Chapter 260: Time to go…

Time passed by.Then Chaos Heaven Peak Master excused herself.

Though she had joined the little celebration and even smiled once or twice, everyone could tell she was satisfied for another reason entirely — her true gift to her disciple had been settled.

In her eyes, a disciple’s greatest gift was not jewels or treasures... but growth.

"But I guess, a disciple’s happiness is a master’s happiness," she said before departing.

The room felt noticeably lighter once she left.

After a while, the shorty also stood up to leave.

But just as she was about to step out the door, Yu Xuan send few sentences directly through spirit sense.

The shorty blinked, then smirked.

At least one problem less.

Now only three of them remained — Yu Xuan, Ming Tianmei, and Lingluo, who was still admiring the exquisite jewellery set Ming Tianmei had given her.

The necklace gleamed faintly in her hands, refracting soft violet light, and Lingluo’s reflection shimmered in the gem, eyes wide with wonder.

"Beautiful..." she muttered to herself, clearly entranced.

Yu Xuan couldn’t help but smile.

"Well," Ming Tianmei said finally, breaking the silence.

"I should take my leave too. My main purpose here was to celebrate Lingluo’s birthday, and I’ve accomplished that. If I stay too long, my master will scold me again."

Lingluo’s head snapped up.hing at a time," the old man muttered.

"Maybe, but young people have fast brains," I said proudly, striding toward the children’s fairy tale section like a scholar on a mission.

The old man shook his head, smiling to himself.

As I passed through, I saw a few people picking books from the advanced sections.

’Maybe secret techniques?’ I thought excitedly.

After a few steps, I reached my destination.

There it was: Tales of the Spirit Chicken.

I picked it up carefully and began reading, flipping through the illustrated pages.

"When the chicken spiritually awakened again, a grand vision of ten thousand chickens manifested, which immediately prompted the surrounding evil cultivators to eat them."

Truly, a literary masterpiece.

The story had reached a critical point — the Spirit Chicken was in mortal danger!

I was gripping the book tightly when a voice suddenly called out behind me:

"Little Brother! I, Mo Ki, would like to question you about something."

I turned around, a bit annoyed at the interruption...

Then froze.

Because the spot that "Mo Ki" was looking at — was the exact same place where I had "heroically seized" that evil book.

My heart dropped.

Oh no...

[To be continued...]