carry him around Du Shan. Just when Ming Jiu could no longer endure it, Su Qianyang's Third Senior Brother finally found her using a Qian Paper Crane to guide his spirit.
Even if the little girl were made of mud, she still had some temper; she huffed and ignored him. Unexpectedly, he presented her with several novel trinkets and joked around a bit, causing her to waver easily.
"Hey, girl, where did you get this Shiba Inu?" Third Senior Brother reached out to pet Ming Jiu Xue's white fur, but the dog perked up its ears and flashed its bright teeth at him.
"I found it in the mountains; it was injured. Um... Master isn't allergic to dog fur, right? What if he doesn't allow me to keep a son?" Su Qianyang said with some worry.
"Don't worry, don't worry. That old man sleeps from the first day of the lunar month to the fifteenth. He won't wake up until it's time to eat. Even if you keep a son, he probably won't even notice!" Third Senior Brother reassured him.
From a certain perspective, Third Senior Brother had indeed "hit the nail on the head."
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