Chaos Spirit Field

In the evening, Zhao Shanhe set up a stove in the yard and was barbecuing. He heard a "moo" sound. He looked closely and realized that someone's cow had flown into the sky. This was no exaggeration.

A green ox appeared in the sky above the Spirit Beast Pavilion and slowly landed in front of Zhao Shanhe's courtyard. Deacon Liu appeared from nowhere and knelt on the ground to pay homage.

"Spirit Beast Pavilion Deacon Liu Pengfei pays homage to the Sect Master."

A middle-aged man with an immortal look got off the back of the blue ox and said, "Get up. Immortal sects don't have so many red tape. I'm here for a barbecue feast."

The middle-aged man wasn't the only one on the ox's back; there were others as well: a wealthy, overweight man, a stunningly beautiful young woman, and a tender, delicate little girl.

Tantai Mingzhu ran out of the courtyard and came to the beautiful young woman and said coquettishly, "Mother, you are here."

The beautiful young woman looked at the injuries on her son's face, frowned, and said, "Bao'er, who beat you like this? Deacon Liu, who did it?"

Deacon Liu shuddered with fear. He hesitated, unsure of what to say or whether to betray Zhao Shanhe. Tan Tai Ming Zhu said, "Mother, how could I, a formidable person like me, be beaten? The path in the Spirit Beast Pavilion is uneven, and I accidentally fell."

The beautiful young woman glared at Deacon Liu and said, "Deacon Liu, when you have time, please repair the road to the Spirit Beast Pavilion and stop my son from falling down."

At that moment, the clear, melodious cry of a crane suddenly rang out. Zhao Shanhe knew it was his uncle. He quickly told Yang Qianjin to keep an eye on the fire and hurried out of the yard. Seeing him emerge, Tan Tai Mingyue immediately shouted in a delicate voice, "Zhao Shanhe, you're not even kneeling before the Sect Master! Liu Pengfei, don't give him any signs!"

Zhao Shanhe's eyes quickly swept around, finally landing on the calm, middle-aged man beside the blue ox. Without hesitation, he knelt on both knees and saluted respectfully, "Spirit Beast Pavilion's Senior Brother Zhao Shanhe, greetings to the Sect Master!"

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly, sizing up the young man before him, and asked calmly, "Little kid, how did you know I was the Sect Leader?"

Zhao Shanhe lowered his head and replied, "Master, I feel that you alone bring me the greatest pressure. The master must be a powerful figure in the sect, possessing unparalleled power. Therefore, I dare to guess that you must be the master."

A hint of admiration flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, and he nodded slowly, "Well, not bad. It's rare for someone so young to have such keen perception. No wonder you can communicate with spirit beasts. Get up."

"Thank you, Master."

"You were the one who injured my grandson's face."

Zhao Shanhe said with a sullen look on his face, "Master, Brother Tantai Mingzhu and I are acquainted through fighting! Kids, what boy doesn't fight? Just let him fight back when we get back. I promise I won't fight back."

At this moment, Tan Tai Ming Zhu suddenly interrupted and asked, "Zhao Shanhe, you said that yourself!"

Zhao Shanhe quickly responded, "Second Junior Brother, a true man's words are as true as a nail. As the saying goes, even a rabbit will bite when cornered. As long as it's not too much, I will definitely keep my promise and will not fight back."

However, Tan Tai Ming Zhu wouldn't easily believe Zhao Shanhe's nonsense. He rolled his eyes, a sly smile playing on his lips, and then he said, "Brother-in-law, we're all family. Why bother with such petty arguments? I'll just pretend nothing happened."

Hearing this, Zhao Shanhe couldn't help but feel panic. He had never expected Tan Tai Ming Zhu to be so vindictive and pick on his sore spots. He was really asking for trouble! Looking at the fat man's unfriendly eyes, he felt that his life might be in danger today.

At this moment, Zhao Shanhe secretly thought that after today's hurdle, he would find an opportunity to teach this guy a lesson. He just didn't know if there would be a chance to "turn back"...

Just as Zhao Shanhe was feeling anxious, suddenly, a sound like the sound of nature reached his ears—it turned out to be Tan Tai Ming Yue speaking:

"Zhao Shanhe, I want to eat Lingmei candied haws." These words seemed like a clear spring found in the desert, coming at such a perfect time that Zhao Shanhe's nervous mood was instantly relieved.

"Wife, I have developed other flavors. Do you want to try them?" Zhao Shanhe really wanted to slap himself twice. Why was he shouting for no reason? He saw that the fat man's face turned gloomy. He thought that he was doomed today. The savior he had been thinking about finally arrived.

"Tantai Yulong, Yang Xiaochan, Ouyang Bufan, and Luo Tianshuang greet the Sect Master."

"Yulong, no need to be so polite. Your nephew is really interesting."

Tantai Mingyue ran over and pulled Yang Xiaochan, saying, "Sister Xiaochan, tell Zhao Shanhe to make me some candied haws. I want to eat some."

Without waiting for his aunt to speak, Zhao Shanhe quickly took out a handful of candied haws from his storage bag, first handed a string to the headmaster, and then distributed it to everyone present, even the majestic blue ox got one.

"My dear seniors, please try these delicious candied haws first! This isn't a good place for chatting. The delicious barbecue feast will be ready soon. Please excuse me for a moment and go down to prepare it."

The leader of the Qingniu Sect nodded slightly, expressing his agreement, "Go ahead. I'm a little hungry..."

So, a group of people filed in and came to Zhao Shanhe's courtyard. Deacon Liu was about to let the group of little kids pay homage, but the headmaster signaled him not to interfere.

At this time, the chubby man said, "My dear nephew Yulong, you are really well-informed!"

Tan Tai Yu Long remained calm and composed, replying, "Uncle, you are too kind. It was Ming Yue who told my wife about this, and I just came here to join in the fun."

The famous fat man continued, "My dear nephew Yulong, I heard that Zhao Shanhe possesses the five elements of spiritual roots. You'd better persuade him not to be so delusional. How can a pheasant be with a phoenix?"

"Uncle, children's words are innocent and should not be taken seriously. You are worrying too much."

"Tantai Yulong, I'm not kidding you. If you guys fight for the position of the head, don't involve my daughter, or I won't give anyone face."

"Uncle, you're overthinking it. Mingyue is a natural talent, and I think she's more suitable to be the head."

"She's just a woman, and she can't bear the responsibility of being the head of the sect. I respect her opinion, but Zhao Shanhe is not suitable. His five-element spiritual roots have no future. Even if you spare no effort to cultivate him, he won't achieve anything."

"Uncle, where did you get this from?"

"The candied haws he just distributed were quite expensive. I bet you didn't fund them."

Tan Tai Yulong was unsure, he had given Zhao Shanhe a hundred Qi Refining Pills, he thought they wouldn't all be squandered.