CHAPTER 604: CHAPTER 357: FATHER AND SON REUNITED / GUESTS AT THE GU QIYE RESIDENCE (DOUBLE-LENGTH CHAPTER)

"Is this... the child of the Year Beast Monarch?" The Lazy Demon looked up from under its wizard hat.

"It seems so." The silhouette of the Furious Demon suddenly lifted its head from the cross.

"The Child of the Year Beast truly exists..." A hoarse voice emanated from the meat pile of the Gluttonous Demon, both the sound of a human and the echo of tens of thousands from the mountain of flesh.

Bai Tanlang’s eyes also showed some surprise. He had thought the Little Nian Beast had met its end, dying at the hands of an Exorcist ten years ago. He didn’t expect, as the Cyan Snake Demon said, that the Little Nian Beast would suddenly return to the mountains after a decade.

He looked at the Little Nian Beast in astonishment and then glanced at the Great Monarch, thinking that the Great Monarch would fly into a rage, pulling the little lion down from the tree for a scolding.

But the Great Monarch just silently watched the Little Nian Beast, with azure eyes filled with countless thoughts, yet as calm as if they were devoid of anything.

After a while, the Year Beast Monarch suddenly let out a low chuckle, uttering in a hoarse voice, "This kid... just like before."

Retracting his gaze, he softened his footsteps slightly, slowly stepping from beneath the tree, his figure still calm and dignified, seemingly unshaken.

Bai Tanlang and the Cyan Snake Demon did not say much upon witnessing this; they merely exchanged a glance and followed the Great Monarch. So did the members of the Seven Deadly Sins; outsiders had no right to comment.

After a while, they traversed the rapid waterfall, entering the ancient temple.

The thunderous footsteps disappeared, and the forest returned to a dead silence, like a blanket of quiet fog, but within the fog, one could hear the demons whispering.

The Little Nian Beast fell into a deep sleep.

Drool dripped from its mouth, landing on the head of the Lantern Demon hanging from the tree, causing it to flicker like a malfunctioning flashlight, wobbling unsteadily.

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At the same time, in China Li Jing.

Daylight had fully arrived, the sun rose from the city’s horizon, casting a giant solar disk reflection on the glass curtain walls of the skyscrapers, and electric bikes whizzed through the streets.

It was August 18th, according to China time, and high school seniors had already started school early to prepare for college entrance exams. Hence, students in deep blue uniforms could be seen walking through the streets, looking down at their vocabulary books with backpacks on their shoulders.

At this moment, Cezar was sitting at a roadside snack stall, dressed in a T-shirt and pants, eating soy milk and deep-fried dough sticks.

And in his shirt pocket, a small Shark poked out half of its head, waving its fin solemnly, instructing him on the proper way to eat the dough sticks.

Cezar nodded repeatedly with an "oh oh," tearing the dough sticks into pieces carefully, soaking them in the iced soy milk, and then eating them with a spoon.

"So delicious, it’s like eating ice cream!" Cezar’s eyes brightened as he licked his lips.

"Right, right, Sharkie loves dough sticks soaked in iced soy milk the most." The small Shark hummed from the pocket.

"So, what are we doing next, Yaguba?" Cezar asked.

"Nothing needs to be done." The small Shark, hugging its fins, said coolly, "You focus on your practice, get ready, and when you become the highest-ranked Anecdote Envoy, just take five Generational-level Anecdotes and cause a big stir at the Salvation Society’s base. By then, things like the Titanic, Loch Ness Monster, Phoenix, can all be unleashed, they’ll be scared out of their wits?"

It had thought, just the leader of the Royal Court Team, "Ruth," who could resonate with two Generational-level Anecdotes, already had Catastrophe-level power. If using five Generational-level Curiosities Fragments simultaneously, how strong would Cezar’s power be?

Normal people can’t resonate with so many Generational-level Anecdotes, but Cezar is a rare genius, the Child of Anecdote, probably no Anecdote Fragment in the world would reject him.

Of course, the Mythical-level Curiosities Fragments are unknown, considering they are so hard to find.

"Speaking of which, when that time comes, will Mr. Lan Hu and Mr. Ghost Clock come to help us?" Cezar drank a sip of cold, smooth soy milk, then asked softly.

"Of course they will, Sharkie can guarantee it."

"That’s good, the people of the Salvation Society are so powerful, just the two of us are far from enough. Mr. Ghost Clock is a Time Series Power User, Mr. Lan Hu is also very strong, not to mention Mr. Su Wei..."

Cezar paused, his expression suddenly a bit lost, "If Black Cocoon sir were still here, that would be great, he’s so clever and capable, with him, everything always feels smooth."

"That big fluttering moth is just like that, can’t compare to a single Sharkie’s tooth." The small Shark revealed a row of shiny teeth, into which Cezar fed a piece of broken dough stick with chopsticks.

"But... why would Mr. Lan Hu and the others help us?" Cezar hesitated, "They have already avenged themselves."

"What successful revenge? Didn’t Black Cocoon die?" Yaguba said while chewing on the dough stick, "Their revenge isn’t over yet, just lost a family member, a big deal."

"But Mr. Lan Hu said at the funeral that they were ready to let go, and also... if more family members are lost for revenge, then what is the meaning of revenge?" Cezar said softly, "I think he’s right. We shouldn’t force them to risk themselves for us."

"You stay out of adult matters. Anyway, they will surely come to help us."

"Why..."

"Why so many why’s?!" The small Shark snapped, "Sharkie’s friends haven’t been rescued from the Salvation Society yet! Sharkie must whip them with a small whip, let the Horror Bell Tower Man and the horror electric mouse keep working."