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Misha waited at the entrance of the shabby little courtyard, knowing everyone would come rushing in.
As Sang Qingxiao approached him, she muttered, "How could it be missing?"
Misha turned around, rolling up his left sleeve, and the armor plates instantly covered him, except for a small spot just beneath his left shoulder blade that was bare.
Sang Qingxiao recalled the scene when the Holy Overlord fought against them. For over ninety percent of the time, it had presented itself head-on; even when it occasionally turned, its speed was so fast that one could easily be caught off guard. Had she really misjudged it?
If only she had asked about the location of his kin before killing him, they could have changed their plans to find his people.
Misha smiled and asked her, "Are you suggesting that for the sake of this Qilin Bloodline, you want me to follow the same path as the Holy Overlord and turn against my own kind?"
"I-I didn't mean it like that! I just think it's a pity."
Misha pressed on, "So you don't want me to stay?"
"No, no! Of course I want you to stay! If you leave, I doubt I'll find another responsible cook like you. You manage the Small Tavern so well and even let me slack off."
"But even if I am reluctant to leave, I can't go against your fate. The heavens are on your side; they've even sent you Sarira. I'm just a small figure and can't bear to cut off your future. What else can I do but offer my blessings?"
"Right, it's missing a piece; destiny is like that. No one needs to dwell on it."
Just as he finished speaking, the beads on Misha's chest emitted a sharp sound. Everyone noticed that there were now Nine Relics among Misha's beads, spinning wildly and producing that piercing noise as if they were protesting.
Misha helplessly raised his hand to soothe them. They calmed down momentarily but suddenly broke free from the string of beads when he let his guard down, flying toward everyone except Misha and striking at their heads. They didn't dare be too reckless; they knew how to inflict pain without causing real harm, attacking from various tricky angles that left people defenseless.
Sang Qingxiao saw that Misha might still need them and felt restricted in dealing with them; she ended up getting hit a couple of times while trying to dodge.
"Misha, why are they so fierce?"
Misha rubbed his nose; he couldn't tell everyone that he had intentionally hidden that small bit of bloodline and temporarily given up on becoming a divine beast. The remaining nine beads were venting their frustration at him for his own choices, knowing full well that Misha made this decision because he couldn't bear to part with the people in the Small Tavern.
They took it out on everyone else instead.
If there's anger, it must be released; holding it in could lead to greater troubles. Misha watched for a moment before stepping in to stop them.
Once the situation was under control, Buddha Treasure was the first to run toward him with a conflicted expression, prompting Misha to ask with a smile, "If I stay, aren't you unhappy?"
"I don't know if this is good or bad; should I cry or laugh?"
Logically speaking, Misha's failure to ascend should have made Buddha Treasure feel sorrowful, yet at this moment, he particularly wanted to burst into laughter.
Misha could see through it all and said, "If you want to laugh, then laugh."
Buddha Treasure "Don't you think it's a pity to let him go?"
"Why should I feel pity? Buddhism teaches us to go with the flow, and besides, I can't bear to part with you all."
The Office of Censors rushed over, "I can't bear to part with you either. I want to laugh, but if you could assign less homework, I would be even happier."
"Don't dream!"
Yin Can ran up to Misha with a hopeful expression, "Did you see the weapon I made?"
Acan declared confidently, "I will definitely become a renowned blacksmith in the future!"
Liu Cong followed closely behind, shyly pulling out a wooden carving from his bag. Misha took it and saw it was an exquisitely crafted qilin.
"Did you carve this of me?"
Liu Cong nodded with admiration in his eyes.
Congcong is always so thoughtful. Just as he was about to continue praising, he felt someone tugging at his prayer beads from behind. A Black Cat was playfully batting at the Sarira.
"Misha, let me play with them! Their speed in teasing is almost on par with mine."
"Li Cu, they're just being playful."
Huo Qi chimed in, "Misha, can you transform into a big qilin for me to see? If possible, could you carry me once? It would be so impressive to be the first person to ride a qilin!"
"Huo Shu, transforming into a qilin comes with omens."
Before he could finish his sentence, another person blocked his way.
Silly Beast looked at him with sparkling eyes, "Pingtouge, let's have a spar!"
And then there was Xuan Yin, looking at him with tear-filled eyes, silently pleading without saying a word.
So Misha was surrounded all day long, his patience nearly worn thin. It wasn't until late at night that he finally managed to escape and return home, where he found Old Vine and Xiao Ye.
Old Vine placed the wilted Xiao Ye beside him, saying, "The Light of Relics will aid her recovery and cultivation. You should recite some scriptures for her these days; absorbing some Buddhist essence while she's still naive will help her avoid straying off the path in the future."
Knowing that Xiao Ye liked flower pots, Misha took out a beautiful large bowl and asked Old Vine to put some soil in it. He gently planted Xiao Ye inside.
As he worked, he asked about Kishu Castle.
"It's not your fault; there's no need to blame yourself."
Feeling the weight of responsibility, Misha replied, "I still need to stay for a few more days to conduct a ritual for the entire city."
"Well, you've put some thought into this. So, don't get too tangled up," Old Vine said, looking at him with a playful expression. "Do you need me to help you hide that missing piece of bloodline?"
But it can't be hidden from you. It hasn't been hidden from a few others either; they all pretend to be oblivious. Misha, you stay here. Though it's not very rational, it's true.
Why rush for that moment? Living in the mortal realm is also a form of cultivation, isn't it?
However, while the human and demon races may not perceive it, we demons can sense the pressure emanating from you from afar. When I approached you, I noticed that you have already managed to suppress your aura, but those Black Porcelain Bottles you've been handling aren't quite right.
The oppressive force radiating from the porcelain bottles carries a hint of evil; ordinary methods of collection seem ineffective against them.
Misha seemed to toss a significant burden over to Old Vine, who asked, "Aren't you afraid I might have ulterior motives towards them? These are rare herbs that can enhance one's potential."
"I'm not worried about you, old man. Despite your many schemes, you've never been ambiguous when it comes to major issues."
Old Vine picked out one of the bottles. "What about this little piece that's missing on the back? Can I take that too?"
"Take them all. The scent is too strong and could attract others of our kind. I can't afford to bring trouble to Small Tavern."
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