397: Advancing to the Saint Realm isn't always a good thing.

"Your Foundation has just been restored; you need to calm your mind, contemplate, and consolidate your Dao Fruit. You may find a place within the peak to Cultivate in seclusion and familiarize yourself with your newfound power."

Gu Changge's voice was calm, as if he had merely done something insignificant.

Mo Yu's massive head remained pressed against the ground, his entire body trembling with excitement as he prepared to thank him again for this rebirth.

Just then, a rustling sound came from the direction of the Spiritual Field nearby.

Old Huang strolled out slowly from the Spiritual Field, which was suffused with Spiritual Qi, chewing contentedly on a stalk of Dragon Tooth Grass that shimmered with colorful light.

Its thick ox tail flicked lazily; it had clearly just finished working and was looking for a spot to lie down and digest its food.

It had just reached the edge of the field when its giant ox eyes glanced casually toward the core area of Zizhu Peak.

When its gaze swept over Mo Yu, who was prostrate on the ground with an aura that had completely changed, it froze abruptly!

"Moo?!"

Old Huang forgot to chew the Spirit Medicine in its mouth, its pair of ox eyes instantly widening as it stared fixedly at Mo Yu's magnificent and majestic Qilin True Body.

"Eh? This aura, this appearance, a Qilin? And a Qilin with such a pure Bloodline?!"

A look of astonishment and curiosity appeared on Old Huang's giant ox face. It shook its head, seemingly trying to confirm if its eyes were playing tricks on it.

"Wait, these crimson gold mysterious patterns, this arrogant feeling—why does it look so much like the Kirin Son from our Southern Region Demon Clan?!"

Before Old Huang was invited back to Zizhu Peak by Gu Changge, the mountain range it lived in was also in the Southern Region. As a great demon of the Saint King Realm at that time, it was quite familiar with the Prodigies of the Southern Region.

It looked Mo Yu up and down, scrutinizing him carefully. On its ox face, shock slowly turned into a mixture of sympathy and an indescribable desire to investigate.

Old Huang flicked its tail, muttering to itself, "Good heavens, how did this kid get dragged in too? Was he also 'invited' back by the Master?"

Its giant ox eyes rolled around, sweeping over Mo Yu's frame—which still retained the aura of a cub and had a cultivation level not yet at the Saint Realm—revealing a hint of realization and pity.

"What a pity. The cultivation is a bit low, not quite ripe yet; it wouldn't even be enough to get stuck between one's teeth. When did the Master change his tastes to prefer such tender ones?"

Old Huang scratched its giant ox horn with a front hoof, seemingly contemplating a serious question.

"But then again, a Qilin! An ancient Auspicious Beast—this meat must be tender. It might even melt in the mouth, a huge tonic!"

Gu Changge, who had originally been picking up his teacup, paused slightly as his gaze inadvertently swept over Old Huang's drooling, foolish look and the gluttonous way it was staring at Mo Yu.

In his deep eyes, a trace of an extremely subtle, almost imperceptible ripple seemed to flash.

This old ox has actually reminded me; I do not seem to have tasted Qilin meat before.

An ancient Auspicious Beast, with pure blood energy, and an even more condensed Origin after having it restored—if used for stew or roasted with divine fire, supplemented with a few types of Spirit Medicine...

The taste must be extremely delicious, and it would also be of great benefit to the Foundations of these little ones.

This thought only flashed through his mind and was not put into action.

However, his gaze subconsciously fell upon Mo Yu again, who was still prostrate on the ground with a surging aura, carrying a hint of scrutiny.

Especially that crimson gold scale armor that shimmered with light and was full of vital energy, along with his sturdy body.

This gaze was completely different from when he was probing the Origin or repairing it; it lacked the indifference that saw through the world and gained a bit more of an "evaluation."

Mo Yu had originally been immersed in the excitement of his restored Bloodline and endless awe for Gu Changge, but he suddenly felt a chill all over, as if he had been targeted by some extremely terrifying existence.

It was a natural alertness to danger stemming from the depths of his Bloodline!

His massive body couldn't help but shudder, and his crimson gold scales tightened slightly.

What's going on? Hasn't the Master finished the enlightenment already?

Why do I suddenly feel a chill?

And this chill seems to carry a hint of inexplicable "danger"?

Xiao Ruobai, Fang Hanyu, Ling Xi, and Wang Xiaopang witnessed Old Huang's drooling expression, Gu Changge's subtle glance and scrutinizing look, and Mo Yu's bewildered and slightly terrified trembling.

The corners of Xiao Ruobai's mouth twitched imperceptibly, and he looked away, seemingly unable to bear watching.

A trace of extremely faint strangeness flashed in the depths of Fang Hanyu and Ling Xi's eyes.

As for Wang Xiaopang, looking at Mo Yu's magnificent and majestic Qilin True Body, which now seemed somewhat appetizing, his Adam's apple couldn't help but bob up and down, and he secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Although Mo Yu didn't know exactly what had happened, the feeling of being "targeted" by several gazes became increasingly intense.

Especially Wang Xiaopang's gaze; it made the fur on his Qilin tail stand on end!

What is all this?!

Why do I feel a little panicked?

Gu Changge seemed to notice the subtlety of the atmosphere as well. He put down his teacup, coughed softly, withdrew that untimely expectation, and returned to his calm and indifferent expression.

"Alright, do not tarry here."

Gu Changge waved his hand, and several beams of light flew toward Mo Yu. They were a few pieces of strange stones with restrained brilliance, a bottle of liquid suffused with the aura of Chaos, and an ancient Jade Slip.

"This is the Heaven-Mending Stone Marrow, Chaos Origin Liquid, and the 'Ten Thousand Beasts Court Emperor Art' to consolidate your Origin and solidify your Saint Foundation.

Your Foundation has just been restored and needs to be solidified. Take these and Cultivate well, strive to—"

"Break into the Saint Realm as soon as possible."

He had originally intended to say to achieve success soon, but when the words reached his lips, looking at Mo Yu's body full of "potential," he didn't know why, but it changed to breaking into the Saint Realm as soon as possible.

Hmm, a Qilin in the Saint Realm should have more vigorous blood energy and a fuller Origin, whether it is... *cough cough*, or as a combat force or a mount, it is more suitable.

How could Mo Yu know the thoughts that had passed through Gu Changge's mind in an instant? He was completely stunned by the sudden reward!

Heaven-Mending Stone Marrow! Chaos Origin Liquid! And the 'Ten Thousand Beasts Court Emperor Art' which sounded extraordinary!

These were all supreme treasures! The Master was truly too good to him!

Not only did he restore his Origin, but he also bestowed such precious resources to help him Breakthrough!

That inexplicable chill and the feeling of being targeted just now vanished instantly, swept away by this huge surprise and gratitude.

"Thump!"

Mo Yu bowed deeply again, his voice choked with emotion.

"Mo Yu thanks the Master for the generous gift! I will certainly not fail the Master's expectations and will definitely break into the Saint Realm as soon as possible to repay this great kindness of rebirth!"

He carefully put away the treasures, his giant Qilin face filled with joy and determination.

After bowing to Gu Changge, Xiao Ruobai, and the others again, he happily and energetically found a place with extremely dense Dao Rhyme on Zizhu Peak, unable to wait to go into seclusion to impact the Saint Realm.

He had only one thought in his heart: The Master loves me so much, I must become a Saint as soon as possible so I can serve him better!

Watching Mo Yu's energetic, joyful figure disappear into the clouds, Fang Hanyu, Ling Xi, Wang Xiaopang, and even Old Huang, who was peeking from afar, all had extremely complex emotions flash in their eyes.

In those emotions, there was sympathy, helplessness, and a hint of watching a good show.

Xiao Ruobai turned his head silently, looking at the sea of clouds in the distance, and sighed softly in his heart.

"Sigh, what a simple Qilin, he probably doesn't know yet that the Saint Realm is not always a good thing?"

He whispered to himself, his gaze distant, as if he had already seen a future day where the Zizhu Peak was filled with cooking smoke and the aroma of meat, and a certain newly promoted Saint Realm Qilin was looking on in confusion and terror.

Immediately, he raised his hand and wiped the corner of his mouth quickly and unnoticeably, wiping away the trace of saliva that had quietly flowed out due to his overly vivid imagination.