Kylin Eggs

A Great Luo directly attacked a Demon Race clan guarded by a Great Luo ancestor, beat their Demon Race Great Luo half to death, and snatched away that acquired spiritual root.

After trading Yellow Dragon for more than ten five-hundred-jin jars of Crimson Blood Wine, he flaunted them throughout the Witch Race.

This led the other members of the Witch Race to follow suit, rushing off to rob the Demon Race as well, further intensifying the conflict between the two races.

Yet among all the trades with the Witch Race, the one that made Yellow Dragon's heart race came from a rather young-looking witch. From somewhere, the child had huffed and puffed his way over with several stone eggs of varying sizes, apparently left behind by some unknown race.

"I found these when I was carving out my cave dwelling. I broke through into a mountain cave and discovered them inside. They must be very precious! I want to trade them for a big jar of wine, just like Wu Tong did." The young witch pointed at the five-hundred-jin jade jar beside Yellow Dragon, his eyes fixed on Yellow Dragon with blazing intensity.

Yellow Dragon picked up one of the stone eggs and examined it closely, but found only dead silence within. He was slightly disappointed.

Yet his principle in trading was, "Better to seize every chance than let one slip away," so he continued inspecting them one by one.

Then, when he examined a stone egg that was clearly larger than all the others—

An exceedingly faint trace of life appeared in his perception. Yellow Dragon focused his mind and separated off strands of his Primordial Spirit, inch by inch permeating the egg. The complete outline of a living creature appeared beneath his Primordial Spirit!

Yellow Dragon's pupils contracted sharply, but his face remained impassive as he forcibly suppressed the stormy waves in his heart. A kylin egg!

And one whose life force had not yet been extinguished!

After First Kylin led the Kylin Clan to transform themselves into the Dao and merge with the prehistoric earth, becoming symbols of auspiciousness in the primordial world, the Kylin Clan's karmic sins had been wiped clean—but they had also vanished without a trace from the world.

"Mm. Only one egg has the faintest thread of life left, but whether it can hatch is hard to say. It certainly can't be traded for a whole large jar of Crimson Blood Wine." Yellow Dragon spoke evenly as he took out ten ten-jin jars of wine and pushed them over. "These for this egg. Deal?"

"Deal! I believe you wouldn't deceive me!"

Seeing the stone jars before him, the child jumped with joy. Hugging the jars, he vanished in a puff of smoke.

Before long, though, he returned with several witches about his own age, each of them carrying several stone eggs.

Yellow Dragon's mouth fell wide open, his jaw nearly hitting the ground. Had these Witch Race children raided a kylin nest?!

After Yellow Dragon's examination, seven out of the dozens of eggs still held life. The rest had all become dead eggs!

Yellow Dragon gave the young witch two five-hundred-jin jars of Crimson Blood Wine before collecting every last kylin egg.

Yellow Dragon carefully stored the kylin eggs within the Mysterious Yellow World. In particular, for the seven eggs that still possessed life, he carved out a hollow atop a spiritual vein and filled it with Sweet Dew Water, allowing the eggs to slowly absorb the life force within the dew.

This months-long stall not only left Yellow Dragon with his coffers overflowing, but also rapidly strengthened the witches who had traded for his Crimson Blood Wine.

The witches of the Houtu Tribe began venturing into Demon Race territory with increasing frequency as well.

However, just as Yellow Dragon was reaping a bountiful harvest from his stall in the Houtu Tribe, the atmosphere among the witches abruptly changed. A suffocating, murderous air spread through the entire tribe.

The conflict that the Witch Race and Demon Race had accumulated over countless years finally erupted completely due to the Witch Race's repeated raids on the Demon Race. An all-out war had begun just like that!

"The Demon Race is attacking on all fronts. The war has begun, and little friend Yellow Dragon should not remain among the Witch Race any longer." Houyi suddenly appeared and said to Yellow Dragon, "I was the one who invited you here as a guest. I never expected war with the Demon Race to break out so soon. As a disciple of a Saint, little friend, you should not become embroiled in a war between our two races."

"I shall send you back to Kunlun at once!"

With that, he raised his hand and threw a punch, blasting a deep passage through space that led into the unknown.

Yellow Dragon did not dare delay. He solemnly cupped his hands toward Houyi and Witch Race friends such as Wu Tong, who had come to see him off. "Everyone, take care! Next time, I'll treat you all to wine!"

On the outskirts of Kunlun, space was suddenly torn open, and a figure shot out.

Yellow Dragon looked back at the spatial passage slowly shrinking behind him, feeling somewhat envious. Great Luos really were incredible. A journey that would originally have taken several thousand years had brought him here with a single punch.

"Still, it's off by a bit. Kunlun is still ten million li away," Yellow Dragon murmured.

With a thought from Yellow Dragon, an auspicious cloud condensed beneath his feet and carried him swiftly toward Kunlun's mountain gate.

The closer he drew to Kunlun's mountain gate, the livelier the surroundings became.

There were living beings of every shape and appearance: plant and tree spirits who had taken human form, strange beasts who had attained the Dao, Human Race cultivators, and several innate beings born of heaven and earth.

Seeing this, Yellow Dragon understood. The three teachings of Kunlun had never stopped accepting disciples, yet very few could truly enter beneath a Saint's tutelage.

Yellow Dragon suddenly recalled something. He lowered his cloud and followed the crowd of living beings toward Kunlun's mountain gate.

Yet as they neared the majestic gates of Kunlun, around which Dao patterns coiled, he found the gathered beings halted in place.

Several disciples of the Sect of Interception were brazenly blocking the entrance to the mountain gate. Their expressions were arrogant, their eyes shifting as they inspected every being hoping to undergo the examination with looks of scrutiny and greed.

The leader had bluish skin, a pair of horns growing from his head, and upturned eyes. He held a wolf-tooth club in his hand. There was not the slightest trace of a Saint's disciple's immortal bearing about him; he was all ferocity.

Upon seeing that Sect of Interception disciple, Yellow Dragon frowned slightly and slowed his pace.

The leading disciple pointed his wolf-tooth club at a youth whose aura was pure and clear, one transformed from an innate spiritual plant, and drawled, "Hey, brat. You want to enter the mountain for the examination, become a disciple beneath a Saint, and comprehend the Saint's supreme Great Dao. Do you understand the rules?"

The youth's face was still childish and his eyes clear. He respectfully cupped his hands and replied, "This junior understands. One must pass the examination set by the Saint, which tests one's character and innate foundation, before it can be decided whether one will be accepted."

"Hmph, an examination?"

The Sect of Interception disciple sneered. He exchanged glances with the people beside him, and all of them revealed faint, secretive smiles. "Naturally, there will be an examination. But whether you can take the examination 'smoothly' depends on how much sincerity you show."

The Sect of Interception disciple held his wolf-tooth club in one hand while rubbing the fingers of his other hand together. His meaning could not have been clearer.

The youth froze, clearly not understanding. Bewildered, he said, "Sincerity? My heart is wholly devoted to the Dao, and it is utterly sincere...!"

"Cut the nonsense!"

Another Sect of Interception disciple beside him, his face thick with flesh, interrupted impatiently. "Can't you understand? If you want to take the examination, you first have to offer us senior brothers a 'gatekeeping fee'!"

"Our demands aren't high. Spiritual plants, immortal herbs, rare treasures, innate spiritual iron—whatever good things you have, hand them all over! So long as we senior brothers are satisfied, we guarantee that your path through the examination will be completely unimpeded!"

The young zhi's face turned pale. Though his true form was extraordinary, he usually only absorbed and exhaled spiritual qi and had never carefully gathered worldly possessions. Now he had nothing on him. What treasure could he possibly offer? He could only say awkwardly, "I... I don't... have any..."

"None?"

The leading disciple's face immediately darkened. He swung his wolf-tooth club and snorted coldly. "If you have no sincerity, then don't blame us if the examination proves hard to pass."