At dawn, Li Qingqiu arrived at a courtyard, where ten-year-old Li Shouzheng and Li Shoumin were reading.
The two boys had already reached the Fourth Layer of the Nourishing Yuan Realm. Besides cultivating, Li Qingqiu had them read plenty of books. They didn't mind; the stories in them had taught them a great deal.
"Eldest Senior Brother, the demonic creatures in this book are truly formidable. Take Candle Yin, for instance. The legend says it came from the north and liked to head south in search of people with abundant blood and qi. Once it had eaten its fill, it would bring rain to the mortal world. That's why some people called it a disaster beast, while others called it an auspicious sign."
Li Shoumin held an ancient book in his hands, marveling aloud.
He loved reading old books about ghosts and strange creatures, while Li Shouzheng preferred books about the customs and traditions of different regions.
Li Qingqiu picked up a wooden sword from the table. Examining it closely, he said, "What people call an auspicious sign is simply something they judge according to their own interests."
Li Shoumin turned to look at Li Qingqiu and asked, "Eldest Senior Brother, could Xiao Ba become an auspicious sign? It's so big, and now it can even speak. We could make it the Xuan Dynasty's divine beast and write up tales of its auspicious deeds. Then it could go down in history."
The more he said, the more excited he became. He thought it would be a great accomplishment.
Li Qingqiu shot him a look and said irritably, "What are you trying to do?"
"Create a legend about an auspicious sign!"
"Whether something becomes an auspicious sign should be decided by the people's hearts, not by fabricated tales manipulating them."
Li