Enlightenment

A very beautiful dress.

The white and blue fabric, with ribbons hanging lightly, is draped over the Dragon Scale, exuding a cool yet magnificent beauty.

Only one point.

I'm not sure whether to call it a disadvantage or a advantage.

The skirt was very short, barely covering the top of her thighs.

Her long, slender legs were dazzlingly white, with lines that flowed smoothly from her hips to her calves, delicate, long, and perfectly curved.

The ribbon occasionally brushed against the snow-white side of her leg, revealing glimpses that were even more captivating than nudity.

As the announcement was made, the Dragon Scale was lifted up by a golden shimmering light.

Her tall figure, paired with that white and blue Heavenly Qilin Dress, made her look stunning, awe-inspiring, and untouchable.

However.

After a few breaths, the Heaven and Earth Law did not manifest in the world.

The shimmering light dissipated.

Dragon Scale fell from mid-air, her body rapidly shrinking.

Her long, slender legs gradually shortened, their curves diminishing.

Her long hair had shrunk to her shoulders, and her features had faded from youthful and elegant to childlike.

However, the Heavenly Qilin Dress did not disappear; instead, it shrank along with her.

The skirt, which had been clinging tightly to her legs, loosened and swayed gently in mid-air.

Long Yue strode forward and caught her steadily.

Looking down at the sleeping baby in his arms, his brows furrowed slightly.

"The Five-Character Heaven and Earth Law is indeed good, but the Heavenly Qilin Dragon is..."

The master and servant were born together, and the source of Dragon Scale's power lies in Qin Wangchuan.

He was not here, so the manifestation of the Heaven and Earth Law failed.

This was expected.

But the words "Heavenly Qilin Dragon" made Long Yue's heart skip a beat.

She felt like she'd heard that name somewhere before.

There must be a source.

I just can't remember.

He looked down at Dragon Scale, who was fast asleep in his arms.

Long Yue sighed softly and pulled her closer into her arms.

She paused for a moment when her fingertips touched the fabric of the Heavenly Qilin Dress.

It feels very smooth.

But when your fingertips glide over it, you can feel the fabric taut slightly.

Resisting myself.

Long Yue smoothed Dragon Scale's loose hair and smiled meaningfully.

"Beautiful person, beautiful clothes."

"The Dragon Lord is blessed."

Without saying anything more, he turned and walked into the house.

She thought, 'Now that things are settled here, I should go down to the Lower Realm and take a look.'

Although the Dragon Lord had previously granted permission to integrate those organizations.

But Long Yue never actually went Lower Realm to see it.

Anyway, the Dragon Lord is currently in seclusion and does not need to be served for the time being.

Seeing it for yourself is always more reassuring than hearing a report from someone else.

The dragon servant, unaware of Fate Warden Ming's thoughts, simply followed quietly behind without uttering a sound.

Within the Trial World.

It was a bright and sunny day. Qin Wangchuan sat opposite the White Deer and chatted with it.

It was supposed to be a chat, but it was actually more like a debate.

"Sir, why is there a distinction between humans and animals in this world?" The White Deer lay on all fours, asking earnestly.

That's a tricky question.

"There is no difference." Qin Wangchuan looked into the White Deer's eyes and answered naturally, "Humans are the most intelligent of all beings, but all things have a spirit, and there is no essential difference between them."

The White Deer lay prostrate on the ground, its voice softening. "Sir, I don't understand."

"Humans and beasts are probably different."

"Those people chased me over several mountains, set traps, and unleashed hunting dogs, all just to skin me alive. If I were truly no different, why would they do such a thing?"

Qin Wangchuan remained silent for a moment.

"Because I don't know you."

White Deer paused for a moment.

"They've never seen you speak, never seen you think, never seen you lie under a tree at night listening to the wind."

In their eyes, you're no different from the stones in the mountains or the water in the river.

"Just like you eat grass and drink from springs—you eat when you're hungry and drink when you're thirsty, it's only natural."

"But if one day, the grass gains wisdom, the spring opens its mouth, and they chat with you about the world, would you still eat it?"

White Deer blinked, seemingly understanding but not quite.

"The mountains are lush with vegetation; I can eat the plants while avoiding their branches, is that not acceptable?"

Qin Wangchuan looked at it. "Now, you are the grass, and I am the deer that eats the grass. I didn't eat you. Does that count as the same thing?"

"You've gained wisdom and can recognize people. But people haven't gained wisdom and can't recognize you."

"It's not about the distinction between humans and animals, or between knowing and not knowing, or doing and not doing."

The White Deer lay prostrate on the ground, silent for a long time.

The wind rustled through the Jujube Tree.

A moment later, it suddenly stood up, raised its front legs, and, imitating a human, bowed respectfully to Qin Wangchuan.

"I used to think that there was a world of difference between human and animal bodies."

"I was born a deer, so I should be a deer and not try to look like a human."

"But after hearing your words today, I realize that there is no difference between humans and animals. Deer can choose their food, and so can humans. It's not a matter of appearance, knowledge, or ability."

"The grudges have been resolved; I wish to cultivate myself into human form."

It paused.

"Please bestow a name upon me, sir."

Qin Wangchuan looked at it, "You are covered in white fur, drink White Dew, and eat white grass."

"Let's call it White Dew."

White Deer blinked and read it aloud, "White Dew."

"Alright." It lowered its head. "Thank you for your guidance, sir."

"The fact that you can speak is still too rare here. Don't speak when you're out."

White Deer blinked and responded.

Qin Wangchuan sat at the stone table in the courtyard, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and began to read.

The White Deer lay at his feet, resting its head on its front legs, its eyes half-open and half-closed.

The courtyard was quiet, with only the rustling of the Jujube Tree leaves in the wind and the occasional bark of a dog coming from the alleyway.

'The system's pre-entry reminders— Martial Practitioner, Cultivator, and elites—have all been revealed.'

'Among them, the essence is the least, so it should be the strongest.'

Qin Wangchuan thought for a moment, then turned to look at White Dew.

But apart from being able to talk and carry a few Spirit Grass, the deer in front of them hadn't shown any special abilities.

He certainly wouldn't have thought of that.

This seemingly ordinary White Deer has secretly thwarted a lot of trouble.

At this moment, White Dew stood on the mountaintop outside the town.

The wind was strong, whipping the snow-white fur into billowing waves.

It gazed down at the Dense Forest below the mountain.

Herds of wild boars, elk, and foxes were crossing the forest clearing and heading north, followed by several Martial Practitioner were peeking out from behind.

"The master is living in seclusion, practicing spiritual cultivation. Ordinary people should not disturb his tranquility."

After saying that, he turned and went down the mountain.

It still remembered what the master had said—to speak less.

But White Dew believes that actions speak louder than words.

It lured away those who wanted to get close to the gentleman; it blocked those who shouldn't have come.

That's all it can do.

After walking a few steps, White Dew suddenly stopped and looked back at the forest.

It remembered the gentleman's request before it left.

Oh, right.

"It would be much easier if you could talk."

"Please help me find a tiger; it has a scar on its left eye."

White Dew remembers that tiger.

Many years ago, a fierce tiger emerged from Tiger-Eye Mountain. It was much larger than an ordinary tiger and extremely ferocious.

Hunters, herb gatherers, and lost traveling merchants who wandered into those mountains were never heard from again.

The nearby villages were thrown into chaos. Finally, one day, the villagers pooled their money and hired martial arts instructors to come up the mountain to get rid of this beast.

What happened afterward, White Dew didn't know.

All that is known is that the tiger never appeared again after that.

Some say it died, others say it escaped into the deeper mountains.

Although I don't know why the gentleman is looking for that thing.

But we must carry out the master's instructions.