Chapter 0 – I Believe
Inside a quiet room on Tongmeng Island.
“Master Qin, please see, this is the Spirit Power Transmission I saved from your Banwei girl earlier.”
Ao Junling held a jade slip and, after speaking, immediately poured spiritual power into it. An exquisite and graceful phantom image appeared before Qin Gou.
A pair of bright and captivating pure gold eyes, a sweet and innocent cute smile, everything was so familiar.
This should be Ao Banwei appearing alone in the form of ‘Serve the monarch’, or was she directly controlling this Dao Body? After all, among the many Little Saint Monarchs, the dragon race characteristics unique to Ao Banwei, such as a pair of small horns on her head and a few strange silver scales on her fair neck, were still very obvious at this moment.
Then, Little Banwei was seen speaking and laughing, full of vitality: “Father and Mother, are you both in good health? Banwei is doing well now, her Cultivation Realm has made much progress, and her relationship with her accompanying sisters is getting closer and closer. From the beginning, they were all too polite to me, which I couldn’t get used to. Now we can finally be truly close! And most importantly, regarding Master’s whereabouts, Banwei has also been working very hard…”
“Cough!”
A sudden cough interrupted Ao Banwei’s narration, and Qin Gou could not have misheard. This person’s voice was actually very similar to Banwei’s own, with only a subtle hint of the domineering arrogance and unquestionable authority of someone who had long been in a high position.
“What are you doing? Banwei is sending a Spirit Power Transmission to Father and Mother!” At the Same time, the phantom image of Ao Banwei, with a dazed little face, looked elsewhere and suddenly retorted to the intrusive person.
Most importantly, this part was actually completely transmitted through the Spirit Power Transmission! Qin Gou’s mouth twitched. He and Ao Junling exchanged a glance with great tacit understanding. Such a little silly dragon was rare in the entire Cultivation World.
Soon, that intrusive voice said without hesitation, “Stop using that word, ‘Master’! Don’t you find it strange?”
Ao Banwei shook her little head, appearing somewhat unable to understand: “Why is Lord Saint Monarch so sensitive? To Banwei, Lord Qin Gou is originally my Master, so why can’t I call him that?”
“Idiot!”
At this moment, the Nine Saint Monarch, whose true identity had been revealed, his voice was filled with anger at her lack of ambition: “But you have clearly recovered your complete memory, you know his past, and you’re still like this, aren’t you ashamed?”
“What’s there to be ashamed of? This way is even more enjoyable,” the Little White Dragon blurted out, the joy and pleasure in her words absolutely genuine.
Even, as soon as these words were spoken, the Nine Saint Monarch’s previously calm and composed tone, like that of an elder admonishing and teaching, was immediately profoundly shaken.
“Wh, what? You… you’re bold! How can you think like that?”
This sudden uncalmness was not anger, but more like immenseShock at discovering new territory.
“Lord Saint Monarch asks me? But in the final analysis, aren’t you just a manifestation of your own will and desire?” the Little White Dragon reasoned.
“Nonsense! I would never think like that, I would never be enthusiastic about such… shameful pleasure! Because of you, that scoundrel will surely laugh at me, your Master Sister, for being ‘properly improper’ again… And I’ve told you so many times, yet you keep making the same mistake! Do I have to find a way to make you remember?”
The Nine Saint Monarch spoke particularly agitatedly, to the point where one could almost clearly imagine this ‘generation’s Saint Master’ at this moment, with a flushed face and trembling pupils, feigning anger and shame, shaking like a flower in the wind.
“Alright,” the Little White Dragon said with a helpless shrug of her delicate shoulders, “As long as Lord Saint Monarch is no longer angry.”
“You mean… you’re willing to accept punishment? But why do I not feel the slightest bit of fear or repentance from you, Banwei?”
“I just want Lord Saint Monarch not to be angry because of this. As for punishment, as long as it’s from someone Banwei likes and is close to…”
The Little White Dragon shyly scratched her little head and said, “Banwei has never been afraid, and rather than that, the more the better!”
“Farewell!”
A barely coherent scream was heard.
Immediately after, Ao Banwei respectfully watched someone depart. Then, with a look of helplessness on her little face, she spread her small hands and turned back, performing incantations. It seemed she was indeed preparing to remove this part from the Spirit Power Transmission, but somehow, she still made a mistake.
The evidence was that the wench quickly extended her small hands and patted her cheeks twice, as if recovering her emotions, and directly continued from where she was interrupted: “Well, Banwei is improving herself and is also working hard to find Master’s whereabouts, in order to truly reunite with Master freely… Also, it shouldn’t be long before Banwei has the chance to come home once and properly visit Father and Mother!”
Not long after, after a period of pleasantries and spoiled affection towards her parents, the Spirit Power Transmission ended, and Ao Banwei’s phantom image dissipated.
Qin Gou felt that the amount of information provided by this Spirit Power Transmission was quite significant.
It turned out that after the Nine Saint Monarch’s revival and the unification of all the Little Saint Monarchs, Banwei would not excessively merge with the Nine Saint Monarch’s temperament and memory. She could still retain her own personality, and the Nine Saint Monarch himself did not merely perform consciousness conversion like Ren Ci and Ren Su. He could also communicate with Banwei face-to-face in some form.
“King Tahai said that this transmission was obtained over a year ago? But didn’t Banwei say that it wouldn’t be long before she could come home?” Qin Gou looked at Ao Junling with concern and asked.
“That’s right.”
Ao Junling nodded and said with a wry smile, “But Master Qin doesn’t need to worry too much. Her Soul Lantern indicates that she is still very safe now. It’s not because of any dangerous situation that she’s delayed, but merely because… this transmission was originally only for your wife and me to see. In our race’s context, as long as it’s within ten years, it can be described as ‘not long’.”
“You…”
Just as Qin Gou was Don’t know whether to laugh or cry and was about to utter some harsh criticisms.
“Who are you?”
She Sujie’s eyes warily observed an uninvited guest before her.
This person’s palms were covered in dark scales, and his entire aura was very much like that of a Sea Race cultivator, but it might not necessarily be his true appearance.
To She Sujie’s questioning, he directly ignored it. He quietly asked the Godplunder Altar a few questions, then looked towards Song Qianyin and Ren Su, and said solemnly, “Demon God be above!” This statement was to declare his identity as a believer of the Demon God to the two Abyss dwellers present.
Seeing this, although Song Qianyin was puzzled, she still responded, “The Demon God is with you! Your Excellency… who are you? I see you don’t seem to be one of our Abyss Citizens?”
“I am indeed not from the Demon Race Abyss!” the Sea Race cultivator said with a faint smile. Under the direction of the Godplunder Altar, he suddenly pointed out Song Qianyin’s identity: “But is the Demon Lord willing to believe that perhaps, I am even more pious to the Demon God than many Abyss Citizens!?”
Song Qianyin remained unfazed and gave a meaningful smile: “Why wouldn’t I believe? I believe very much.”
“En?”
The Sea Race cultivator could not help but be startled, “Godplunder Altar, have you secretly communicated with this Demon Lord already?”
“Not yet.”
“Then why does she trust me so easily?”
“If I had to be pessimistic, a very large possibility is that times have changed, and this Demon Lord has perhaps personally dealt with many Abyss traitors!” The Godplunder Altar sighed and showed deep respect.
