Chapter 106: Yang Shengtian Points His Spear at Master Xuanzhe

The monster not only followed Wei Xiaoping wherever he went but also helped him in many ways. For instance, when Wei Xiaoping grew tired from walking, he would place the herbs he gathered on the creature’s back. The monster would then crouch down, inviting Wei Xiaoping to sit upon it, carrying him leisurely along the way.

At that time, Wei Xiaoping often collected herbs deep within ancient forests, where wild beasts were abundant. His cultivation of magic and martial arts had already reached about fifty to sixty percent of his master’s level. This was more than enough to handle the wild beasts in those remote mountains. Although he frequently encountered attacks from wild animals, Wei Xiaoping did not fear them.

However, ever since the monster began accompanying him, many beasts would see it from afar and avoid them altogether.

It was then that Wei Xiaoping realized how majestic this creature was. He grew fond of it and decided to give it a name. Noticing the monster’s golden-yellow coat and estimating that it was older than himself, he named it “Da Huang,” meaning “Big Yellow.”

He prefixed the name with “Big” as a mark of respect, seeing the creature as a person, an elder worthy of esteem.

Though Wei Xiaoping and Da Huang had grown close, he kept their acquaintance a secret from both his master and his younger brother, Wei Xiaofan. He feared his master’s disapproval—after all, Da Huang was a wild beast. He also worried that if Wei Xiaofan found out, he might reveal the secret to their master.

Thus, Wei Xiaoping and Da Huang became inseparable. He felt he could not do without the creature and thought to himself that since his master would find out eventually, it was better to tell him sooner rather than later.

One day, seeing his master in good spirits, Wei Xiaoping confided in the Daoist Xuan Zhe about the monster he had encountered. To his surprise, upon hearing the description, Xuan Zhe asked Wei Xiaoping to bring Da Huang to him.

When Xuan Zhe saw Da Huang, he was astonished. The creature was an ancient ferocious beast called Qiongqi, one of the four legendary divine beasts. According to legend, this beast punished the righteous and aided the wicked. For example, if it witnessed two people fighting or arguing, it would first judge who was in the right and then oppose that person, even injuring or devouring the righteous party, while strangely bestowing gifts upon the wrongdoer. This made it one of the most despised mythical beasts in ancient times.

According to ancient beliefs, Wei Xiaoping’s kindness toward the Qiongqi—he treated its wounds, built it shelter from the elements, and provided food to prevent it from starving—was an act of goodwill. The beast had not killed or eaten Wei Xiaoping; instead, it behaved kindly toward him, almost as if it understood gratitude. This suggested that legends were not always reliable if one had not witnessed them firsthand.

Upon examining the monster’s pulse, Xuan Zhe discovered that Da Huang’s body was filled with abundant vital energy, granting it immense strength. If Da Huang were truly a ruthless beast, releasing it back into the mountains could lead to many future casualties. Fortunately, it was friendly toward Wei Xiaoping and seemed grateful. Since Wei Xiaoping was naturally kind and often did good deeds, Xuan Zhe believed the beast would be transformed by his goodness.

Thus, Xuan Zhe brought Da Huang back to the Qingfeng Sect.

Wei Xiaofan, like Wei Xiaoping, took an immediate liking to Da Huang, who in turn was just as affectionate toward Wei Xiaofan.

Da Huang left a deep impression on Wei Xiaofan. Although Wei Xiaofan and Wei Xiaoping were twin brothers and very similar in appearance, their scents differed slightly. Da Huang could distinguish between the two by scent alone.

So, when Da Huang encountered Yang Shengtian on the battlefield, it recognized him not only by sight but also by smell, discerning that Yang Shengtian was indeed Wei Xiaofan.

When Xuan Zhe asked Da Huang if Wei Xiaofan was present on the battlefield, Da Huang nodded.

Xuan Zhe then entrusted his junior brother, Xuan Wu, along with Da Huang, to stay behind and care for Wei Xiaoping, while he himself mounted the mystical Qilin beast and set off toward the battlefield.

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Shortly after, Xuan Zhe and the Qilin beast hovered above Huang Xianlin and his group, descending slowly. They looked toward Yang Shengtian.

At that moment, Yang Shengtian seemed lost in his own thoughts, clutching his helmet and shaking his head, muttering to himself.

Xuan Zhe studied Yang Shengtian carefully, and his heart surged like a tidal wave.

Indeed, this young man who looked exactly like Wei Xiaoping was his beloved disciple Wei Xiaofan, lost for over a decade. Despite the years apart, everything about him was identical to Wei Xiaoping, down to the smallest detail.

Since Wei Xiaofan and Wei Xiaoping were twins, it was natural that they looked alike—not only their features and build but even their temperaments and personalities were almost indistinguishable.

“Master Uncle, don’t you think this young brother ahead looks exactly like our junior brother Wei Xiaofan?” Huang Xianlin asked.

“Did this young man inflict the scar on the Qilin beast? What weapon did he use?” Xuan Zhe inquired. Although he was now certain that Yang Shengtian was Wei Xiaofan, he wanted Huang Xianlin to confirm whether the Qilin’s wound was caused by the mysterious bow Yang Shengtian carried. This bow was unique to Wei Xiaofan on the Wild Continent, and no one else could wield or steal it—not even by removing the bow-shaped flesh behind him; at most, they could only damage it.

Therefore, if Huang Xianlin confirmed that Yang Shengtian had wounded the Qilin with that mystical bow, then this young man before them was undoubtedly the long-lost Wei Xiaofan.

When Huang Xianlin confirmed this, Xuan Zhe’s excitement grew even stronger.

Xuan Zhe immediately leaped before Yang Shengtian, standing atop the small black beast, tapping repeatedly on Yang’s chest with his index finger.

Strangely, the little black monster remained perfectly still and showed no anger as Xuan Zhe stood on its back and touched its master.

After being tapped on several acupressure points, Yang Shengtian suddenly regained consciousness. He looked up to see a white-haired, youthful-faced elder standing atop his little black beast.

Instinctively, he grasped his golden halberd tightly, leapt backward, pointed it at Xuan Zhe, and demanded loudly, “Who are you? When did you come before me?”