The Sweet Life of Superstar and His Goddess Wife-Chapter 534: Beast of Light (Talisman Formation)

A few minutes later, Elder Mu received everyone’s questions and smiled, "Alright, I know all your questions. Don’t worry, whether Grand Aunt is real or not, let her prove it herself."

He then turned and politely asked Mu Qiuniang to show her clueless Mu family descendants a glimpse of reality, so they would not embarrass the Mu family when they met other family ancestors in the future.

Mu Qiuniang nodded slightly.

Under everyone’s gaze, a jade hand reached out from her sleeve. Her fingers grasped lightly, and a silver-white calligraphy brush appeared out of thin air, as if by magic.

She drew in the air, and the black ink miraculously condensed in the air, as if an invisible sheet of white paper existed there, allowing her to splash ink freely. Before long, a majestically built white tiger appeared in the air.

On the white tiger’s forehead bloomed a white rose.

Its blue eyes were cold and merciless, looking down on all creation.

"Roar..." It let out a long roar and leapt into the sky.

Then it transformed into countless white orbs of light, floating before everyone.

Everyone was somewhat dumbfounded.

Murong opened his hand to one of the light orbs, and it turned into a palm-sized little white tiger, lying in his palm, even exposing its belly, begging for attention. The once cold and fierce creature suddenly became so adorable, small, and lovely, making it impossible not to soften one’s heart.

Murong couldn’t help but extend his other hand and used his finger to scratch its belly. The little creature seemed very satisfied, licking his finger to command him to continue.

The people around, filled with wonder and joy, began to mimic his actions.

Sure enough, their light orbs landed in their palms, transforming into palm-sized little creatures. Although they were still little white tigers, their personalities varied. Some were playful, some gentle, some aloof, and some as proud as a peacock. In any case, their adorable appearances evoked the urge to adore them dearly.

"Can you touch them?" At this moment, Mu Qiuniang spoke up.

How could they not? The cool sensation was so palpable that if you upset them, they could spray your face with water. Of course, the tiger’s hiss wasn’t much, just enough to drench your entire face, leaving you both angry and helpless.

When you lowered your head, you would see it looking up, annoyed, with ice-blue eyes, as if saying, "You deserved it for making me angry!"

"This is but a small spell!" Mu Qiuniang, with her free hand, waved in the air, and the little creatures in their hands turned into a cluster of starlight, disappearing into the air.

Immediately, everyone felt a sense of loss.

"Grand Aunt, can we play a little while longer?" A younger Mu family descendant, probably yet to graduate from elementary school, looked at Mu Qiuniang with innocent, expectant eyes.

Mu Qiuniang gestured to the jade token at his waist, "In your jade token resides a spirit beast. If one day you can cultivate, you can summon it too."

A spirit beast isn’t a true magical beast or demon beast. It’s a manifestation formed by high-level cultivators using spiritual power. As long as there is spiritual power, they can exist.

However, unfortunately, unlike magical beasts or demon beasts, they don’t evolve in traditional ways. Their evolution method is singular—modifying the talisman formation.

In the end, they are merely a talisman formation manifesting in beast form.

Once their talisman formation is destroyed, they vanish from this world.

"Can I cultivate too?!" The young boy was overjoyed.

"Yes!" Mu Qiuniang nodded, "These jade tokens are specially made. Inside each resides a light beast. Once you form a blood contract, if you ever encounter a life-threatening situation, they will save you, shattering the jade token in the process, and then they will disappear."

The young boy hurriedly clutched the jade token against his chest, "Then I don’t want it to save me; I don’t want it to disappear."

"Then cultivate well, protect the jade token, and don’t give it the chance to break."

"Will I be cultivating with you later?" This was also what everyone wanted to ask.

Mu Qiuniang replied, "Not everyone is suited for cultivation. To see if you are suited, look at your jade token. If you press your name and it lights up, then you are able. Those who can should find Murong. He is responsible for teaching."

Murong was stunned: Oh man?! Was his master assigning him another task?

Wait, couldn’t he at least give him a heads-up?

"Some people’s jade tokens won’t light up. This group cannot cultivate. While they can’t cultivate, there’s nothing to regret. Life spans a hundred years, and if lived meaningfully, it’s no less valuable than cultivation. Cultivation comes with more risks, for the cultivation world is harsh. You might face failure at any time, losing the chance for reincarnation, or be killed by others..."

For the first time, Mu Qiuniang uncovered the veil of cultivation, revealing how many from the Mu family had chosen cultivation in history, how many fell mid-way, and how many truly survived and successfully entered the cultivation world.

"The cultivation world is harsh; only a few ever stand at the pinnacle. Unfortunately, though I’ve cultivated for hundreds of years, I have yet to ascend to the immortal world; yet, compared to those who fell mid-way, I am lucky, as long as I live, I have a chance to ascend."

Lastly, Mu Qiuniang didn’t forget to inform everyone about the current state of the cultivation world. It had already declined before she had cultivated for even a hundred years, the vast decrease in spiritual energy making cultivation challenging.

Since her master’s generation had passed, no one had ascended in hundreds of years.

"So, choose carefully. Choosing cultivation might be choosing a path of no return!"

Nobody knew how many would choose cultivation. Mu Qiuniang didn’t know, and the Mu family didn’t know. They were all still immersed in shock, unable to believe that cultivators truly existed in this world!

And their Grand Aunt was actually a cultivator!

As it turned out, cultivators had always been this close to them.

"You don’t need to decide now. Go back and think it over, slowly reach a conclusion, then decide," said Mu Qiuniang finally.

The ancestral worship continued.

Yet this year’s ancestral worship, though similar to past years, felt so different.

The Elder began to chant the rites, guiding everyone to kowtow to their ancestors.

"First kowtow!"

"Second kowtow!"

"Third kowtow!"

...

The Mu family ancestors decreed that no matter how many ancestors they must worship, sincerely knocking their heads forty-nine times would suffice. If they were minors, they could do half.