Chapter 146: Remembering the Saint

Chiyun Xiao frowned upon hearing this.

"The Divine Realm has not yet opened, and I hope this group of juniors can remain peaceful and avoid starting conflicts."

"You are always so afraid of trouble."

Qiu Zhuo glanced at her senior brother, then sighed, "Qin Taichu, Baili Qianxing, Gui Qingzhong... None of these are ordinary individuals; they are elite descendants nurtured by imperial families and emperors."

Chiyun Xiao's expression stirred as he nodded slightly, acknowledging Qiu Zhuo's words. He could sense the aura of peerless supreme cores radiating from these youths; their starting point was simply too high.

***

Starsea Holy Mansion, Yuxi Mansion.

The little purple-haired girl had clear, luminous eyes and rested her chin in her hands, gazing up at the sky by the edge of the pure white-jade fairy pond.

The firmament of the Starsea was a vast and magnificent galaxy, where the sun, moon, and feather-like auroras adorned that beautiful celestial river. At its center lay a brilliant white scar, resembling a snow-white sword Qi, a strip of white silk, or a jade shuttle and a moon disc...

"Sigh."

At this moment, the little girl was completely devoid of playfulness. After gazing for a while, she let out a cute sigh.

"Huang'er, come here."

A soft voice drifted over from the celestial pavilion.

Little Huang hurriedly reined in her thoughts, took small steps, and ran over. A graceful figure in white lifted her up and asked with a smiling expression, "What is it? Are you thinking about your little big brother again? Is my place not good enough for you?"

Little Huang's face was delicate and cute, exuding seven parts of lively innocence. Hearing this, she hurriedly waved her small hands and said, "No, no, it's wonderful here with Lady Yi."

"Still calling me 'Lady Yi'? Didn't I tell you to call me sister?"

The white-robed woman's lips curved into a crescent arc. Her slender, crystal-clear hands were wreathed in a gentle celestial glow as she lightly tapped the little girl's petite nose. In an instant, the skin around them shimmered, radiating faint ripples of holy aura.

Little Huang felt a bit embarrassed and muttered, "But Lady Yi, you are a Saint. Qing'er said that I must be polite and cannot act wild in front of you."

"Giggle, giggle."

The white-robed woman was amused and pinched Little Huang's tender cheeks. That soft, chubby baby fat was so delicate it seemed as though a single touch could break it, practically brimming with moisture.

"Huang'er, do you know? Among the three children, you are the one I dote on the most."

"Qing'er is composed, Ying'er is well-behaved, but you—you are the most innocent and carefree. I teach you immortal techniques, yet the other two busy themselves with cultivation while you are the least ambitious and care not at all."

Little Huang blushed deeply, stammering and hesitating.

***

Was Lady Yi praising her? Both Qing'er and Ying'er were far more diligent than she was.

"As for me, I actually never liked cultivation either, yet I happened to have a formidable husband. Although he never drove me, I refused to fall behind him, and that is how I stepped into the realm of a Saint, step by step." Recalling the past, the white-robed woman let out a soft sigh.

Hearing this, Little Huang's mouth dropped open in shock. One could become a Saint even without liking cultivation?

Was Lady Yi's talent not overwhelmingly extraordinary?

"Huang'er, go do a small task for me."

The white-robed woman suddenly changed the subject, her slender fingers brushing through Little Huang's crystal-clear, smooth purple hair, using a ribbon woven from celestial energy to tie them into twin buns.

"Alright! Lady Yi, just tell me what it is, and I will definitely get it done!" Little Huang declared with unwavering determination.

The white-robed woman chuckled softly and said, "Some descendants of a few of my relatives happened to arrive at the Starsea, and right now they are bored and idle, fishing on the inner sea. I imagine your little big brother is there as well.

Take these three rewards and deliver them. This month, whoever fishes out the most Sea-Mountain Spirits shall receive these three rewards from me."

"Is Brother Fengshang there too?"

Little Huang was startled, her eyes sparkling like a devoted little fan.

"He is."

The white-robed woman confirmed explicitly, tempting her, "If you accomplish this task for me, I will allow you to play there for a few more days, and I won't tell Qing'er and the others."

"Mm-mm-mm!"

Little Huang covered her mouth tightly, nodding her small head like a pecking chick.

"Very well, hold onto this decree and go."

The white-robed woman helped adjust Little Huang's twin buns, placed a scroll of decree into her arms, and blew a breath of celestial energy. The breath instantly transformed into a multicolored, misty immortal boat—truly marvelous.

Little Huang hugged the decree tightly, her bright eyes burning with the resolve to complete the mission at the cost of her life.

The white-robed woman smiled and waved her hand, and the fairy boat carried the little girl away, drifting into the distance.

Watching the little girl depart, the female Saint of the Starsea let out a soft sigh, "Huang Qingying, such a truly wonderful name. Yet as I divination-mapped your destiny, your life shall still hold many vicissitudes. I hope this pure innocence of yours can be preserved for as long as possible..."

***

Inner Sea Immortal Clouds.

Fengshang closed his eyes, utilizing the Qi of Creation out of Nothingness to search for Sea-Mountain Spirits, while a plump silver little pig dozed beside him, its curled tail swaying lazily from side to side.

***

"Splash!"

The calm sea surface churned.

In the distance, a creature resembling a horse emerged, its entire body wreathed in crystalline light, standing roughly thirty-two inches tall and looking just like a lifelike jade carving.

In truth, this was a Sea-Mountain Spirit. Capable of movement, it was frantically bombarding the threads of divine crystal energy.

The cultivator attempting to reel it in was a man of the Adversity-Slaying realm. At this moment, his face was a mix of shock and joy as he hurriedly unleashed his Adversity-Slaying spiritual energy to battle the creature. After expending considerable effort, he finally managed to haul it up alive.

In this region, the frequency at which Sea-Mountain Spirits appeared was indeed extremely high; someone managed to fish one out almost every half-ke. Unless it was a top-tier Sea-Mountain Spirit like the Water Qilin, which might not show itself for seven or eight days, they were quite common.

"So effortless."

The purple-robed youth flicked his rod once more, pulling out a Chongming Bird.

Simultaneously, a battle celestial diagram manifested behind him, its murderous intent soaring to the heavens and divine light surging forth, instantly suppressing the Chongming Bird and casting it into the spirit-storage pool behind him.

This fluid, effortless motion, coupled with the frequency at which he reeled in Sea-Mountain Spirits, instantly provoked waves of envious and jealous gazes from cultivators all around.

"Is that the thirty-second one already? Even if the rest of us stayed here for half a year, we couldn't hope to catch up!"

"He is the son of the Mingye Emperor, carrying the Heavenly Omen Jade. With that jade, he is essentially the Child of Destiny; a sliver of the spiritual universe's providence is invisibly bestowed upon him—he could practically step on a divine spirit stone just by walking!"

The crowd chattered and murmured, consumed by jealousy. Thirty-two Sea-Mountain Spirits! If this continued at such a rate, within a month he would fish the Starsea Holy Mansion dry until their faces turned green.

Listening to the chaotic spiritual ripples echoing by his ear, Fengshang's mood remained completely unaffected. His mind was steadfast and calm, his Qi of Creation out of Nothingness sinking deeper and deeper into the abyss.

Along the way, he had already spotted quite a few Sea-Mountain Spirits—even no shortage of Qilin-horses, Crimson Flame Beasts, and Chongming Birds. These were high-grade Sea-Mountain Spirits capable of exchanging for fourteen-seal divine tallies, yet Fengshang had not made a move.

There was only one reason for this: he wanted to catch a top-tier Sea-Mountain Spirit!

Such as a Nine-Phoenix, a Qiongqi, or a Chaos!

One had to know that a single top-tier Sea-Mountain Spirit was worth a hundred high-grade ones—a hundredfold difference! The same applied to fifteen-seal tallies versus fourteen-seal ones.

If he reeled in a single top-tier Sea-Mountain Spirit, he could instantly surpass and reverse his standing against that purple-robed youth.

In the deep, dark ocean abyss, a brilliant bead of divine energy shone like a divine lamp, guiding the crystal line ever downward. Suddenly, the energy jerked, altering its course backward as it detected a colossal entity.

Found it!