MSBITRS Chapter 48 V1

Three months later, deep in the Eastern Sea, above the Crystal Palace.

After a series of events— a rebellious dragon prince, a pleading dragon mother, and the Dragon King’s decree for a thorough investigation— a musician from the sea tribe, tasked with educating the prince, took the fall. He was promptly sliced up and garnished with scallions, ginger, vinegar, and garlic…

Tragic. Truly unfortunate.

Alas, the prehistoric world had yet to discover wasabi. The art of sashimi remained incomplete.

At this moment, the Second Prince of the Dragon Palace, Ao Yi, was bound aboard a massive celestial clam ship, speeding toward the border between the South and Eastern Seas.

Inside the ship, aside from Ao Yi, there were only a few celestial flood dragon guards and an elderly turtle immortal with snow-white eyebrows and a beard.

This retired turtle immortal sat beside Ao Yi, sighing deeply as he tried to persuade him:

“Your Highness, why are you so fixated on that insignificant Du Xian Sect?

What merit or virtue does Du Xian Sect possess? Even if His Majesty allowed you to go, they wouldn’t dare accept you.

Besides, you must consider your father’s position. His Majesty has already silenced all opposition and forcibly suppressed every dissenting voice just to permit you to seek apprenticeship under a Saint’s sect!

This time, I’ve even abandoned my old pride to bring Your Highness to seek tutelage under the great immortal Wu Yun, one of the Seven Attendants of the Jie Sect, personally esteemed by the Three Daoist Saints.

This immortal may not be well-known, but he wields considerable influence in the Saint’s court. His origins trace back to the Golden Ao lineage, just like me, and we share some old ties.

Your Highness, this should be enough to satisfy your wishes.

Please, please— don’t cause any more trouble!”

Ao Yi turned his head to the side, his expression still tinged with reluctance.

But he was only ten years old. Though he had undergone rigorous “egg education” since birth, he had truly lived in the world for only a decade.

With the old turtle’s persistent persuasion, a flicker of hesitation began to emerge in Ao Yi’s mind.

“This great immortal— does he possess the sacred arts of the Saints?”

“Naturally!”

Seizing the opportunity, the turtle immortal eagerly recounted Wu Yun’s grand prestige— how he was favored by the Tongtian Jiaozhu yet remained low-key, never flaunting his abilities.

Soon, the turtle immortal sighed again and sent Ao Yi a voice transmission:

“Your Highness, I can see what you’re trying to do.

But this matter isn’t as simple as you think. You can’t just stir up trouble and expect a good outcome.

Illusions are like dreams— when the dream shatters, only cold, hard reality remains.

No one wishes to awaken from it.

You must understand His Majesty’s predicament. He sits at the pinnacle of the dragon clan’s power— he cannot move rashly. If he missteps, the entire structure may collapse.”

Ao Yi’s face showed contemplation before he slowly nodded.

‘At any rate, once I leave the Dragon Palace, the vast wilderness of the world will be mine to roam freely!’

Becoming the disciple of an immortal, relying on his status as the Dragon Prince— what difference would that make to the plight of the dragon race?

How many other dragon princes had the privilege of apprenticing under such an immortal?

What he sought was not a personal escape, but a way out for the entire dragon race!

For now, he would go along with this old minister’s arrangements.

Later… he would see.

As the sea wind howled, a faint smile surfaced on Ao Yi’s lips. He appeared as naive and innocent as any ten-year-old should, easing the turtle immortal’s worries.

At Du Xian Sect, deep within the forests of Po Tian Peak, in the cultivation abode of the Nine Immortals of Wine.

Jiu Jiu’s giant gourd drifted back from the direction of Xiao Qiong Peak. She dragged her feet, looking utterly drained of energy, and slumped onto the wooden steps in front of her small building.

Sprawling out on the floor like a puddle of melted mud, she hugged her gourd and sighed long and hard.

“I’m so bored… Xiao Shou has only been in seclusion for three months, but it feels like three years… There’s no one to play with anymore…”

“Sigh, all my senior sisters have their senior brothers to keep them company, and my senior brothers have gone off to accompany someone else.

First Senior Sister and Second Senior Brother, Fourth Senior Sister and Fifth Senior Brother, Sixth Senior Sister and Seventh Senior Brother… Finally, it was supposed to be Eighth Senior Brother and Ninth Junior Sister, but then Eighth Senior Brother followed in Third Senior Sister’s footsteps— elbowing outward and leaving Po Tian Peak entirely…

Sigh, poor, miserable me— just because I’m an odd number, I have to be alone…

And to make it worse, I’m the last disciple of our master. Sigh…”

The window of the neighboring building slid open.

A radiant and rejuvenated Jiu Shi, looking as though she had grown younger by a few hundred years, leaned out and chuckled at Jiu Jiu’s mutterings.

Jiu Shi drifted gracefully from her window, as if she had stepped straight out of a painting, her ethereal robes fluttering as she landed beside Jiu Jiu.

She reached out and playfully pinched Jiu Jiu’s nose.

“Senior Sister,” Jiu Jiu groaned, throwing her arms around Jiu Shi, eyes shut as she wailed, “Come with me to Xiao Qiong Peak! I want to play Battle of the Great Deities! I want to play Simulated Immortal Life!”

Jiu Shi chuckled, patting her junior sister’s head.

“Silly girl, do you think I can just go to Xiao Qiong Peak?”

“Hmm? Why not?”

“If I went, wouldn’t you feel awkward?”

“What? Awkward about what?”

Jiu Jiu tilted her head. “Fourth Senior Sister, are you misunderstanding something? Xiao Shou and I have a purely uncle-niece relationship.”

“Oh? Is that so?”

Jiu Shi narrowed her eyes with a playful smile, her gaze filled with mischief.

Jiu Jiu blinked, suddenly feeling uneasy. She shrank her neck slightly. “I… isn’t it?”

“Of course! A purely ‘uncle and niece’ relationship, spending every day refining pills and arranging formations, inseparable from morning till night.”

“Where did you get that idea? He’s insane!”

Jiu Shi paused, suddenly serious. “What do you mean? Does Changshou have some kind of condition? That could be a big problem.”

“It’s not some kind of illness,” Jiu Jiu laughed. “Xiao Shou can’t be touched by women other than his junior sister. If he is, he starts convulsing.”

Jiu Shi pondered this for a moment before asking, “How did that happen? Tell me in detail.”

“Well, last time, when I took Xiao Shou to Beizhou…”

A moment later, Jiu Shi burst into laughter, clutching her younger sister as she whispered a few words in her ear.

Jiu Jiu froze, then suddenly clutched her forehead in disbelief.

“That guy… dared to deceive me!”

“Ah, calm down, Jiu Jiu,” Jiu Shi teased, smirking. “A man who stays pure like that is a rare treasure in this world. You don’t want to miss out.”

Jiu Jiu’s face instantly turned beet red, stomping her feet in frustration. “Senior Sister, what nonsense are you spouting?! How could I possibly—

As the sun set in the west, the cheerful laughter of two celestial maidens echoed through the air.

In the neighboring pavilion, a short Daoist with sunken eyes and a haggard face shook his head and casually activated the formation outside Jiu Jiu’s residence.

Then, glancing at the extravagant, overly nourishing feast laid out before him, his mouth twitched involuntarily…

For this trial expedition, Jiu Jiu was once again assigned as a guardian in the Northern Continent. Due to a small mishap during the previous trip, the sect decided to send an additional True Immortal to accompany them.

However, only two disciples were sent on this journey.