Returning to the small world, the sky was still hazy. There were no clouds, no raindrops, no stars, and no sun or moon.
Mu Qingxiao hadn't come in since the last time. She glanced at the hundred-million-year-old divine tree on the mountain peak. Its thick roots were like dragons, deeply rooted in the hard mountain.
"It seems to have grown again?"
Sensing the exuberant vitality contained in the hundred-million-year-old divine tree, Mu Qingxiao smiled. The mountain peak below evolved to the same height as before.
"From now on, this place will be called Emperor Stepping Peak."
Glancing at the huge lake below Emperor Trample Peak, there was a faint fluctuation of aura. It was probably the Silver-scaled Python that he had saved back then. However, the latter's bloodline seemed to be very thin, and its strength was increasing at an extremely slow rate.
If it wanted to turn into a dragon, it would be impossible without dozens or hundreds of years.
Retracting her gaze, the space gently distorted, and Mu Qingxiao's figure appeared on the thick branch at the top of the hundred-million-year-old divine tree.
Mu Qingxiao looked around with her starry eyes and glanced at the thick branches. She slowly walked over and pushed aside the huge leaves. What she saw was the entrance of a cave, and inside the cave was a snow-white figure curled up.
At this moment, the little white fox's body was emitting a faint light. Its two snow-white tails were placed in front of it, and there was a faint fluctuation.
Covering the leaves, Mu Qingxiao smiled warmly. The next time she saw it alive and kicking, it would probably be in the Nascent Soul realm. Her figure twisted and came to the herb garden. Glancing at the colorful spiritual herbs and immortal herbs, she nodded in satisfaction.
Closing her eyes, Mu Qingxiao sensed the small world's range. It was a hundred miles wide, and there was still a long way to go.
Withdrawing the power of her immortal soul, she left the small world under the white light.
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At noon, after eating lunch, Mu Qingxiao walked towards the street of the West Gate.
Just as she arrived at the street near the West Gate, Mu Qingxiao saw a young man in white standing in front of Yuan Shoucheng's divination stall.
Looking at the young man in white, Yuan Shoucheng's eyes flashed with surprise. A young master had just come yesterday. Why was there another one today?
"Why are you here? Calculating your future? Fortune telling? "
The young man glanced at Yuan Shoucheng with arrogance between his brows. "None of the first three. I'm here to divine the weather in the sky."
As soon as the young man finished speaking, Yuan Shoucheng's body trembled imperceptibly. An obscure coldness flashed through his eyes, but the young man in front of him did not notice it at all.
Standing on the opposite side of the street, Mu Qingxiao raised her eyebrows and restrained her aura to the extreme. She sat in a nearby tea stall and focused her starry eyes on the direction of the stall. Just now, there was an obvious change in Yuan Shoucheng's aura. It was completely different from yesterday and looked particularly awkward.
Perhaps others might not be able to do so, but the mental cultivation method he cultivated and the countless transformations he had undergone made him quite sensitive to everything in the natural world. He could vaguely feel a sense of threat from the current Yuan Shoucheng.
Primordial Unity Golden Immortals were even stronger!
Retracting his gaze, Mu Qingxiao did not continue to stare. With his second-tier Golden Immortal cultivation base coupled with various divine abilities, even a ninth-tier Golden Immortal Immortal Immortal Immortal would not be able to withstand a single blow from him. Only Immortal Immortals above the Golden Immortal Realm could pose a threat to him.
It seemed that Yuan Shoucheng's soul was not his real body, but a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal!
At the fortune-telling stall, Yuan Shoucheng's sharp eyes stared at the young man in front of him. He stroked his white beard and said with a smile, "On top of Yunmi Mountain, fog covers the treetops. If the rain falls, it must be in the Ming Dynasty."
"When will it rain tomorrow? How big is the rain? "
Hearing Yuan Shoucheng's words, the young man sneered in his heart. He did not receive an imperial edict to rain. This fortune-teller's divination was simply nonsense. Let's see if I don't chase you out of Chang 'an.
Taking in the young man's expression, Yuan Shoucheng shook his head slightly and said unfathomably, "Tomorrow, clouds will form in the morning, thunder will strike in the morning, rain will fall in the afternoon, and rain will fall in the evening. In total, the water will be three feet three inches and forty-eight centimeters."
"You can't lie about this. If it rains tomorrow, I'll give you fifty taels of gold according to the number of hours you predicted. If it doesn't rain, or if it doesn't count according to the number of hours, I'll be honest with you. I'll destroy your shop, tear down your signboard, and chase you out of Chang 'an immediately. You're not allowed to deceive people here! "
Seeing Yuan Shoucheng talking nonsense, the young man was very happy. Finally, he could chase this person away. Otherwise, all the fish and prawns in his river would have been eaten up by a group of fishermen.
"Alright, we'll do as you say. Young Master, please. The rain will come tomorrow."
After saying that, Yuan Shoucheng grabbed the flag and turned to leave. A smile appeared on his originally warm face.
Staring at Yuan Shoucheng's back, the young man felt that something was wrong. However, after thinking for a while, he realized that Yuan Shoucheng couldn't possibly know the time of the rain before him, the Dragon God of Rain. He had definitely won the bet.
Thinking of this, the young man was very proud. He originally thought that some cultivator was swindling people nearby and almost got all the living creatures in his river killed. Who knew that it was a bad old man? What nonsense divination! He was simply a liar.
"Pathetic."
Looking at the young man's proud face, Mu Qingxiao shook his head slightly. How could he not see that the latter was Jinghe Dragon King?
However, just to chase Yuan Shoucheng out of Chang 'an, he actually put his life on the line. The latter's death was simply too humiliating.
Presumably, when Jinghe Dragon King returned to Jinghe Manor, he would receive an order from the Heavenly Court to rain on Chang 'an tomorrow. The time and amount of rain would be exactly the same as what Yuan Shoucheng said.
Looking at Jinghe Dragon King leaving, Mu Qingxiao did not poke his nose into other people's business.
After getting up and leaving the tea shed, the space distorted and Mu Qingxiao's figure disappeared from the street. Black flames spread and turned into a black phoenix about five feet long. It flapped its wings and flew in the direction where Yuan Shoucheng left.
Although it was a little dangerous, Mu Qingxiao was very interested in who was controlling Yuan Shoucheng. Was it the Jade Emperor, or …
She turned into a black phoenix and hid in the void. Fortunately, the black flames did not have any temperature. As long as Mu Qingxiao completely hid her aura, she would not be easily discovered.
On the street, Yuan Shoucheng was holding the flag and walking out of Chang 'an through the west gate. Mu Qingxiao's golden phoenix eyes stared at his figure and followed him closely.
Not long after, they left Chang 'an. The latter did not stop and instead walked toward the deserted suburbs.
In the lush forest, Mu Qingxiao landed on a branch and hid behind the lush leaves, staring at the figure on the open ground.
Suddenly, an indescribable pressure surged in Mu Qingxiao's heart. She looked up slightly and saw that a figure had appeared out of nowhere in the void.
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