Who Let Him Cultivate?!
Chapter 1150 - 1149: Yun Mengmeng's Weapon

Lu Yang's heart was kind, and he could tell that Qinghe was putting on a brave face. Although the two of them were in competition, they were both servants of the same master, so there was no need for their relationship to be so tense.

He offered her some comforting words, but it seemed to make Senior Qinghe even sadder.

The depth of a servant's devotion, seeing only the Immortal Soul of the Fairy left, made Lu Yang sigh with emotion. He had never experienced such feelings himself; he had known the Fairy from the first day only as an Immortal Soul and had grown accustomed to it.

Lu Yang was always honest; unless he had experienced something himself, he wouldn't say something like "Senior Qinghe, I understand you."

It seemed that it was best for the Fairy to stay in the Spiritual Space from now on, and he wouldn't mention the matter of condensing an Immortal Body to Senior Qinghe anymore, to avoid bringing up painful memories.

"It really is an impossible future after all," Lu Yang said, feeling that he was perhaps thinking too much.

"Chief Housekeeper, Second-in-command, look, this is the Spirit Fruit I cultivated using the method taught by Senior Caiwei!"

Yun Mengmeng brushed past Qinghe and ran up to Lu Yang, opening her small hands to reveal several light golden fruits.

"What are these?" Lu Yang looked at the items, which resembled Immortal Fruits.

"Immortal Spirit Fruits, cultivated from the Initial Form of Immortal Dao Fruit!"

"That's quite the novelty; let me try it."

Without waiting for Yun Mengmeng to stop him, Lu Yang put an Immortal Spirit Fruit into his mouth.

"It's so hard!"

Lu Yang bit down and almost chipped a tooth. Even though he hadn't used his full strength, he was still in an Immortal Body. Was it supposed to be this hard to eat fruit?

"The fruit isn't ripe yet," said Immortal Fairy, who had often cultivated Spirit Fruits and Immortal Fruits before.

"No problem, no problem, there's a use for unripe fruits too."

With that, Yun Mengmeng showed Lu Yang, picking up a Spirit Fruit and giving a heave as she threw it into the distance, creating a deep pit.

Yun Mengmeng made a fetching gesture, and the Spirit Fruit flew back, unscathed.

"I discovered that unripe Immortal Spirit Fruits make great weapons!"

Yun Mengmeng proudly showed off the several Spirit Fruits she held. From today onwards, she too was a Cultivator with a weapon, no longer just using her hands and feet as before.

The Immortal Fairy nodded in satisfaction, worthy of being the Third Boss: "Not bad, you have a bit of my, ahem, youthful vigor—no, that's not quite right..."

The Immortal Fairy meant to say she had a semblance of her own youthful elegance, but wouldn't that imply she herself was no longer young?

"Anyway, you've got some of my flair now, but it's still not quite enough."

The Immortal Fairy controlled a Spirit Fruit, whooshed it out with a throw, and with a bang, the Spirit Fruit exploded, sending up a tower of air a hundred feet high, far surpassing the previous power, then she made a fetching gesture, and the Spirit Fruit flew back.

Lu Yang was astounded: "The Spirit Fruit can explode?"

Hands clasped behind her back and chin lifted slightly, the Immortal Fairy tried to assume the air of a grandmaster: "Of course, the Immortal Spirit Fruits are products of the Immortal Lineage, and do we of the Immortal Lineage have any that can't Self-Detonate?"

Lu Yang reflected silently; no wonder Senior Qinghe hadn't joined the Immortal Lineage—she certainly hadn't reached the qualifications for it.

"Although the explosion's power can't compare with our own Self-Detonation, it can still be quite impressive." The Immortal Fairy instructed Yun Mengmeng on the finer points, and she quickly learned, playing joyfully.

Yun Mengmeng felt that Xiao Zhi was really good to her. If Xiao Zhi hadn't introduced her to the Immortal Lineage, she'd still be trying to figure out how to use the Initial Form of Immortal Dao Fruit.

As spring went and autumn came, time quickly advanced to dinner time.

Yun Mengmeng had baked various flavored cookies for everyone to taste, humbly accepting their praise.

"They're not as good as you all say, it's all thanks to the Chief Housekeeper and Second-in-command's guidance."

After dinner, Lu Yang sensed a figure stumbling toward them from not far away.

He pondered for a moment; the existence of the Ancestral Temple should not be disclosed to outsiders, but it looked as if the person was in danger. Considering that saving a life is more meritorious than constructing a seven-storied pagoda, he decided it was best to help.

...

"There's a temple..."

Yue Changhe had traveled a long way and his spirit was nearly at its limit. Although it was strange to find a temple in the wilderness, he could not afford to care about that now—as long as there was a place to rest, it was enough.

"Soybean Temple."

Strangely enough, the moment he stepped into the temple, he smelled an overwhelming fragrance. The scent restored some of his strength, but it was fleeting and soon disappeared without a trace.

"Thank you to all the Bodhisattvas, Yue Changhe will stay here for the night."

Yue Changhe bowed to each statue and only when he raised his head did he notice something odd about the Bodhisattvas' form.

It seemed like they were eating biscuits.

Yue Changhe didn't want to ponder too much. He took an elixir and quickly fell asleep leaning against a pillar.

"I've found you!"

The harsh voice startled Yue Changhe to his feet.

Outside the temple, an eagle landed and with a shake, transformed into a man with eagle-like eyes.

"You're indeed here!"

A burly monk with a fierce and menacing appearance entered the ancestral temple, his face covered with thick flesh and a long scar that stretched from his right eye to the corner of his mouth.

"Yue Changhe, you possess both Human race and Demon race bloodlines, truly a rarity, come back with me!" The eagle-eyed man sneered maliciously, delighted at having finally caught up after a long pursuit.

"He should rightly come back with this poor monk!" asserted the burly monk with a cold laugh, unyielding and threatening in his gaze.

Yue Changhe knew his strength was limited and that he was no match for either of these two.

But what of it? He was not one to admit defeat!

"Dream on if you think I'll go back with you!"

"Stubborn fool!" The eagle-eyed man reached out with his talon to grab, and the burly monk also made his move.

Already exhausted, Yue Changhe quickly fell after a few exchanges and lay there, barely hanging on to life.

"Yue Changhe, make your choice, will you stand with the Demon race or the Human race!" The eagle-eyed man pressed down on Yue Changhe, giving him no chance to fight back.

With a wry smile, Yue Changhe looked up at the monk and Eagle Demon chasing him, "Just because my father is from the Demon race and my mother is from the Human race, you two are after me?"

"Be it Human race or Demon race, do you think I wished for this mixed bloodline!"

"Spare me the nonsense, make your choice!" The burly monk said impatiently.

"You must choose today!" The eagle-eyed man also demanded sternly.

"Hah, Human race bloodline, Demon race bloodline, is bloodline really that important?" A profound and deep Buddhist chant surrounded the temple, as if one had been transported to a land of purity.

The temple's central Buddha statue opened its eyes as if it had come to life, something the burly monk had never heard of in all his years of chanting scriptures!

"Worldly Venerable..."

Lu Yang shook his head, the depth of his voice as though several people were speaking at once, "This poor monk did not wish to appear in this world, but since the three benefactors have entered my temple and have a dispute, naturally I must see it."

Lu Yang looked down at the three men, his eyes filled with compassionate sorrow, "Strife between the Human and Demon races has existed since ancient times. The endless conflict and bloodshed have seen the fall of many bright and gifted beings—truly a tragedy."

"Human beings are considered the leaders of all creatures, and the Demon race also has its True Immortals. There is no distinction between bloodlines—why must you insist on making such clear-cut divisions?"

The burly monk stuttered in explanation, "But Worldly Venerable, this man has caused trouble, we need to determine whether he is a person from the Demon Nation or from Buddha's Country. If he belongs to the Demon Nation, then let this eagle take him away; if he is a person from Buddha's Country, then I will take him away."

Lu Yang: "..."

Senior Suiyue, can we discuss performing a Time Retrospection?

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