Master Ancestor, This Time I Really Didn't Mean to Scheme

'I'm Biyun Boy, and I'm panicking right now.'

On Skeleton Mountain, within a cave dwelling halfway up the grassy slopes, a tiny boy in colorful robes emerged with a flower basket in hand, head lowered and expression somewhat dejected.

Sigh, Master had sent him down the mountain to gather flowers again.

Who knew whether he would run into that fierce and savage Martial Uncle Ma Yuan from the neighboring cave dwelling again? He had heard that this Martial Uncle had even eaten Golden Immortals and loved eating human hearts most.

Most boys like them had been enlightened from mountain rocks and spirits. Their primary duty was to serve the master of the cave dwelling, and when the master went out, they had to guard the doors and watch the courtyard.

If they existed long enough and possessed abundant innate spirituality, they might also step into profound realms and become Formal Disciples.

For example, the most promising existence in their boy world was Your Majesty Jade Emperor of the Heavenly Court.

Of course, Jade Emperor had once been the Dao Ancestor's boy, and his origins were terrifyingly formidable. He counted among the Primordial Great Powers.

A boy like him...

Few blessings and fortunes, plenty of chores, immense cultivation pressure, and no holidays at all. When Master was in the cave, he had to serve tea and water; when Master went out, he was still required to cultivate diligently, without the slightest slackness.

How could a single word like miserable possibly cover it?

Roar—

A low growl rang out from the deep mountains. Biyun Boy shuddered all over, hugged his flower basket, and flew headlong toward the valley below the mountain. He was remarkably swift, vanishing in a flash.

Martial Uncle Ma Yuan really could scare a person to death.

Puff, puff,