Chapter 126: Feel Free to Inspect It; I Guarantee You’ll Be Satisfied!-He Became the Devoted Second Male Lead in a Female-Centric Cultivation Novel(Tubilalu)

During this long night, Lin Yurou was not the only one unable to sleep; the Pig Demon Patriarch was equally burdened with worry.

He sat alone in the guest room, his right eyelid twitching incessantly, as if foretelling an impending omen of disaster. That formidable, ominous figure’s sudden return must have had a reason. His internal anxiety grew like wild weeds, driving him to keep pouring tea down his throat, never once leaving the chair he sat upon all night.

As the first ray of dawn pierced the darkness, the Pig Demon Patriarch was startled from his seat by a sudden scream, the coldness of the floor seeping straight into his heart.

"Disaster, Patriarch! A great disaster!"

The patrolling clansman rushed in, gasping for breath, his pupils flickering with lingering terror.

"Ouch—"

The Pig Demon Patriarch groaned in pain, slowly crawling up from the floor, and asked urgently, "Speak, what exactly has happened?"

"Patriarch, Patriarch!" the patrolling clansman’s voice trembled, unable to finish in one breath, "The spirit plants we were guarding... they have all withered overnight!"

The Pig Demon Patriarch’s frame shuddered violently, his face turning pale in an instant, his tone sharp and hurried: "Are you telling the truth? How can this be!"

"It is absolutely true!" The clansman’s eyes were filled with fear and despair.

The Pig Demon Patriarch stumbled, as if all his strength had been drained away, and his body collapsed like a mountain with a dull, heavy thud.

"Patriarch!" the patrolling clansman cried out, hurriedly leaning over to check on him. "Quick, go call the clan healer! The Patriarch has fainted!"

The Pig Demon clan was plunged into chaos, with tribesmen looking at one another in dismay; panic and unease spread rapidly among them.

In stark contrast, the Profound Bamboo clan of the neighboring mountain range was immersed in joy. Their mountain’s fortune had been restored, and the once barren soil was teeming with life and abundant spiritual energy once more.

The shaman hung the portraits of Jiang Yan, Yunyun, Lin Qi, and Ji Chuxue in the holy ground where the immortals were venerated. Facing the gathered clansmen, his voice was solemn and filled with gratitude:

"They are the saviors of our Profound Bamboo clan. From this day forward, we shall pray for them and regard them as the true immortals in our hearts..."

Whether they were giant pandas or young cubs, their hearts were filled with reverence as they bowed deeply to the portraits.

"Thank you, Immortals."

The voices of the clansmen rose one after another, filled with the purest piety.

...

Meanwhile, Jiang Yan and the others, having arrived at the mountain gate of the Qilin Sect, knew nothing of this. However, Lin Qi unexpectedly noticed that Jiang Yan, Yunyun, Ji Chuxue, and he himself all seemed to be shrouded in a subtle radiance—the light of merit.

Could it be... that someone was worshipping them?

He stroked his beard, chuckling to himself; the trip was well worth it. The light of merit was a wonderful thing; with its blessing, evil spirits would not dare to approach easily. Furthermore, their fortune would become more stable, making it difficult for outsiders to usurp it. Now, he could feel more at ease entrusting the task of finding the Chaos Bead to his dear disciple, heh heh...

"My dear disciple, come to the Qilin Hall tomorrow morning. Master will teach you some formations and techniques related to fortune," Lin Qi said, looking at Jiang Yan with earnest concern.

"Yes, Master," Jiang Yan replied respectfully.

"Hmm, shouldn't you show some appreciation?" Lin Qi cast a sly glance at the spatial ring in Jiang Yan's hand.

(｡･ω･｡)? Jiang Yan was momentarily confused, unsure of what his master was implying. However, when he caught the meaningful look in Lin Qi’s eyes, he suddenly understood.

The spirit wine!!

Jiang Yan had actually intended to offer this batch of spirit wine to his master long ago, after all, it was his elderly master who had put in the effort to restore the fortune of the Profound Bamboo clan. This wine naturally belonged to him.

"Heh heh, Master, this spirit wine is all for you."

Jiang Yan took all the spirit wine out of his spatial ring. Lin Qi nodded with satisfaction; his dear disciple was indeed filial.

"Hmm, since it is your kind intention, I shall accept it with pleasure. If you have any needs in the future, just ask."

Having said that, he waved his hand, and the spirit wine was neatly arranged inside his own spatial ring.

"Yes, Master," Ji Chuxue and Jiang Yan replied in unison.

Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out.

"Waaaah, you’re finally back!"

Jiang Yan looked up and saw the Little Dwarf Dragon, Yun Li, and Xie Lingzhou flying toward them at high speed.

Tsk tsk, the Little Dwarf Dragon’s eyes were filled with tears—how much had it missed him! Then again, it had been nearly two months since they last met. Jiang Yan opened his arms, preparing to welcome the Little Dwarf Dragon into his embrace.

The figure of the Little Dwarf Dragon grew larger in his field of vision, but to Jiang Yan's bewilderment, it treated him like air and dashed straight toward Yunyun.

A flock of crows flew over Jiang Yan’s head, caw, caw, caw...

A giant sense of embarrassment spread through him. The Little Dwarf Dragon hugged Yunyun’s arm tightly, looking her up and down, and only let out a long sigh of relief after confirming she was unharmed. Clearly, it had already cast itself as Yunyun’s older brother.

"It’s a good thing you weren't hurt. You aren't allowed to run around anymore, you hear? You know you only just hatched—what if you ran off and were caught by bad people?"

The Little Dwarf Dragon started its nagging mode, chattering incessantly.

"I’m very strong! I transformed as soon as I hatched; outsiders wouldn't know my true form. What about you, Little Dragon? How come you haven't transformed yet?"

Yunyun’s words were like a sharp sword piercing the Little Dwarf Dragon’s heart...

Wuu, it was only two hundred years old, okay? Wasn't it normal not to have transformed yet? (ಥ_ಥ) It believed that by the time it turned three hundred, it would surely be able to transform.

Shortly after, Yun Li and Xie Lingzhou landed beside them.

"Sect Master, Jiang Yan, Miss Ji, Yunyun, welcome back to the sect." Yun Li smiled, greeting everyone in turn.

"Yun Li, Third Senior Brother, long time no see." Jiang Yan felt a secret sense of gratitude; Yun Li’s appearance seemed to alleviate his embarrassment—this brother was truly a good one. He asked curiously, "By the way, Yun Li, has my new residence been completed?"

Before Yun Li could speak, the Little Dwarf Dragon impatiently cut in: "Under my strict supervision, your new residence is perfectly complete. It was built meticulously according to the blueprints, you know."

"Oh? Then I must go and inspect it myself. If it doesn't meet the standards, your new room will have to be swapped for a smaller one."

The working dragon—the Little Dwarf Dragon—triumphantly flicked its tail and said confidently, "Go ahead and inspect it; I guarantee you’ll be satisfied!"

Yun Li smiled from the side, saying nothing more. Whether he would be satisfied or not, he would wait until his superior had seen it for himself...