Come on, Meng Jingzhou wasn't stupid. The other guy was obviously absurdly strong. Was he really supposed to charge in headfirst and fight him?
So what if he was an immortal? An immortal was still a person, and people knew when to back down. That was only natural.
As for this child, Jingzhou... Your ancestor was powerless to help you. I'm sorry. You'll just have to keep being a qilin child.
Lu Yang dug Meng Jingzhou out of the crater with a cheeky grin. Old Meng kept staring at him with a resentful look, making Lu Yang feel a little awkward.
"Enough. If you can't win, just admit it. Do you know what I was doing before you came looking for me?"
"What could you possibly have been doing?" Meng Jingzhou asked irritably.
Actually, just now, Meng Junzi could have lent Meng Jingzhou the embryonic form of the Dao Fruit of Lending and Borrowing. The problem was that Meng Jingzhou didn't know how to use it.
"I was rushing out a special edition of the Cultivation Monthly. The main story is about you reaching the Tribulation Transcendence stage."
Meng Jingzhou grabbed Lu Yang's wrist with a grip like a pair of iron tongs. He was so excited that he didn't even feel the pain from getting blasted twice just moments ago. "That's what I'm talking about, brother!"
Lu Yang grimaced in pain. He'd already released his Mimicry Fist, so Old Meng's sudden grip hurt like hell.
"I've noticed that people really like newspapers, so I was thinking about changing the Cultivation Monthly into the Cultivation Weekly."
The Cultivation Monthly had previously covered major events in the cultivation world, but Lu Yang had realized that people also enjoyed hearing about little things involving cultivators. For example, a new third-rank sect opening