Yi Shuyuan stopped as well and looked at the little marten, frozen in place. It seemed the dragon race commanded quite a bit of awe.
"Your cultivation is shallow, but you certainly have plenty of crafty ideas. Do you have a name?"
At these words, the little marten finally caught its breath.
"In answer to Your Immortal Eminence, my ancestral surname is Hui, and my name is Hui Mian. I've cultivated on Phoenix Mountain for over two hundred years. The local villagers even erected a statue of me!"
This little marten did know a few divine arts, so it was entirely possible that people had worshipped a statue of it.
But hearing this, Yi Shuyuan turned to give it another careful appraisal. An ancestral surname of Hui? Two hundred years?
Even if this fellow really had cultivated for two hundred years, it probably hadn't accumulated much attainment.
Still, that slick tongue and worldly cunning certainly weren't what one would expect from an inexperienced spirit.
"Have you discerned anything in the Mountain and River Immortal Furnace Diagram?"
The little marten, working hard to present itself as a "good spirit," muttered inwardly at this question, then offered another evasive answer.
"Well, it is a peerless masterpiece. My demonic power may be meager, but I do like to dabble in refined pursuits. I wanted to appreciate it."
"Refined pursuits? Stealing swill?"
Yi Shuyuan couldn't help making that remark.
The little marten trembled slightly, its demonic aura slipping out of its control and beginning to show.
"Ah-you've gone too far! Don't strike a man in the face or expose his shortcomings when you curse him! I'll fight you!"
The little spirit dropped the roast chicken and flailed wildly with its claws bared. Yi Shuyuan's heart tightened, and he gathered his magical power and true