Under the bright sun, Lesser Qiong Peak, protected by layer upon layer of arrays, possessed a different kind of comfort.
Sitting idly in the bamboo grove, feeling the perfectly balanced spiritual energy, savoring fragrant tea brewed with his own hands, listening from afar to the murmurs of people on other peaks and nearby to the chirping warblers and swallows by the pavilion—these days of cultivating at home were simply so tranquil, comfortable, and...
Mm, one should not act too much like a Dragon King. Forget about shoulder massages and back rubs.
After all, he was a disciple of the Human Teaching and ought to live simply and endure hardship. The Great Mage was still sleeping on a straw heap, so he could not leap straight to the finish line either.
Li Changshou appeared leisurely, but his Paper Daoist Clones were busy throughout the Southern Continent, repairing damaged temples and comforting disaster-stricken mortals.
After this battle, Li Changshou decided that within a hundred years, he would establish an emergency Sea God Cult Protectorate Squad.
Since those coming to cause trouble within the Sea God Cult's territory would likely mostly be of the Demon Race from now on, Li Changshou decided to hire the Wu Tribe as the squad's primary fighting force. Once he resolved a key problem, he would head to the Northern Continent to discuss the matter.
The key problem—how to partially lift the oath sworn by the Wu Tribe.
Originally, Li Changshou had thought today would be a quiet yet fulfilling day, until...
His immortal senses caught the sight of that tower ship heading toward the Du Xian Sect, and he saw the seductive fox woman standing at its prow.
A Lan? Or was it Xiao Lan?
Why had this Qingqiu fox still not given up...
After pondering briefly,