Which normal person would extract a thread of divine conscious at every turn?

But this Young Sir Mo had extracted a good many threads of divine conscious without batting an eye, casting them out in multiple directions.

What the hell was he so anxious to look for?

The Gingko Immortal pursed her lips and didn’t take it to heart that Young Sir Mo had ignored her. She swayed her lithe waist as she continued coquettishly, “Young Sir Mo…”

Yet Mo Lian turned a blind eye and walked past her. He then leaped onto Seventh Yan, who had transformed into a dragon.

“Hey, Boss! You can’t abandon us,” Dao Wuji called while waving his hand.

“Keep up with me then.”

Keep… up… 

He wanted to ask, who could f*ckin’ keep up with a sacred beast, and a golden dragon at that!

Unless… 

Dao Wuji looked at the Little Despot anxiously.

The Little Despot snorted and gruffly waved his hand. He summoned a beast with the hooves of a horse, the torso of a tiger, the head of a dragon, and the antlers of a deer.

The beast stomped off the ground with its four hooves and shot into the air.

Immediately afterwards, the Little Despot leaped up and landed stably on its back.

Dao Wuji quickly jumped up while beaming with joy. After him followed the gaunt mendicant, the Luo Brothers, the Gingko Immortal, and the Peony Immortal. They all requested the Little Despot for a ride.

The Little Despot’s beast was a rarely-seen sacred beast, the qilin. Its entire body was deep blue and was shimmering with a peculiar glow. It was a rather resplendent sight.

Only the qilin, who was similarly a sacred beast, would be able to keep up with Crown Prince Mo’s golden dragon.

“Thanks for the trouble, Little Despot.” They expressed their gratitude to the Little Despot.

There was no other choice since this little fellow was so petty-minded. If they didn’t show their gratitude at the beginning, who knows if this black-hearted fellow would kick you off the qilin’s back halfway!

Let us return back to Qiao Mu’s side of the story, where the people from the academy were riding Mentor Wei Xu’s aerial centipede toward Mount Tai.

After four hours, everybody still decided to come down to rest.

The aerial centipede had been flying with several hundred passengers the night prior, so it had long been worn out. It was already doing a good job by holding out for another four hours.

Seeing that the large fellow had drooped its head while sprawling on the ground, Qiao Mu knitted her brows and walked over. She stopped several steps from it and tossed it a pill.

Truthfully speaking, she really didn’t like these many-legged creatures from the bottom of her heart!

After tossing the centipede a pill with her distaste apparent on her face, the little fellow returned and sat next to Qi Xuanxuan to rest.

Wei Xu swept his eyes over everybody before announcing, “It won’t be able to fly anymore today. It also looks like night is about to fall. We’ll camp here for the night before setting out for Mount Tai again tomorrow morning.”

Everybody naturally had no objections. They each took out their dry food from their inner world to eat, but they found it dry and tasteless.

Ma Ta looked at Qiao Mu with puppy dog eyes. “Qiaoqiao, let’s make a fire and cook some mushroom soup.”

Truthfully speaking, he really couldn’t swallow this dry food after having eaten this and that with Qiaoqiao!

Qiao Mu nodded and planned to gather some branches and the like in the nearby forest.

Everybody cheered and quickly got up to gather firewood with her. They would make a fire for Qiaoqiao to cook them a flavorful mushroom soup. Just thinking about it made them jubilant.

Qiao Mu shook her head helplessly.

It was only a bit of mushroom soup. Did it make them that happy?