Chapter 103: The Spirit Tribe

  "Little rabbit, little rabbit, don't get hurt, you're running so fast! Let me catch you." A small figure darted back and forth in the forest. In front of this small figure was a Water Arrow Rabbit, a low-level magical beast that could shoot water arrows from its mouth, which had some killing power against ordinary people but was negligible to cultivators. Its appearance was very cute, with a body only slightly larger than an adult's palm, covered in pure white fur, and deeply loved by the noble ladies of the Maya continent.

  "Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" The Water Arrow Bunny, who was fleeing for its life, saw the pursuer closing in and quickly turned around, shooting three water arrows at the enemy chasing it.

  "Hey, little rabbit, stand still!" Long'er's pink face had a sly smile on it as he waved his hand and the three water arrows shooting towards her disappeared into thin air.

  "Long'er opened his cherry-like small mouth and tenderly shouted: 'Binding Technique'."

  The water arrow rabbit, which was fleeing for its life, suddenly seemed to be caught by an invisible big hand, and its body stopped on the ground, still maintaining a running posture.

  "Haha, can't run anymore, huh!" After casting a spell, Long'er walked up to Shuijian Tu with a smile on his face, bent down, reached out and grabbed Shuijian Tu's ears, lifting him up. A pair of clear eyes looked up and down at Shuijian Tu.

  "What the heaven! What does this devil angel want to do?" A mournful cry echoed in Water Arrow Rabbit's heart. A pair of small eyes kept rolling, and a hint of pleading color flowed out from his gaze.

  Long'er thought about how to punish the naughty little rabbit while wandering aimlessly. The wild beasts and magical creatures passing by, as soon as they saw her, immediately turned around and ran away, as if they had seen a ghost.

  Suddenly, Long Er's figure shook as he walked, and he directly fell to the ground with a thud, his buttocks making intimate contact with the earth.

  A few seconds later, Long'er let out a miserable cry. The water arrow rabbit he had caught also took advantage of the moment when Long'er loosened his grip and ran towards the depths of the forest without looking back.

  "Ah, it's that scoundrel. Watch me teach you a lesson." Long'er's face was flushed with anger. His body floated up, his eyes scanning the ground for the culprit.

  "Hmm?" Long Er's eyes sparkled, as if he had discovered a precious treasure. The figure floating in mid-air quickly descended to the ground and began to examine the body lying on the ground.

  "There's still a bit of breath." After checking, the human who was lying on the ground surprisingly still had a hint of breath. A thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

  Long'er's heart was in turmoil, struggling intensely. Should she save him or not? If she didn't, it would be a case of "see death and don't rescue". This wasn't the style of her spirit tribe, but if she did save him, what if her mother found out? She would get scolded again. The spirit tribe had been the only surviving lineage on the entire Maya continent since the great war in ancient times. If this human were to be saved and spread the word, it could bring disaster to her own spirit tribe. Yet, after a hundred years of hearing rumors about humans, if she didn't save him, how would she ever know what the outside world was like?

  The dragon thought to himself as he gazed at the humans on the ground, taking a closer look. The young people on this land didn't look bad after all. Especially a pair of thick eyebrows, giving off an air of heroism that was quite intimidating, probably not a bad person!

  "Saved." Long'er suddenly didn't know why, but his heart had already made up its mind. Then he stretched out both hands and waved them once, and the person lying on the ground automatically floated in mid-air, as if a pair of invisible big hands were supporting his body.

  "Water, a refreshing and cool feeling as if I had slept for ten thousand years. A wave of intense burning sensation spread through my body, and I involuntarily let out a faint cry."

  After his voice came out, Leng Xiao felt a cool sensation coming from his lips, so he opened his mouth wide and a stream of cool air constantly flowed into his mouth.

  "Gulp, gulp." Leng Xiangyao closed his eyes and kept drinking **, only stopping after taking more than a dozen mouthfuls. His dizzy head finally cleared up a bit.

  "Am I not dead?" Leng Xiao Yao's mind kept replaying the scenes of his life before he fainted, and finally, he opened his eyes. The moment he opened his eyes, a look of surprise flashed in Leng Xiao Yao's eyes.

  A head of green hair cascaded down. A pair of clear eyes shone with purity, a delicate face bore a small dimple, but what really surprised Cold Xiao was that the little girl's ears in front of him seemed to resemble those of the rumored Elf tribe. Could it be an Elf? How is this possible? Cold Xiao reacted immediately, wondering if he had been unconscious for too long and was having hallucinations. So Cold Xiao quickly closed his eyes, and after a few breaths, he opened them again, but the scene in front of him remained unchanged.

  The dragon looked at the human she had rescued, who was waking up and preparing to ask about the outside situation. But before she could ask any questions, she saw the human close his eyes again, and she thought he must have been seriously injured and was going to pass out from dizziness. However, what she didn't expect was that the human closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again, leaving her confused about what this human was trying to do.

  "Who... are... you?" Leng Xiangyao managed to squeeze out a complete sentence, but with each word, he felt as if there was a sharp knife slashing his throat, extremely unbearable.

  "Let go of my little finger, you're not in a hurry to speak, your five internal organs are severely shaken, and your throat is also broken. If Miss hadn't used a lot of good medicine, you would have said goodbye long ago."

  Leng Xiao Yao furrowed his brow upon hearing Long Er's words, then thought back to the scenes of himself breaking out from Kyoto Castle. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried to recall, all he could remember was seeing a familiar figure in the distance after which everything else was a blur. However, he firmly believed that the person before him had definitely saved his life; otherwise, given his physical condition at the time, he would probably have been done for.

  "Thank you." Leng Xiao Yao thanked him again, but after he finished speaking, his delicate face scrunched up into a ball, apparently the words had cost him a great deal of pain.

  "What's wrong with you, didn't I tell you not to speak? Why are you still talking? Don't waste the Life Water that Miss gave you to heal, just focus on recovering! I'll come see you again tomorrow." Long'er said after finishing speaking, then hopped and skipped away from the small wooden house, leaving behind a surprised Han Sanlang.

  "Water of Life?" Lying on a wooden bed, cool and carefree

  What a shock! The life water of the thousand spirits tribe! He had only seen it by chance in a rare and precious book in the Cold family's library, where it was said that the life water of the spirits tribe had the effect of reviving the dead. As long as the injured person still had a breath of air, they could be brought back from the underworld. However, since the ancient great war, the spirits tribe had disappeared without a trace, and there were rumors outside that the spirits tribe had been exterminated. The life water also disappeared along with them.

  "What's strange is that this little girl is actually who?" Leng Xiao Yao lay on the bed and started guessing again. Because if he hadn't remembered wrong, in the book he had read before, it was mentioned that the Life Water of the Elf tribe had such an effect because it was extremely difficult to obtain. It was said that the Life Water was the essence dripped from the Life Tree of the Elf tribe, and the Life Tree would only drip one drop of Life Water every fifty years. Each drop of Life Water contained astonishing life elements, which is why it had such a strong effect. Therefore, the Elves regarded the Life Water as extremely precious. If they weren't particularly close friends, they wouldn't casually use the Life Water. Moreover, the Life Water was said to be controlled by the Elf Queen and the ten Elders, outsiders couldn't possibly possess it. Yet this little girl could take out the Life Water to save him, her identity naturally made Leng Xiao Yao suspicious.

  While Leng Xiang was guessing Long'er's identity, Long'er appeared in a palace decorated with gold and jade, tiptoeing towards a certain corner, her eyes darting around like a thief.

  Just as Long'er was about to approach a room, suddenly, a voice that she least wanted to hear rang out.

  "Dragon son, where have you been running these days? You're not even in the palace?"

  Long'er's face revealed a hint of awkward smile, as if he was a child caught red-handed for doing something wrong. His body stiffened and turned around. Facing the noble and elegant young woman in front of him, who wore a purple crown on her head, he called out: "Mother."

  Long Ziyuan is the mother of Long'er. She is also the current Empress of the Spirit Clan. Don't be deceived by her youthful appearance, for she has already reached an age of over 1,500 years.

  "What's wrong with you, you little scamp? Where have you been running off to these days?" Long Ziyuan was also at her wit's end with this mischievous daughter of hers. In the over 200 years she had grown up, this girl didn't know how many big troubles she had gotten into, but that clever mind of hers always made it impossible for her to bring herself to severely punish her. Even the one time she had steeled herself to teach her a lesson, she was dissuaded by the Ten Great Elders. There was no way around it - this little scamp was born to cause trouble, but she was also deeply loved by all the people of the Spirit Clan.

  Long'er heard her mother's question and immediately put on an innocent expression. She stuck out her pink little tongue, with a flattering smile on her face: "Mother, I've been practicing magic in the back mountain these days, don't believe me? Go ask Grandfather."

  "Practicing magic?" Long Ziyuan's face showed a strange expression, looking at him as if he was an alien, making Long Er feel embarrassed.

  "Really, if mother doesn't believe you, you can go ask Grandfather," Long'er said with a solemn expression, looking very serious and righteous, as if she had been practicing her innocent look for days. The "Grandfather" she mentioned was actually the elder of the Spirit Clan, an old rascal who got along famously with Long'er and spoiled her rotten. Every time Long'er got into trouble as a child, she would run to him for help, and every time, the dignified elder of the Spirit Clan would have to bail her out.

  "It's late, go back to your room and think about it. You're so old, stop thinking about playing around." Long Ziyuan left a word of advice behind, her figure disappearing in front of Long Er, telling her to ask the Great Elder, but she hadn't even thought about this question before, it was an obviously futile inquiry.

  The dragon son looked at the disappearing shadow of his mother, and a mischievous smile appeared on his face. He secretly rejoiced: "Fortunately, I dodged another calamity. It seems that tomorrow I'll have to go to Grandpa's place to take a look and see if there are any good treasures there to bring back and study."

  In the depths of the dense forest of the Elf tribe, this is a forbidden place for the Elf tribe, where all the Elf tribe members who have reached the level of Law God live. The deeper you live, the stronger your cultivation will be. This place is called the Elf Holy Land by the Elf tribe people. At this time, in the deepest part of the Elf Holy Land, on a towering ancient tree, there is a simple aerial pavilion, where an old man with white hair sits cross-legged. He is the first elder of the Elf tribe, Zither. At this moment, Zither is sitting cross-legged in the pavilion, admiring the treasures he has collected over thousands of years.

  "Hah, hah. Qisite let out a series of sneezes in a row and thought to herself: "Strange, why am I sneezing? Am I getting sick?"

  No, how could I possibly be sick? Zites smiled self-mockingly on his face, but suddenly a bad thought flashed through his mind, and instantly Zites' whole body broke out in goosebumps. Could it be that this little ancestor was thinking of him?

  "Grandfather, Long'er has come to see you!" A bright and clear voice like that of an oriole echoed outside the building.

  "Not good, and here comes this little ancestor." Zither's whole body shuddered, and he hastily waved his hand, collecting all the things on the ground into the spatial ring on his finger.

  After Zither finished all this, a small head stretched out from the outside of the building, and the person tilted his head to look at Zither with a sly smile on his face, calling out: "Grandpa, what did you just put away?"

  "No, Long'er, you're absolutely wrong!" Zither immediately denied, what a joke, if any treasure was seen by this little ancestor, wouldn't she be in trouble? Zither still had a deep impression of the first time she was blackmailed by Long'er! That time, Long'er took away half of Zither's treasured collection of thousands of years! After that, Zither didn't eat or sleep well for three whole months!

  "Heh heh." Long'er walked into the building, a pair of bright and sparkling eyes staring silently at Qite Si.

  Zi Tuo was stared at by Long Er, feeling a chill run down his spine, but he still maintained the dignity of an elder on his face. He stroked his beard and revealed a benevolent smile, hastily changing the subject: "Long Er, where have you been these days? The Empress has come to my place several times looking for you!"

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