Blackie is crooked

The person who arrived was a male Celestial Race True Immortal, similarly adorned with Dao patterns on his head, dressed in a silver-backed, purple-patterned long robe, and appearing to be only in his twenties or thirties with a handsome face.

He nodded and said, “I heard your master was injured, so I came to check. How is the injury?”

One guard had already rushed inside to relay the message.

The other guard led Luowei Tian into the hall: “Please rest assured, sir, master’s condition is still acceptable. Although the injury is not light, it is not a major problem.”

As they spoke, another guard returned, somewhat awkwardly saying, “Lord Luowei Tian, master is in the sleeping quarters and has not responded. We dare not open it without permission.”

Luowei Tian smiled slightly: “No matter, I understand his temperament. He’s probably sulking right now. I’ll go in and see him myself.”

The Immortal Palace guards and servants knew that Lord Luowei Tian was also one of the Celestial Race True Immortal Heaven Protectors and a good friend of their master, Wei Yitian, so they naturally did not stop him, allowing Luowei Tian to approach the hall door.

Luowei Tian stood outside the door, a faint smile on his face, and said, “What? Still angry? Well, it has been over a million years since you were last injured.”

“Since Immortal Lord Celestial Immortal Langhuan made the move, there’s nothing that can be done. Don’t worry, Lord Tianyuan will not stand idly by.”

After saying a few words, the hall door remained quiet, without even a hum.

Luowei Tian frowned, feeling that something was amiss.

There was no restriction sealing the hall door, so he could sense Wei Yitian’s aura within the sleeping quarters. Although it seemed a bit weak, it was probably due to the injury.

However, given Wei Yitian’s character, even when angry, he wouldn’t remain silent and sulk like this, nor would he ignore him when he came to visit.

After a moment of contemplation, Luowei Tian said, “Since you’re not speaking, then I’m coming in.”

As his voice fell, the hall door before him opened naturally, and he stepped inside.

Then, he froze in place.

It wasn’t because he didn’t see Wei Yitian.

It was because Wei Yitian… was all over the floor.

…

When Zhong Qing returned to his Immortal Palace and entered the Grotto-Heaven.

Even from tens of thousands of miles away, he could hear Qilin Xiao Hei’s triumphant laughter echoing throughout the entire Grotto-Heaven.

“Hahaha, you feathered chicken, still proud?”

“Dare to fight with your Xiao Hei, this is your fate.”

Xiao Hei fighting with Chicken One and Chicken Two was not a one-time or two-time occurrence, so Zhong Qing didn't take it seriously at first. He just casually sensed it, but then noticed an unfamiliar aura at the mountain peak Dao field where Xiao Hei was located. He let out a surprised sound and instantly teleported over.

He saw Xiao Hei, in his child form, standing with hands on his hips, stepping on Chicken One on the ground, laughing wildly up at the sky.

This made Zhong Qing feel a bit novel.

In the past, when Xiao Hei and Chicken One fought, there were wins and losses, but overall it was a fifty-fifty split.

More often than not, both ended up injured.

After all, there was basically no difference in their cultivation realms. Xiao Hei relied on his stronger Qilin bloodline talent, but he lacked combat experience and was afraid of pain, while Chicken One was very fierce when fighting, often sending feathers flying everywhere, and could frequently suppress Xiao Hei in return.

It was truly rare for Xiao Hei to be completely unharmed and victorious this time.

However, that wasn't the main point. Soon, Zhong Qing’s gaze fell upon the Black-Clothed Man beside him.

The Black-Clothed Man naturally noticed Zhong Qing’s arrival and nodded at him with a smile.

“You must be Zhong Qing?”

“Thank you for taking care of Xiao Hei, and also for Lin Chi of my clan previously, who also received your ‘care’.”

“Lin Chi?” At this, Zhong Qing quickly reacted and looked at the Black-Clothed Man: “You are a Qilin?”

The Black-Clothed Man smiled and said, “You can call me Lin Li. Outsiders refer to me as Xuan Lin.”

“Xuan Lin…” Zhong Qing’s eyes shifted, and he quickly recalled the name, immediately surprised: “You are Immortal Lord Xuan Lin?”

Having only recently heard the Immortal Lord’s title from Yu Weichen’s mouth, Zhong Qing certainly wouldn’t forget it so quickly.

This Black-Clothed Man before him was none other than the King of the Qilin Clan within the Nine Heavens, one of the Seven Great Immortal Lords of the Nine Heavens Immortal Alliance, Immortal Lord Xuan Lin!

An Immortal Lord appearing so abruptly in his own Immortal Palace, Zhong Qing was somewhat surprised but quickly understood.

“You came for Xiao Hei?”

“Precisely.” Lin Li nodded, looking at the still smug Xiao Hei beside him: “You might not know, but Xiao Hei and I are both rare Sacred Blood, Profound Yin Qilin, within the Qilin Clan.”

“Xiao Hei’s bloodline purity is even above mine.”

“Currently, throughout the entire Nine Heavens, perhaps only Xiao Hei and I remain.”

“I have already decided to bestow upon Xiao Hei the title of Saint Son of my Nine Heavens Qilin Clan.”

Zhong Qing didn’t care about the title of Saint Son. Instead, he gazed at Lin Li and asked, “Then, do you intend to take Xiao Hei away?”

He hadn't forgotten how excited Lin Chi had been before he was knocked out by his palm.

Zhong Qing could guess without needing to be told that Xiao Hei must be of great significance to the Qilin Clan.

Lin Li’s lips curved into a faint smile: “To be honest, that was my original intention.”

“But now, I’ve changed my mind.”

“Oh?” Zhong Qing tilted his head and asked, “Why?”

Lin Li calmly said, “Xiao Hei has deep feelings for you. Moreover, although you are human, you have raised Xiao Hei quite well.”

“I think, him following you might not be bad either.”

Just then, Xiao Hei finally noticed Zhong Qing over here and excitedly ran over.

“Master, did you see that? This bird-brained Chicken One is no match for your Xiao Hei!”

Zhong Qing patted Xiao Hei’s head and looked at Lin Li.

Xiao Hei also looked over, then remembered to introduce him: “Oh right, Master, this uncle is called Lin Li or something. He’s of the same clan as your Xiao Hei.”

Lin Li’s eye twitched, and a black line appeared on his forehead: “It’s Lin Li, not Lin Li.”

So this kid didn’t even remember his name?

Xiao Hei didn’t care about that much, and smugly said, “This uncle is quite nice. He gave your Xiao Hei a gift as soon as we met, and even taught your Xiao Hei a very powerful move. But he wanted your Xiao Hei to go with him, and your Xiao Hei took his gift and ignored him.”

Lin Li: “…”

Zhong Qing: “…”

At this moment, Lin Li began to doubt his choice.

In terms of cultivation, Xiao Hei had indeed developed well under Zhong Qing.

It seemed he was already a Great Emperor cultivator even before reaching ten thousand years old.

However, this moral education… was completely absent.

Or rather, he had simply gone astray.

How could you say such a thing so righteously?

Zhong Qing, however, reacted, patting Xiao Hei’s head with considerable approval.

“Well done.”

Lin Li: “…”

So, he learned it from his master, huh?

Lin Li began to consider whether it would be better to just take Xiao Hei away after all.

If he’s already turned out like this at such a young age, how much more twisted will he become in the future?