Editor:Â EndlessFantasy Translation
Did Braydon Neal really need this silly protector for his cultivation?
Trusting the white ape seemed more reliable than relying on Luke Yates.
Under the watchful eyes of Braydon, the little fool bowed his head and dutifully returned to his room to cultivate.
âHeâs quite talented!â remarked the white ape.
Braydon, naturally, agreed.
Little Fool was his younger brother, and Braydon was well aware of his martial arts prowess.
The white ape continued, âHaving high talent is excellent, but throughout history, those who accomplished great feats were also determined and resilient. Unfortunately, heâs too stubborn. His future achievements might be limited.â
âMy younger brother was born into a good life. You will understand in the future,â Braydon said casually.
The white ape looked confused; the sentence didnât quite resonate with it.
However, as they ventured deeper into the wilderness, the white ape would soon uncover the uniqueness of the little fool.
While other aborigines might never encounter a rare treasure in their lives, Little Fool encountered several types regularly.
In the following period, with Little Foolâs abilities, it was practically guaranteed that he would come across more rare treasures.
As Braydon prepared to enter seclusion, a slight frown creased his forehead.
A sharp glint appeared in his eyes as he sensed a change in the soil around him, similar to the earth dragon encounter before.
A spirit beast in the soil seeking them out?
Braydonâs eyes glinted with a hint of hostility.
With darkness outside, any movement could attract spirit beasts. If others came to their doorstep, they needed to eliminate them swiftly to cover their scent.
As the soil loosened, a furry head emerged with a small red flower on topâa white and chubby ginseng baby.
Wearing a red belly band and taking on human form, it stealthily looked around.
This was a rare treasure!
Not long ago, the ginseng baby Little Fool had encountered almost devoured him.
Now, this rare treasure had returned.
âThis is a spirit ginseng in human form!â exclaimed the white ape in shock. âProbably more than 3,000 years old!â
What was a three-thousand-year-old spirit ginseng?
It had witnessed nearly half of Hansworthâs history and surpassed even the First Emperor in age.
âLuke, your friend has come to see you,â Braydon called out calmly.
âWho?â The little fool, still barefooted, dashed out from his room.
âLittle Fatty!â he exclaimed in surprise upon seeing the ginseng baby.
âJi ji, wah wah!â The ginseng chubby baby gestured, looking aggrieved, as if it were complaining.
The unusual part was that this creature could speak.
Braydon and the white ape were bewildered.
What was even weirder was that Luke could understand it.
Luke stated confidently. âDonât be afraid. Who bullied you? Iâll stand up for you!â
Braydon was rendered speechless.
After a moment of silence, he realized that the little fool had somehow become the ginseng babyâs big brother.
However, that didnât stop the little fool from turning to Braydon. âBrother, I have to go out for a while. My little brother was bullied, and I have to help him get back at the bully.â
Smack!
Braydon slapped the little foolâs head, saying expressionlessly, âItâs nighttime. Eighth-level spirit beasts are on the prowl. Are you going out to die?â
âMy little brother came to find me. If I donât show up for him, how can I survive in this area in the future?â Luke explained seriously.
Braydon was left speechless, finding some sense in what the little fool said.
More importantly, he sensed that something was amiss.
Wasnât it a bit too much for Luke to call a rare treasure his brother?
A 3,000-year-old ginseng was a ginseng baby, a shapeshifting existence.
Even the white ape might be tempted.
However, the white ape was at a bottleneck, with its only goal being to break through and advance to the emperor levelâa beast emperor.
External objects were of no use to it now, and thus, it harbored no greedy thoughts.
At that moment, the white apeâs expression turned solemn.
âLuke, the value of this rare treasure surpasses your imagination. Even an emperor would be tempted. Itâs a rare treasure that has grown for 3,000 years and has transformed. This is the first time Iâve seen something like this in my life.â
âI donât care. I want to go out!â The little fool started making a fuss.
Right then, another visitor knocked on the door.
A snow-white rabbit emerged from the soil.
Upon meeting, both the rabbit and the little fool started shouting at each other.
The rabbit was the spirit mushroom that the little fool had almost stewed not long ago.
It giggled and said, âAhhh!â
âWere you bullied too?â Luke asked angrily.
The bunny nodded quickly and gestured to Luke, indicating that something was bullying it and the chubby ginseng.
Wide-eyed, the white ape remarked, âA spirit mushroom that has spirituality? Itâs like a spirit beast. Itâs at least 3,500 years old.â
The little white rabbit squealed twice in the direction of the soil it came from.
As expected, two more rare treasures appeared.
A small gray mouse, full of spirituality, and a palm-sized golden kitten that obediently came in front of the little fool to bow.
The little mouse also bowed, as if presenting a greeting gift.
It seemed they acknowledged the little fool as their big brother.
This sight left the white ape breathless.
It finally understood what Braydon meant when he said his brother was born into a good life.
All four treasures were exceptionally rare.
In the end, they had gathered to seek a human martial artist.
The little fool spoke to them, saying worriedly, âMy brother wonât let me go out. Why donât we wait until dawn? Letâs go out together.â
âAwoo!â The snow-white rabbit, a little unwilling, eventually agreed with the ginseng baby holding its head.
He didnât know what these rare treasures and the little fool were up to when they returned to his room.
The white ape stayed silent for a long time outside. Finally, it whispered, âPerhaps he really is born into a good life.â
Braydon smiled gently, paying no attention to the white apeâs sigh.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Returning to his room, he sat down cross-legged, entering a deep state of cultivation.
Braydon circulated the Great Void of Kylo Art and consumed a transcendent-grade spirit pill.
The surging medicinal efficacy boosted his vitality.
Braydon and the little fool had been missing for a few months. It had been more than two months.
The Northern Army sons were worried, knowing that Luke had the protection of three terrifying existences in his body.
However, there were numerous secrets hidden in the ruins.
The forbidden area in the forest guarded by the giant beast had already triggered the release of the three imperial decree powers from Lukeâs body.
It was evident that many forbidden areas existed in the wilderness, possibly even housing emperors. Great danger was inevitable.
Frediano Jadanza and the others were concerned.
They sought their teacher, Finley Yanagi, who advised them to cultivate hard.
According to Finley, Braydon and Luke were in a major aboriginal city 18,000 miles away and faced no danger.
The seemingly all-knowing Old Devil Yanagi was aware of Braydonâs situation. How did he come by this knowledge?