Human Skin Seeking Title?!

"Fellow countryman, do I look like a god or a man?"

Moonlight spilled through the forest, and a yellow weasel blocked the path through the woods, standing upright on its hind legs. Its black eyes shimmered with intelligence as it stared straight ahead and spoke human words.

At this moment, before it stood a young man and woman, appearing to be only seventeen or eighteen years old.

Facing this weasel that could speak human language, the youth showed no great reaction. He rubbed his chin and promptly replied, "I think you look like the Nine Heavens Responding Yuan Thunder Sound Universal Transformation..."

As the youth spoke, the weasel's fur instantly bristled. Before he could finish, it scrambled up onto his shoulder in a flash and frantically covered his mouth with its paws.

A hint of human-like panic emerged in its pitch-black eyes, and it quickly spoke again: "Whoa, new account, don't mess with me!"

"Not satisfied? Then ask again." Seeing this, the youth graciously obliged.

"Alright, fellow countryman, do I look like a man or a god?" The weasel paused, let go of its paws, nodded in a human-like manner, and asked once more.

"I think you look like the Supreme Heaven Opening Talisman Holding Calendar Containing Truth Embodied Golden Que Cloud Palace Nine Vault Calendar Ten Thousand Ways Non-Action Great Bright Hall Hao..." The youth thought for a moment, then began again.

But before he could finish, the weasel once again clamped its paws over his mouth, looking utterly defeated as it said, "Bro, I'm not asking, I'm not asking anymore."

The weasel was truly terrified. If it had let him finish that full title, and it triggered a "Strange Emperor Login" to take over its body, it would probably be dead on the spot...

"Uh, fine. Since you're done asking, it's my turn. Do I look like a man or an immortal?" The youth gave a playful smile and then spoke again.

Hearing this, a look of bewilderment appeared on the weasel's face, followed by an expression like it had seen a ghost.

"Damn, I've run into a Human Skin Seeking Title."

The weasel had lived most of its life and seen plenty of animals seeking titles, but a human seeking a title? This was its first time!

"Brother Mo Shang, stop teasing him."

Watching from the side, the girl couldn't help but cover her mouth and stifle a laugh.

The young man and woman were none other than Mo Shang and Jiang Shuyu.

After passing through the bizarre world and arriving at Blue Star, they had appeared in a patch of woods. Just as they were about to leave, they encountered a weasel seeking a title, and then this scene unfolded...

"Fine."

Mo Shang nodded, then looked back at the weasel and said, "Ask again. This time, I definitely won't answer properly."

"Can I really trust you?" The weasel looked at him suspiciously.

"Rest assured." Mo Shang gave his word again.

Hearing this, the weasel hesitated for a moment, then asked once more.

"Fellow countryman, do I look like a man or a god?"

This time, Mo Shang didn't recite any grand titles of celestial beings. Starlight flickered between his brows, and a mysterious Dao Seal quietly emerged as he uttered a single word.

"God."

That single word seemed to carry an ineffable power, laced with a faint, barely audible Dao resonance.

As Mo Shang's voice fell, the moonlight seemed drawn by an invisible hand, converging entirely upon the yellow weasel.

Spiritual energy surged. Its body, originally only half a man's height, shuddered violently. A layer of warm, spiritual light rippled over its fur, and the bottleneck that had been pressing down on it for a hundred years shattered with a sound.

It felt all its meridians open wide. A vast, surging spiritual power exploded from its dantian. Its meager cultivation, which had only barely allowed it to speak human words, now swelled like a river in flood, surging upward.

Its fur shed its mundane hue, transforming into a flowing, radiant gold. A faint wisp of light gathered atop its head, and all its demonic aura turned into the pure, clear energy of an immortal.

A moment ago, it had been a wild mountain spirit. Now, it had shed its mortal shell and stepped into the ranks of the immortals.

The weasel stood frozen for a moment, then abruptly straightened up. Its black eyes shone with divine light, a mix of shock and joy, its whole body trembling slightly with excitement.

It could clearly feel that not only had it achieved unimpeded transformation and greatly extended its lifespan, but it had also gained the recognition of this world. Where before it had cultivated a hundred years without advancing an inch, now, with this single word of conferral, it had directly crossed centuries of bitter training!

At this moment, its gaze toward Mo Shang changed, becoming utterly reverent. It quickly bowed with hands clasped, its voice carrying an uncontrollable excitement and awe:

"This junior greets the Upper Immortal."

Through the changes in its own body, the weasel had discovered something shocking: the two before it possessed an extremely high status—they were no ordinary mortals!

The higher the status, the better the effect of the title. If a mortal had conferred the title, it would at most have increased its cultivation. But Mo Shang's conferral had instantly made it an immortal, proving he was definitely no mortal!

Mo Shang didn't react to the weasel's reverence. Instead, he studied it with interest, then suddenly said, "The Mystic Heaven Realm doesn't seem to have this kind of rule..."

"Every world has different rules. That's normal." Jiang Shuyu nodded.

"The bizarre world also has its own unique Dao rules..."

"Mm, pretty much. The rules of each world are basically different, but there are also many similarities."

Listening to their conversation from the side, the weasel grew even more astonished.

"Mystic Heaven Realm? Every world? These two Upper Immortals have been to many worlds? As expected of Upper Immortals, able to travel the cosmos and all heavens..."

Mo Shang had no idea what the weasel was thinking. If he did, he'd probably burst out laughing...

"By the way, Yellow Immortal, do you know where the nearest city is?" Mo Shang and Jiang Shuyu stopped their discussion and asked the weasel.

"Upper Immortal, you can just call me Little Yellow. The nearest city isn't far from here. This lowly one can guide you." The weasel, flattered, quickly replied.

"Alright, then let's go." Mo Shang nodded.

"Alright, two esteemed immortals, this way, please." The Yellow Immortal quickly spoke again, stepping ahead to begin guiding them.

It didn't take much time before, under the Yellow Immortal's lead, Mo Shang and Jiang Shuyu arrived within a city.

Gazing at the towering buildings that pierced the clouds and the bustling, lively streets, a flicker of nostalgia surfaced in Mo Shang's eyes.

But soon, Mo Shang shook his head with a hint of disappointment, letting out a helpless sigh. "Pity, it's not here..."

Though this place closely resembled the world of his past life, Mo Shang knew it was not the world he had crossed over from.

The world he had crossed into had no cultivation system at all, nor had it suffered any eerie invasion.

"What's wrong?" Seeing Mo Shang's troubled mood, Jiang Shuyu couldn't help but ask with concern.

"Nothing."

Mo Shang shook his head, suppressing his thoughts, then turned his gaze to the Yellow Immortal now perched on his shoulder. "By the way, do you have any money?"

As the saying went, money makes a man bold; without it, a man struggles. Cash was still very important.

"No, I'm a weasel—obviously I have no use for human currency..." The Yellow Immortal scratched its head. It usually cultivated in the mountains and rarely entered the human world.