"Eh... what's this?" It's alive! A spirit pet? So cute.
"Dog."
Little Beastie suddenly jumped up.
You are a dog!
Your whole family are dogs.
"That includes you."
Little Beastie: "..."
Hmph!
It was not going to argue with the poop-picker, because it was a generous beast.
Little Beastie rolled toward Lin Jin. The latter was thinking what it was amazing, and seeing Little Beastie rolling over, he tried to reach out and touch it. But Little Beastie's fur immediately rose, and its black onyx-like eyes turned to glare at him ferociously.
Lin Jin was startled.
"Don't touch it." Ming Shu warned, "It bites."
Lin Jin quickly took his hand back. When those soft hairs rose, they looked like countless silver needles which had been soaked in poison.
Little Beastie bounced to one side and shot itself at the roast meat next to Lin Jin.
The grill was knocked over, and Little Beastie precisely caught the meat in its mouth, then ran away quickly.
The size of the roast meat was n times larger than Little Beastie, but was tightly grasped anyway and disappeared somewhere within the blink of an eye.
Lin Jin looked at this incredible scene, dumbfounded.
The leader's pet was also not common...
Ming Shu didn't intend to explain anything about Little Beastie.
Lin Jin wanted to ask, but he didn't dare, so finally he chose to continue cultivating.
Lin Jin had stayed at Lingjian Peak overnight sometimes. He felt it was easier to cultivate here than anywhere else.
Or rather, in the vicinity of Ming Shu, it was easier to cultivate.
The Qi around Ming Shu was like filtered water, rich and pure, putting no burden on the body. One didn't encounter any obstacles when leveling up.
Lin Jin still ran about between two places. Later, when he could practice independently, he chose to retreat for cultivation. Lin Jin then simply lived on Lingjian Peak with his errand boys.
Yan Yin didn't come again.
The sect leader once sent someone to check, but Ming Shu clearly refused to cultivate immortality. The sect leader was very angry and didn't send others again.
One month later...
Yun Yao was going to finish the Foundation Establishment stage.
On that day, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. The lightning fell on the Chihuo Peak, which was especially horrible.
Ming Shu touched Little Beastie's fur and looked at the lightning and thunder in the distance.
There ought to be only three lightning strikes for Foundation Establishment, but now six strikes had come and gone...
The seventh fell.
Rumble—
The purple lightning seemed to want to tear the sky apart, and the deafening sound made people tremble in their hearts.
The eighth strike followed closely...
Just at this time, the eighth lightning strike suddenly turned a corner, flying toward the Yanyue Peak, which was covered in clouds and mist.
