Master, Please Take Up Your Brush

"Ah!! Haha, run!!"

"Ah, hehe, wait for me!"

"Little Scarlet is catching up! Whoever gets caught is a puppy!!"

"Woof woof woof!!"

A group of children chased and roughhoused in the alley. Little Scarlet's eyes and face no longer looked sly and wretched; it had the bearing of a king among children. Its body was exceptionally nimble, sending chickens and dogs flying into chaos all around.

It chuckled lowly. A bunch of little brats—I'll catch every last one of you!

"Hey, hey, slow down."

The neighbors laughed and scolded them in the alley. These little rascals—during the town festival these past few days, the school was not holding lessons, making the place far livelier. That little dog from the Chen Family ran about every day without fear of getting lost.

This was Little Scarlet's first time truly letting loose. The mortal world was incomparably safe, and it had finally stopped cowering about. Instead, it roamed through streets and alleys, proclaiming itself the Dog King of these few lanes, carrying an innate bloodline suppression.

Inside the Chen Family's small courtyard.

Nangong Hueling sat in the courtyard sewing clothes, threading needle through cloth in tranquil silence. Black Bull lay in the yard, listening to the wind. Every so often, it let out a moo, its eyes filled with contentment.

Now, it and Chen Xun only needed to slowly nurture the Heavenly Origin, and the immortal path lay within reach. Once time and cultivation had become equal, they had completely set their minds at ease and no longer went out in search of opportunities.

It was the perfect chance to show their third sister this flourishing mortal world and live some peaceful days. As their state of mind gradually aged, they would no longer have such a mindset to enter the mortal