Little Livestock respectfully thanks the fairy.

When two people travel together using the same spiritual light, their powers must be intimately connected—an act akin to the closest embrace. It resembles not the ordinary embrace seen between men and women on the streets, but rather something as intimate as a bridal carry.

Such a method of flight is rare among cultivators in the world of cultivation.

The sky and the sea met in a single line.

Their flight through the air was a beautiful experience, and neither was in a hurry to reach their destination. Instead, they traveled with the leisurely mood of sightseeing, stopping at scenic islands to rest and admire the beauty whenever it pleased them.

On this day, Pang Yue spotted a reef below that resembled the Maldives of his previous life, and so he descended with Jin Yuege. The island stretched only about a mile in diameter, flat and adorned with tropical shrubs and coconut trees, adding a touch of verdant green.

The beach was covered in soft, white sand, clean and fine, forming a picturesque scene with the crystal-clear waters.

The sea breeze was gentle, and the campfire crackled softly.

On the beach, they set up a fire and grilled skewers of spirit beast meat, enjoying a carefree and pleasant time. Pang Yue produced a flask of spirit wine, cast a spell to frost its surface, poured two cups of chilled wine, and drank heartily with Jin Yuege.

Jin Yuege walked barefoot on the soft sand, her feet white as jade, and murmured, "My royal father has more than three hundred children, but fewer than ten have any hope of reaching the Golden Core stage..."

"Over the years, the Scarlet Blood Golden Flood Dragon has waged wars in the outer seas, contending with other demon clans, beasts, and even extraterrestrial demons. Many of my brothers and sisters have perished."

"This time, whether I break through to the Golden Core or not, I must return to the battlefield. In the future... I fear I'll never have such leisurely moments again."

Pang Yue laughed, saying, "When I reach the Golden Core, I'll come to the Flood Dragon King myself and bring you away."

Jin Yuege smiled sweetly, radiant beyond compare, and softly replied, "I hope someday you'll become a supreme demon lord who dominates the world—then I shall have no regrets in this life..."

They chatted idly for a while.

Pang Yue then took out a beast-attracting incense and planted it on the island, lighting it.

Before long, countless sea monsters were drawn to them. He summoned the Infinite Light Buddha, bathing them in the universal radiance, transforming each and every monster from the Qi Eating to Dao Foundation stage.

His purpose in venturing to the outer seas was to strengthen the Infinite Light Buddha. The outer seas were filled with monsters, and if he could find enough at the Dao Foundation stage, there was a chance to elevate the Buddha to the Golden Core realm.

Thus, every time they lingered on a deserted island, he performed this ritual.

The Buddha's light flowed like water, spreading across a ten-mile radius.

As they laughed and talked, hundreds of monsters had their demonic power cleansed by the Buddha's light, turning into streams of light that were absorbed into the radiance behind the golden Buddha.

Unfortunately, there were too few Dao Foundation monsters.

Most were only at the Qi Eating stage.

These monsters had dull souls, relying solely on their bloodline to advance in cultivation; their innate abilities varied widely. Their advantage lay in vigorous blood, long lifespans, allowing them to proliferate endlessly in this world.

Suddenly, a brilliant green light flew by, heading for the island.

Jin Yuege stared, unable to suppress a smile. "What a beautiful bird!"

Pang Yue looked and said, "It's a parrot!"

With that, he exhaled his spiritual power, and a translucent, pale-golden bubble appeared out of thin air, enveloping the green light.

The light revealed itself to be a vibrant, emerald-feathered parrot.

It fluttered its wings, bumping left and right inside the bubble, trying desperately to escape.

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Poor thing—a mere Qi Eating stage monster—how could it break through the demonic powers of a late Dao Foundation cultivator?

Pang Yue beckoned the bubble closer, just about to examine the creature.

Suddenly, the parrot transformed into a three-inch tall figure, kneeling shakily, trembling with fear.

"Spare me, immortal..."

The parrot's transformed self was a little girl, delicate and charming.

Her voice was sweet and soft, like a child's song—pleasant to the ear.

"To be able to shapeshift at the Qi Eating stage, your bloodline must be extraordinary..."

Pang Yue said sternly, "What are you afraid of? I won't kill you."

The little parrot furtively glanced around, seeing countless monsters transformed by the Buddha's light, and found the cultivators before her even more terrifying. Her heart quivered, and she stammered, "I... I'm not... not afraid..."

Jin Yuege, finding her adorable, laughed and said, "Enough teasing. She's cute—why not let her stay with me for amusement?"

The little parrot's spirits lifted instantly, as if grabbing a lifeline, and she quickly looked at Jin Yuege, then calmed herself and said softly, "Immortal lady, you are so beautiful. Since I was born, I've never seen anyone as breathtaking as you."

"Would you like me to sing or dance? Or perform some tricks? I once lingered in a mortal city and learned an art called 'comic dialogue'—it's very entertaining. Let me show you?"

With that, she put on a pitiful look, wide eyes fixed on Jin Yuege.

Drawn here by the beast-attracting incense, she found herself in dire straits and could only use every skill to plead for a chance at survival.

Pang Yue feigned a stern face, "Well then, perform. If you don't make me laugh, I'll roast you and eat you."

The little parrot's face fell, nearly in tears, tense as she explained, "This 'comic dialogue'... it involves speaking, learning, teasing, singing... Let me share a strange tale with you two immortals..."

Her speech was clear as jade, melodious, and full of rhythm—captivating.

Within the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Jin Yuege was laughing heartily and applauding.

Pang Yue released his demonic power and pointed a finger, placing a soul restriction on the little parrot.

"Wait, you have a master?"

Pang Yue looked at the parrot in surprise.

Her soul was already bound by someone else's restriction.

The little parrot knelt in midair, apologetically, "I do have a master."

"If you have a master, why are you wandering about?"

Pang Yue said sharply, "In that case, there's no need to keep you. I'll roast you—it’s simpler!"

The little parrot dared not retort, pitifully looking at Jin Yuege, her childlike face full of pleading.

Jin Yuege shot Pang Yue a glance, took the parrot into her arms, and gently comforted her, "No need to be afraid—he's only teasing you. From now on, you'll follow me."

"Thank you, immortal lady!"

At once, the little parrot's tears fell like pearls, but her face was alight with joy at surviving disaster.

She transformed again into a beautiful green-feathered parrot, perching on Jin Yuege's shoulder, affectionately nuzzling her cheek—utterly adorable.

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On a deserted island,

several cultivators sat around a huge iron cauldron, feasting greedily.

The thick broth boiled, steam rising with a foul stench.

One could make out human heads, pale severed arms and legs bobbing in the soup.

A burly cultivator fished out an arm, devoured it voraciously, and sighed, "The flesh of female cultivators from the inner sea is so tender! Damn, it's delicious!"

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Another spat out a finger bone, sneering, "That Wang clan really asked for it, daring to come to us. Do they take Spirit Devouring Island for a bunch of softies?"

"Haha, let them send more people. We'll feast to our hearts' content!"

A third spoke through mouthfuls of food, mumbling, "Hey, do you know why the Wang clan made such a big move against Spirit Devouring Island this time?"

One asked.

The others exchanged confused glances, shaking their heads.

Finally, a cultivator on the edge, toying with a skull, said coolly, "I know."

Everyone looked at him.

"Brother Ruan, tell us!"

Ruan responded calmly, "I heard someone on the island ate the Wang patriarch's most beloved daughter alive, recorded it with a jade slip, and sent it back to the Wang clan..."

"The Wang clan is one of the four great Golden Core families of the Eastern Sea. They couldn't swallow their anger, so they launched this conflict."

A Spirit Devouring Island cultivator snorted, "Though we reside in the outer seas and rarely venture into the inner region, those so-called four or nine great families always look down on us. This time, we'll show them our true strength!"

Ruan cautioned, "Don't underestimate the Wang clan. Their family art is the 'Nether Corpse Refining Manual,' specializing in refining zombies. Those things don't taste good."

"I want to try them anyway!" a cultivator boasted. "Spirit Devouring Island cultivators devour all spirits, refining themselves. Anything with spirit can be eaten!"

"Too bad these didn't have zombies yet—otherwise, we'd have a taste ahead of time!"

Everyone burst into laughter.

Ruan shook his head, resigned.

Half a day ago, they had ambushed a group of Wang clan cultivators, then eagerly cooked and ate them.

Ruan, though from Spirit Devouring Island, disliked such practices and only watched his peers scramble for food.

At that moment,

a streak of light swept across the sky, circled once, then halted above.

A cold voice sounded, "Are you Spirit Devouring Island cultivators below?"

Within the radiance was an opulent cloud carriage, where a plump female cultivator sat attended by two robust men.

She wore luxurious robes, her cultivation at the late Dao Foundation stage, her body layered with fat—astonishingly obese.

On Spirit Devouring Island, cultivators at the Qi Eating and Dao Foundation stages were known: the fatter they were, the stronger they became.

Because their special cultivation technique demanded constant eating—one day without food drove them mad with hunger, three days and they'd be skin and bones!

Only by endlessly consuming could they overcome their art's natural side effects and rapidly grow stronger.

The emaciated ones were the most pitiable.

"That's the Six-Nine Cloud Carriage!"

Someone on the island recognized the cloud carriage and immediately flew up, calling, "Is that Sister Li from Blood Phoenix Island? We are disciples of Bone Dragon Island. What do you need?"

Sister Li declared, "Don’t be greedy. Follow me quickly to search for the runaway spirit pet!"