The Night Patrol Wandering Deity and the Authority of Beast-Rearing

As he emerged from the Underground Palace, the thick azure mist outside seemed to have thinned considerably under the pillar of divine light that had just shot into the heavens.

The mountain range's violent tremors had subsided, replaced by a steady, weighty rhythm, as though Ridge Vein Mountain had finally recovered its breath.

Still dressed in azure robes, Chu Bai threaded his way among jumbled rocks and ancient trees, carrying the little clay old man on his back.

Only now, the way the fellow in his basket addressed him had quietly changed.

"My lord."

The little old Land God's voice was no longer hoarse and confused. Instead, it carried heartfelt deference, even a measure of awe.

Within the divine hierarchy, ranks were strictly observed. "My lord" was typically how lesser deities addressed exalted beings who bore an imperial mandate and possessed immense spiritual merit.

"My lord, where shall we go next?" the Land God asked softly. His tone held less of its earlier probing and more of a sincere desire to assist.

Chu Bai casually drew a stalk of Blood Spirit Herb, blood-red from tip to stem and still clinging with dirt, from his robes and stuffed it into his mouth as though chewing a radish.

As the herbal juice entered his mouth, magma-hot energy erupted within him once more, only to be instantly tamed by his [food injury leaks elegance] fate destiny and transformed into pure reserves of bodily strength.

"This herb is good. Its medicinal power is a little fierce, but it really does an excellent job of replenishing spiritual power, qi, and blood."

Chu Bai exhaled a blood-tinged breath, a keen light shifting in his eyes. "Take me to find more like it. If I can pile my cultivation up to perfection before the Heavenly Ladder opens,