Human Skin Seeking a Title?!

"Fellow, do I look like a god or a person?"

Moonlight spilled through the woods. A yellow weasel stood upright in the middle of a narrow forest path, its black eyes glimmering with spiritual light as it stared straight ahead and spoke in human words.

Standing before it was a young man and woman who looked to be only seventeen or eighteen.

Faced with a yellow weasel that could speak, the young man barely reacted. He rubbed his chin, then said, "You look like the Nine Heavens Yingyuan Thunderclap Puhua..."

As soon as the young man began speaking, the yellow weasel's fur stood on end. Before he could finish, it scampered up onto his shoulder and frantically clamped a paw over his mouth.

A humanlike look of terror flashed in its dark eyes. It hurriedly spoke again. "Holy crap, don't mess with a new account!"

"Not satisfied? Then ask again," the young man said, ever so accommodating.

"Fine. Fellow, do I look like a person or a god?" The yellow weasel froze for a moment, then let go. It nodded with a humanlike gesture and asked again.

"You look like the Great One Who Opened Heaven, Held the Talisman, Governed the Calendar, Embodied Truth, Attained the Dao, and Resided in the Golden Palace in the Clouds, the Nine Heavens, the Ruler of Ten Thousand Dao, the Unfettered Great Dao, the Bright Hall of Hao..." The young man pondered briefly, then began again.

But before he could finish, the yellow weasel clamped a paw over his mouth once more, looking utterly hopeless. "Bro, I'm done asking. I'm done."

The yellow weasel was truly scared. Thank goodness it hadn't let him finish the full honorific. If he'd said the whole thing, then the Strange Emperor Login might have hijacked its account, and it would probably have been dead on the spot...

"Uh, all right. Since you've finished asking, it's my turn. Do I look like a person or an immortal?" The young man gave a playful smile and spoke again.

Hearing that, a look of confusion crossed the yellow weasel's face, followed by an expression as if it had seen a ghost.

"Oh no. I've run into a person in a human skin seeking a title."

The yellow weasel had lived for more than half its life and seen plenty of animals seeking titles, but this was the first time it had encountered a person in a human skin seeking one!

"Mo Shang, stop teasing him."

Watching this scene from the side, the girl couldn't help covering her mouth and giggling.

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

After they had come to Blue Star through the Weird World, they'd appeared in a forest. They'd only just been about to leave when they ran into a yellow weasel seeking a title, and then this whole scene had unfolded...

"All right."

Mo Shang nodded, then looked at the yellow weasel again. "Ask again. This time I promise I won't give you a proper answer."

"Can I really trust you?" The yellow weasel eyed him suspiciously.

"Don't worry," Mo Shang assured it again.

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

"Fellow, after looking at me, do I look like a person or a god?"

This time, Mo Shang didn't recite the honorifics of some great immortal. A glow appeared at his brow, and an enigmatic Dao Seal quietly materialized. He softly uttered a single word.

"God."

That single word, "god," seemed to hold an indescribable power, carrying a faint, nearly imperceptible resonance of the Dao.

As Mo Shang's voice fell, moonlight seemed to be drawn by an invisible hand, gathering entirely around the yellow weasel.

Spiritual energy surged. The creature, whose body had originally stood only half as tall as a person, shuddered violently. A gentle spiritual glow spread across its fur as the bottleneck that had blocked it for a hundred years shattered with a sound.

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It felt every meridian in its body open at once. A vast flood of spiritual power burst from its dantian. Its meager cultivation, which had barely allowed it to speak human words, now surged like a great river.

The mundane hue faded from its fur, replaced by a radiant golden sheen. A wisp began to gather above its head, while the demonic aura surrounding it transformed entirely into the pure energy of an immortal.

A moment ago it had been a mountain spirit. Now it had been reborn, stepping into the ranks of the immortals.

The yellow weasel stood stock-still at first. Then it abruptly rose upright. Divine light shone from its black eyes, and it trembled with excitement, both astonished and overjoyed.

It could clearly feel that it had not only overcome the difficulties of taking human form and greatly increased its lifespan, but had also won the recognition of this world. In the past, a hundred years of cultivation had barely advanced it an inch. Now, with nothing more than this single bestowed title, it had leaped ahead by hundreds of years of arduous cultivation!

At that moment, the way it looked at Mo Shang changed. Its gaze filled with reverence. It hurriedly bowed with cupped hands, its voice brimming with barely contained excitement and awe.

"This junior pays his respects to the High Immortal."

The changes it had just experienced revealed something astonishing to the yellow weasel: the two people before it possessed an exalted status. They were no ordinary mortals!

The higher one's status, the greater the effect of a bestowed title. If a mortal had bestowed one, its cultivation would have increased at most. But Mo Shang's title had turned it into an immortal in an instant. He was clearly no ordinary mortal!

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

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

"The Weird World has its own unique rules too..."

"Mm, more or less. The rules are basically different in every world, though there are plenty of similarities."

Off to the side, the yellow weasel listened to their conversation, growing ever more astonished.

"The Mystic Heaven Realm? Every world? Have the two High Immortals visited many worlds? As expected of High Immortals. They can travel throughout the vast universe and all the heavens..."

Mo Shang had no idea what the yellow weasel was thinking. If he had, he probably would have burst out laughing...

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

"High Immortal, you can just call me Little Yellow. The nearest city isn't far from here. I can guide you there." The yellow weasel was overwhelmed by the honor and hurried to answer.

"All right, let's go," Mo Shang said with a nod.

"Of course. This way, High Immortals." The Yellow Immortal hurried to speak again, then went ahead to lead them.

It didn't take long for Mo Shang and Jiang Shuyu to reach a city under the Yellow Immortal's guidance.

Looking at the skyscrapers that soared into the clouds and the lively, bustling streets before him, a wistful look appeared in Mo Shang's eyes.

But a moment later, Mo Shang shook his head in disappointment and let out a helpless sigh. "Unfortunately, this isn't it..."

Although this place resembled the world he had lived in during his previous life, Mo Shang knew it wasn't the world he had been in before crossing over.

The world he'd crossed into had no cultivation system at all, and it hadn't been invaded by the Weird World.

"What's wrong?" Seeing Mo Shang's mood change, Jiang Shuyu couldn't help asking with concern.

"It's nothing."

Mo Shang shook his head, pushing those thoughts aside. Then he looked at the Yellow Immortal, who was currently perched on his shoulder, and asked, "By the way, do you have any money?"

As the saying went, a man with money was a man of resolve, but without money even a hero struggled. Money was still very important.

"No. I'm a yellow weasel, after all. Obviously, I don't need human money..."

The Yellow Immortal scratched his head. He usually cultivated in the mountains and rarely ventured into the human world.