Starting with the Magic Absorption Technique: I swept through the fantasy world.

Everyone couldn't help but laugh. Qingdai blushed and quickly said, "These are just my seeds, nothing special."

Wang Mu looked at the seeds in his hand, then looked up at Qingdai, his eyes resolute. "Seeds are life, they are hope. They can grow all over the mountains and fields. They are a wonderful gift."

"As for the rest, I only ask that there be no more killing."

Wang Mu was unaware that when he said those two sentences, Qingdai saw him radiant, as pure and holy as a banished immortal.

After saying that, Qingdai broke off a short twig from a distance, which was very green.

Following Qingdai's action, all the elders knelt on one knee.

"This……"

Qingdai gave the bud to Wang Mu.

"Although I am the old Demon King, the demon race is now divided and I can no longer command respect. But if there are any demons who still recognize me, seeing this branch is like seeing me. If you need anything in the future, I, Qingdai, will be there whenever you call."

Wang Mu understood perfectly. In other words, the demon race had been unified by Qiongqi, and the human race and the demon race were now also divided into separate groups.

However, Qingdai also showed great goodwill by gifting Wang Muna a green branch.

Afterwards, everyone returned to the Linghai Sect.

Under the eaves, Wang Mu sat cross-legged on a futon, leaning lazily against a nearby nanmu pillar. His light golden hair was casually tied up with a small fox-shaped wooden hairpin, with a few strands of hair falling loosely over his forehead and temples. He wore a loose, light-colored Taoist robe.

Wang Mu gazed at a jujube tree at the base of the south wall opposite, where a bird was nestling in the tree.

After a short while, the bird flew away, and Wang Mu closed his eyes to rest for a while, waiting for the bird to return.

The sunshine made me feel warm all over, my clothes smelled of sunshine, my cheeks were slightly warm, and the occasional breeze that brushed past my face was quite refreshing, my loose hair swaying from side to side in the wind.

It's been a long time since I've had such a leisurely afternoon.

"The Emperor? The Emperor?"

"Daydreaming again?"

A pretty girl of seven or eight years old entered the courtyard, scolded him, and rushed to Wang Mu.

When the girl interrupted his daydreaming, Wang Mu smiled and patted the other cushion next to him, gesturing for the girl to sit down next to him.

The girl is currently the youngest member of the Linghai Sect, making her a junior sister.

"Wu Jin, slow down, don't fall."

The girl pulled the cushion closer to Wang Mu before sitting down, her delicate feet swinging back and forth.

The girl's name was Wujin, and she was an orphan who was taken in by the elders.

When she was picked up, she was thin and frail. The disciples liked her very much when they saw her, but none of them dared to hug her, for fear that they would be clumsy and make her cry.

People were just saying that someone so thin probably didn't even weigh five pounds.

Over time, the disciples all began to call her Wujin (五斤).

Wu Jin shook his little head proudly.

"Your Majesty, isn't it beautiful? The Eighth Elder gave it to me."

Wang Mu looked at the tassels on Wu Jin's hair bun, patted Wu Jin's little head, and felt a little uncomfortable, but still praised him.

"nice."

The Eighth Elder went mad after his child was killed by Qiongqi.

However, he placed all his affections on Wu Jin, the youngest member of the Linghai Sect.

Wu Jin turned her head and leaned close to Wang Mu, pressing her hand on Wang Mu's rather wide sleeve to prevent him from leaning back and shrinking away, and said romantically, "The tassels are prettier, but Wu Jin is prettier."

Wang Mu feigned a thoughtful expression and teased Wu Jin, saying, "This..."

Seeing that the two of them were there, Zhong Wanling also came over.

Then Wu Jin crossed his arms over his chest, his face falling as he said, "Am I no longer the emperor's darling? Humph."

He then laughed and said, "Did the Emperor anger Five Pounds?"

Wang Mu smiled and patted Wu Jin's little head, then said to Zhong Wanling, "Wu Jin asked me if the Flowing Speed ​​hairpin looked good on her. I said it did, but she insisted on comparing the Flowing Speed ​​hairpin to herself, so I teased her a little, and that's why she got angry."

"With your Senior Sister Zhong Wanling here, ask her, who in the entire Linghai Sect doesn't like our Wujin?"

Wu Jin's face instantly lit up with sunshine as she looked at Wang Mu and smiled, "Will you marry me, Your Majesty?"

Zhong Wanling and Wang Mu exchanged a glance and couldn't help but laugh.

"Silly girl, it's clearly a man marrying a woman, and besides, you're just a little kid, how could I marry you?"

"You just said you loved me, and before half a cup of tea has even passed, you've already changed your mind, and you're even using age as an excuse." Wu Jin said angrily, hands on her hips and pouting. "I don't want you anymore, I want Senior Sister Zhong Wanling to marry me, hehehe."

The child's innocent remarks made Zhong Wanling and Wang Mu laugh non-stop.

Wu Jin's temper is just like a cat's, sometimes sunny and sometimes cloudy, and the entire Linghai Sect dotes on Wu Jin.

Zhong Wanling smiled and agreed, "If the emperor won't marry our Wujin, how about Senior Sister Zhong Wanling marries him?"

Wu Jin persisted, "Senior Sister must swear a five-jin oath."

"Wow, that's amazing! Even I didn't know. Can you teach me?" Zhong Wanling said ingratiatingly when she saw the opportunity.

Wu Jin was very pleased with himself, so he made a hand seal and asked Zhong Wanling to do the same.

"so."

"so?"

"Ah."

The middle finger of the left hand hooks the index finger, the tips of the thumb and ring finger face each other, and the little finger is tucked inward into the palm. The index finger of the right hand hooks between the thumb and ring finger of the left hand and faces the thumb of the right hand. The little finger of the right hand presses on top of the little finger of the left hand, and the index and middle fingers of the right hand are tucked inward into the palm.

Zhong Wanling made an identical handprint, just like Wu Jin's.

The two of them played like that, and Wang Mu watched with a smile playing on his lips.

Zhong Wanling and Wang Mu exchanged glances, then simultaneously looked down at Wu Jin.

For some reason, it gave me the feeling of a family of three.

Both of them blushed immediately.

"Ahem! Alright? Don't we need to say any vows?" Wang Mu, who had previously avoided the topic, happily joined in again.

"That's all. Anyway, since she swore an oath, Senior Sister Zhong Wanling won't be kidnapped by any bad guy." Wu Jin clapped his hands triumphantly.

Perhaps it was the conversation that sparked his interest, but Wang Mu became intrigued and asked a question.

"What if I were to fight Wu Jin for it?"

Although Wang Mu was talking to Wu Jin, his gaze was fixed on Zhong Wanling.

Zhong Wanling's smile revealed the other party's delight.

Before Wu Jin could reply, Wang Mu said, "I suddenly remembered that the Eighth Elder seemed to have just taken a box of pastries away."

Wu Jin's attention was completely drawn away, and the little glutton immediately got up.

"where?"

Wang Mu pointed in a direction, "They went that way."

After saying that, the little glutton Wujin ran over.

Why did you trick me out of five catties?

Wang Mu, however, seemed to have grasped something, "You want Wu Jin to come back?"

Zhong Wanling immediately retorted, "Then why did you trick her into leaving after asking her all those questions?"

Wang Mu then fiddled with her hair, "What do you want Wu Jin to answer?"

“Of course…” Zhong Wanling paused immediately, then continued, “Of course I won’t let you take it.”

Wang Mu laughed and nodded, "Yeah, so I don't want to hear answers I don't want to hear."

Zhong Wanling was almost amused by Wang Mu's unusually direct approach.