CHAPTER 1168: CHAPTER 773: MATCHMAKER XIAOHEI (PART 2)

Normally, they should also be in an adversarial relationship, but I’ve never seen them fight. Instead, they coexist harmoniously, and Xiang Beifei can even use the formation patterns in Wufeng’s sword aura, mixed with brick, to defend against enemies.

Xiang Beifei tapped Wufeng with a brick, then tapped the brick with Wufeng’s broken sword. Both sides clattered loudly, but it was just noise, neither burst forth with a sky-shattering momentum.

"Are you giving me face, or not?"

Xiang Beifei felt quite helpless, perhaps they don’t argue because of him, but clearly having such strong abilities, they just won’t let him manifest them.

This feeling is like holding two super nuclear bombs in hand, but unfortunately lacking the activation code.

However, Five Pieces of Stone’s capability gave Xiang Beifei a new understanding. Usually, he would just rely on the brick to immobilize others, but back in Sheyin City, the power released by three pieces of brick was able to slow down the rhythm of a region, and even control the speed in different areas.

This was just the case with three pieces of brick. What would happen if there were two more pieces?

Xiang Beifei knocked on the brick, watched the golden formation patterns flash by, and couldn’t help but wonder what might happen with Five Pieces of Stone.

But he only thought about it for a moment before moving on, because he’s not in the Ancestral Dao Realm, and the Ancestral Relic doesn’t give him face.

This time in Sheyin City, he saved many people. Although Shen constellation’s broken stones were taken away, at least he retrieved the Heavenly Dao Laws of Mustard Seed in Palm.

Mustard Seed in Palm is a very significant thing, similar to breath soil, it’s a sacred artifact in Edge Corner Airspace resisting void power.

It’s like a vital resource upon which all races rely for survival, to gain such a resource is to rule the world.

The Dao Palace relies on breath soil to firmly grasp the lifeblood of every race.

With Mustard Seed in Palm, the Human Race would essentially have its own survival resource, and also the capital to contend against the Dao Palace.

Xiang Beifei took out Mustard Seed in Palm, scrutinizing it, finally having the time to thoroughly ponder it.

Previously, the Heavenly Dao Laws of Mustard Seed in Palm were sealed, and no matter how he communicated, this thing never responded. Now, Mustard Seed in Palm’s divine patterns have merged into Wufeng, and he can already control it.

Actually, mastering Mustard Seed in Palm isn’t difficult for him, as he’s already nurtured breath soil, and the cultivation methods for both are actually quite similar; even to Xiang Beifei, mastering Mustard Seed in Palm is more effortless!

"Indeed, human things are still more fitting for humans."

Looking at this nurtured cluster of Mustard Seed in Palm, Xiang Beifei saw it as large as a millstone, resembling a cloud yet solid, he could easily stand atop in a manner akin to floating on clouds.

The surrounding void power was repelled by this Mustard Seed in Palm, its devouring ability blocked outside, unable to approach.

Since ancient times, humans have had legends of riding clouds. It turns out this wasn’t baseless; they could do it all along.

Only this ability was stripped away by the Dao Palace long ago.

The shape of Mustard Seed in Palm is unique too, able to become extremely hard from ethereal, the degree of hardness rivals breath soil. If the quantity of Mustard Seed in Palm is sufficient, various constructions can be built using breath soil!

In this way, the Human Race could construct its own Yun Ding Tian Gong, just imagine how awesome that would be.

Xiang Beifei explored Mustard Seed in Palm, planning to first grasp its capabilities, then return to Congji abyss to teach everyone the nurturing method, allowing Luo Shanyou and Fu Yuzi to learn quickly too so the Human Race would have basic assurance.

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While he was exploring Mustard Seed in Palm, on the other side Li Qianluo was lost in thought.

"That guy, actually said that to me just now, so infuriating!"

Li Qianluo held a stick, angrily poking the city wall, treating the wall as Xiang Beifei, and venting her frustration. She couldn’t help but glare once more at Xiang Beifei in the distance, who was immersed in exploring Mustard Seed in Palm, pouting and muttering.

Xiaohei transformed back into a child’s appearance, sitting beside Li Qianluo, tilting his head and asking: "Sister Li, why is your face red?"

"No, it’s not!" Li Qianluo replied.

"It is, I saw it, Erha told me that if a person’s face is red like a monkey’s butt, either they’re shy or constipated."

Yousmong, sitting on Xiaohei’s shoulder, spoke very straightforwardly.

Li Qianluo rolled her eyes and said, "Then just take me for constipated!"

Yousmong scratched his little tree branch hands on his head and said, "You shouldn’t be constipated. When Erha was greedy for Spirit Stones, it often got constipated, and I’m very familiar with that look. You’re not like Erha."

"Are you thinking about the tussle over the blanket with Feifei?" Xiaohei teased.

Li Qianluo huffed, "Nonsense."

"Actually, I feel Sister Li and Feifei are quite compatible. People look beautiful, have kind hearts, and high talents. If you like Feifei, just say it!" Xiaohei said.

"Like the head! I would never like that big dummy!" Li Qianluo said testily.

Xiaohei’s eyes twirled craftily, saying: "Saying you like or don’t like with your mouth is useless, let me analyze it for you."

Li Qianluo raised an eyebrow: "You little dumdum know how to analyze?"

Yousmong beside her spoke excitedly: "He does, he does, Xiaohei said he’s skilled in the thirty-six hexagrams of love, specializes in measuring marriages, and even got a matchmaker certificate validated by Jiuzhou! They say it’s very powerful!"

In Yousmong’s eyes, Jiuzhou is a magical place; whatever they endorse must be first-rate.

Li Qianluo suspiciously eyed Xiaohei: "Thirty-six hexagrams of love?"

Xiaohei pounded his chest, assuring: "Yes, I’m very accurate in Jiuzhou. Let me calculate it for you! First, I’ll ask you a few questions. Why do you like to follow Feifei around?"

"Because I’m bored!"

"How coincidental, Feifei often feels bored and causes trouble. See how many cities he’s messed with, showing you have common interests."

Li Qianluo: "..."

Xiaohei asked again: "What’s your favorite color?"

Li Qianluo casually said: "I like red!"

"Coincidentally, Feifei likes purple. If you two were together, the future life would be filled with blossoms, vibrant and colorful."

Li Qianluo: "..."

She immediately corrected herself: "I said wrong, I like yellow."

"That’s even better! A yellow stamen supporting a thousand buds, a purple calyx heralding ten thousand flowers. You two are like a yellow pistil and purple calyx, complementary. If this isn’t compatible, heaven won’t allow it!" Xiaohei praised, giving a thumbs up.

Li Qianluo wore a stunned expression.

She gritted her teeth and said: "Tell me, what else does he like besides purple?"

"Hmm... let me think, maybe white? Like my kind of white." Xiaohei said.

"Ha! I happen to like black!" Li Qianluo couldn’t wait to say, looking quite proud.

Xiaohei admired: "That matches even more! Three Thousand Great Daos originate from chaos, Yin and Yang, black and white, giving birth to all things! Where there’s black, there’s white. Have you seen Feifei’s Yin and Yang source energy? Maintaining a balance of black and white releases powerful strength. If you two were together, you might be unbeatable!"

"Xiao Bei once ate bitter olives, I just don’t like them! I like sweet things!"

"Life is like olives. He can bear bitterness, you can savor sweetness. Only after bitterness comes sweetness, that’s life. This is destiny!"

...

No matter what Li Qianluo said, Xiaohei with the gift of gab could always pull it off masterfully, with logic and evidence, leaving Li Qianluo temporarily without a point to refute.

What a slick talker Xiaohei was, quick-witted and glib, who knows where he learned it.

"Completely defeated by you." Li Qianluo rubbed her forehead.

"Whenever I perform heroically, Feifei likes to say that about me too, he also enjoys rubbing his forehead. Your common traits add up to two." Xiaohei said, hands on his hips.

Li Qianluo: "..."

She gritted her teeth and took her hand off her forehead, realizing nothing she did was right.

"Look, you two are so fated, if not together, it’ll be hard to explain." Xiaohei stretched lazily, smiling.