592: Chapter 592 You're Just an Egg

Gu Changge raised his hand and made a grasping motion, and the gray egg was pulled back into his palm by an invisible force.

But as soon as it fell into his palm, it regained its calm, showing no movement at all.

It was as if the sneak attack from just now had never happened, and it was still that unremarkable egg.

"You certainly act the part well."

Gu Changge said indifferently, tapping the eggshell lightly with his fingertip, but no matter what he said, the egg remained unresponsive.

A hint of playfulness flashed in Gu Changge's eyes. "I don't believe this."

He raised his hand to reignite the Chaos Dao Fire, and the jade roasting platform emerged once again. He placed the gray egg back onto it.

The Chaos Dao Fire roasted it once more. The gray egg remained motionless at first, but when the fire had burned for half a stick of incense's time, it finally couldn't take it anymore—

The egg suddenly emitted a wave of consciousness, speaking in a childish, milky voice.

Carrying three parts grievance, three parts anger, and three parts sleepiness from being woken up, the remaining one part was a rather unintelligent daze:

"Are you ever going to stop!!!"

Gu Changge: "..."

He looked down at this egg that had just struck him, was now trapped on the roasting platform, and was even speaking with such grievance. He fell silent.

"You were the one who struck me first."

The egg's fluctuations paused for a moment. "You were the one who roasted me first."

"You played dead first."

"You first—"

The egg got stuck, clearly unable to wrap its mind around the logic.

Gu Changge watched it. After struggling for a long time, it could only stubbornly repeat: "Anyway, are you ever going to stop!"

Over by the spiritual fields, Old Huang was just about to consolidate his cultivation when he suddenly felt a familiar fluctuation coming from Zizhu Peak that made the skin on the back of his neck tighten.

He quietly peeked out. It wasn't an enemy; it was the Exalted One 'arguing' with something.

Old Huang pricked up his ears. "Is Master... scolding an egg?"

He turned to look at Ji Mie, but the latter had his eyes closed in meditation with an expressionless face, as if he hadn't heard a thing.

Old Huang hesitated for three breaths before quietly poking his head out of the spiritual field, wanting to see what was happening.

Gu Changge didn't look back. He looked at the egg that was trembling slightly on the roasting platform, clearly quite angry, and asked indifferently, "What is your name?"

The egg's fluctuations stopped, and it was silent for a moment. "Don't know."

"Where did you come from?"

"Don't know."

"What is your true form?"

"Don't know."

"What can you do?"

"I can hit people."

The gray egg paused, then added: "I can curse at people."

Gu Changge's brow twitched slightly, and a very faint smile flashed and vanished.

The person and the egg remained speechless toward each other, the atmosphere becoming somewhat stagnant.

Old Huang lay at the edge of the spiritual field, his bull-eyes as large as copper bells blinking, not even daring to breathe loudly.

In all his life, he had never seen his Master in a standoff with an egg. This scene was even more exciting than Master fighting over hotpot with Little White.

Gu Changge retracted his Invincible Domain and removed the Chaos Dao Fire.

The gray egg shot up with a 'whoosh' and hovered three zhang away, facing him warily.

"I won't roast you anymore," Gu Changge said calmly.

The egg stopped moving, its gray shell flickering slightly in the spiritual mist, and the consciousness fluctuation sounded again.

The previous anger was gone, replaced only by caution: "Really?"

"Yes."

"You won't lie to an egg?"

"I won't."

The egg was silent for a long time before slowly descending half an inch. It wasn't fleeing; it was drawing closer.

Gu Changge's brow twitched slightly, and a very faint smile flashed and vanished.

He tried to probe it again with Imperial Dao Laws, flicking a very thin thread of rosy light from his fingertip. It landed on the eggshell, attempting to trigger a resonance with its Origin, but there was still no reaction.

After investigating repeatedly for a long while, this egg was like a stubborn stone that couldn't be warmed. Other than being able to hit and curse at people, there was nothing unusual about it.

Gu Changge retracted his Divine Thought with a helpless expression and said in a flat tone, "I can't get anything out of it, and I can't see through it. I'll just put it away for now."

As soon as he spoke, an invisible force began to sweep the gray egg into the System space.

"Don't!"

The gray egg's consciousness fluctuations suddenly became urgent, tinged with a bit of panic.

"I don't want to go to that space! It's dark, cold, and quiet, with no one to talk to!"

Gu Changge paused his movements. Looking at the gray egg hovering in mid-air, clearly flustered, a hint of playfulness flashed in his eyes. "You don't want to go back?"

"No!"

"Then what do you want?"

The gray egg fell silent, seemingly not having thought it through. After a long pause, it only managed to squeeze out: "I want to live in a place where I can see people!"

Gu Changge raised his eyes, the Imperial Dao rosy light flickering slightly on his fingertip. He pressed down seemingly at random on the stone table beside him.

With a soft 'thud', the hard bluestone tabletop instantly caved in, forming a smooth little pit. It was neither too big nor too small, just enough to hold the egg steadily.

"There..."

Gu Changge said indifferently, his tone carrying a hint of nonchalance.

"Since you hit me, you can stay here for now. When you feel like telling the truth, let me know."

"Just this?"

The consciousness fluctuation carried a bit of unbelievable shock, as if it hadn't expected its 'new home' to be so crude.

"What else?" Gu Changge raised an eyebrow.

The gray egg didn't give up. Its milky fluctuations were tinged with grievance: "No blanket?"

"No."

"Then what about a pillow?"

Gu Changge let out a scoff. "Don't forget, you are just an egg. Can you even use a pillow?"

The egg fell completely silent.

It seemed to think seriously about it. What Gu Changge said seemed... to have some truth to it.

It was round all over; there really was no place to put a pillow.

After a moment, the eggshell wobbled slightly as if expressing its final dissatisfaction, but it ultimately didn't argue further and slowly rolled into the small pit on the stone table.

It embedded most of its shell into the bluestone depression, and the faint layer of golden light around it gradually faded away, leaving only a layer of warm gray glow.

Gu Changge looked down at the little fellow on the edge of the stone table and slowly raised his hand after three breaths.

A very, very thin thread of Imperial Dao rosy light spilled from his fingertip, winding around like a silk thread and gently landing on the gray egg's shell.

It condensed into a thin layer of warmth, completely sealing out the slight chill of the mountains.

The gray egg didn't move, nor did it emit any more consciousness fluctuations. It had clearly let down its guard completely.

At the edge of the spiritual field, Old Huang had already poked his entire bull-head out. His large copper-bell eyes stared unblinkingly at the stone table, his face full of shock and confusion.

He opened his mouth, wanting to speak but afraid of disturbing his Master. After a long pause, he cautiously tried to speak: "Master."

"Yes." Gu Changge didn't look back, his gaze still fixed on the gray egg.

"Are you... are you incubating an egg?"

Old Huang's voice carried a hint of uncertainty and an irrepressible sense of novelty.

He had followed Gu Changge for so long, and while Master was usually as calm as still water, he had never seen Master treat an egg like this.

He roasted it, bickered with it, specially made a pit for it to live in, and finally even gave it warmth.

Upon hearing this, the veins on Gu Changge's forehead throbbed almost imperceptibly, and a dark expression instantly crossed his face.

He opened his mouth, originally intending to snap back with 'Which eye of yours sees me incubating an egg?'

But when his gaze swept over the quiet gray egg in the stone table's pit, wrapped in the Imperial Dao rosy light, the words at the tip of his tongue were swallowed back down.

Ultimately, he only softly uttered three words: "I suppose so."

He paused, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness and an undetectable trace of playfulness: "I've raised a bull, raised a dragon, but I've never raised such a stubborn egg."

Old Huang: "..."

This answer left him completely speechless.

He lay dazed at the edge of the spiritual field, watching his Master's helplessness, his mind buzzing.

Was the Exalted One 'subdued' by the egg? Or did he simply think the egg was fun to play with?