Taoist Master Leaves the Mountains: All My Senior Sisters Love Me-Chapter 1587 - 1586: This Doesn’t Seem Like a Mosquito’s Leg
"Trash! Deploying so much power, yet unable to capture a single person who attacked the Demon God Temple?"
A stronger presence from the mysterious Demon God Temple appeared.
After scolding the two men in front of him, he soared into the sky, intent on tracking Wang Ye’s whereabouts.
"I don’t care about your business, but that person seems to be from the Human Race."
The masked mysterious figure shook his head, unwilling to be hunted to the Demon God Temple, and also rose to the sky, planning to investigate the background and identity of the intruder.
They tracked all the way for three days and three nights, only to find a dead end and discovered it was trapped.
There was no target they were looking for here, only a monument humiliating the Demon Race.
Carved on it were degrading stone drawings, with no valuable information at all.
This began to wear down the mysterious expert’s patience.
After a brief conversation with the masked man, they split up.
This was a sign they were gradually giving up the pursuit.
They continually investigated the surrounding area, taking out a peculiar half-moon straw-shaped artifact, and shook it in the air.
It was as though scales from a butterfly’s wings fell from the sky, allowing them to locate hidden individuals nearby.
Even so, they found nothing at all and faced no solutions to the situation.
As days passed, after a fortnight of investigation, they had gained nothing.
Just as they were at their wits’ end, a light caught their eyes, suddenly spotting a silhouette.
When they thought their lengthy efforts had borne fruit, they discovered it was yet another trap.
Being deceived by traps twice in a row left them loathing Wang Ye to the core.
Fortunately, no one knew Wang Ye’s identity, and thus the Human Clan Heavenly Gods Temple was not implicated.
Meanwhile,
Wang Ye was in a volcano.
"What is this thing? What does that woman from the Demon Race, Asura, want with this thing?"
In his right hand, Wang Ye held something resembling a token, examining it closely, he found it covered with incomprehensible script, which he could not decipher at the moment.
He placed it down and released the Ancient Golden Dragon and Black Wheel.
After all, these two guys might recognize it.
Coincidentally, Huang Yatou and the Ancient Golden Dragon did recognize the item.
"What is this token? It’s not gaining any results, and it doesn’t seem insignificant. Coming to the Demon Race without eliminating the poisoner was a little wasteful!"
Wang Ye sighed.
"Wow, Master... that token in your hand, could it be the key to the Legion of Demons’ Holy Tomb?"
Black Wheel exclaimed in surprise.
The Ancient Golden Dragon, once a Spirit Herb Doll, naturally did not want to see anyone else outshine him, promptly explaining the item’s origin.
"Although this thing has no use, it allows entry into a secret realm. It is said that access is allowed only once every three hundred years, and obtaining this token requires venturing into extremely dangerous dimensions."
The Ancient Golden Dragon explained, making a grand gesture.
As if this token were a great treasure.
It remarked that even if one knew a dimension held a token, it would require leading an army of at least a million to search for it.
The time, manpower, resources, and effort required would be immense.
Now, Wang Ye effortlessly seized it from the Demon Race, it was akin to defying destiny.
Seeing the exaggerated expressions of these two guys, Wang Ye realized the token was not worthless but rather a priceless treasure.
Realizing from the start that he thought it useless, to now discovering its extraordinary value, he knew the Demon God Temple would definitely not give up the pursuit.
To evade continued pursuit, Wang Ye decisively made a choice.
He ordered Black Wheel to draw him and the Ancient Golden Dragon into it, then let the artifact spirit Huang Yatou in Black Wheel control it and fly to a remote place.
And so, the three—one person, one artifact spirit, and one demon pet—began to discuss strategies.
As they were discussing, Huang Yatou suddenly noticed another artifact in Wang Ye’s hand.
This was an item Wang Ye had absorbed from Lei Luo when leaving the Demon Race territory.
It was something like a pomegranate, not smooth, nor did it emit any special aura.
At first, upon obtaining it, Wang Ye assumed it was just an ordinary item.
Now, recognizing it again, Huang Yatou took it to identify it.
After ten breaths, Huang Yatou tossed the item back.
Wang Ye found the object in his hand had become much lighter. Looking down, he found that much of it had been gnawed away.
For a moment, Wang Ye thought Black Wheel’s artifact spirit had devoured other artifacts.
He handled it repeatedly, a look of confusion on his face, asking what it was.
The Ancient Golden Dragon wanted to answer but did not know how to explain.
It could only lightly tap Wang Ye on the back with its tail, then use its eyes to signal its good brother not to ask further.
Without a signed contract, the man and beast naturally addressed each other as brothers.
Trusting the Ancient Golden Dragon, Wang Ye continued his cultivation, as if nothing had happened just now.
However, Huang Yatou suddenly approached his cheek, took a forceful breath, and left a mark on Wang Ye’s forehead.
"What... what’s going on? Does that item awaken the artifact spirit’s possessive desire, or is it something else?"
Wang Ye spoke earnestly, not sensing anything amiss.
The Ancient Golden Dragon continued to explain, covering itself with a paw, and quietly explained the nature of the item to Wang Ye’s ear.
"The thing can allow any divine soul to gain a physical form; in other words, it’s a body-crafting treasure. But this artifact is for female use only... You wouldn’t want a monthly hassle, would you?"
The Ancient Golden Dragon said, wearing an awkward smile.
In the next moment, Wang Ye’s expression changed, as if becoming quite graceful, gently closing his eyes, pretending he heard nothing.
Huang Yatou, hearing this,
then clasped her hands behind her back, jumped lightly like a little girl, her face blush as she approached Wang Ye.
"Master, should I become a real woman, or remain as an artifact spirit?"
"Ahem! Our focus is cultivation. You think about these questions yourself."
It was rare for Wang Ye to find himself in an awkward situation.
Though he could be decisive in cultivation and face formidable foes without fear,
when confronted with odd topics from women, he was a bit tongue-tied.
After all, there are some topics men prefer not to discuss.
Huang Yatou suddenly pouted, wrapping her hands around Wang Ye’s arm, gently resting her head on his shoulder.
In her eyes, there was nothing but happiness!
The Ancient Golden Dragon, clicking its tongue in amazement, looked on as if enjoying a good show.
Clearly, the treasure Wang Ye acquired this time was beyond expectations, further enabling Huang Yatou to break free from her identity as an artifact spirit, and become a living, breathing woman.
"Come on! I really enjoy being with Master."
As her words trailed off, Huang Yatou lunged forward.
Knowing that without a direct response, it would be impossible to shake her off, Wang Ye, deep in cultivation, realized this.
