Chapter 0013: Male or Female?

The torrential rain continued to pour down.
Huang Long watched the black-clad assassins who had committed suicide by poisoning. Frowning, he ordered the two beasts to dispose of the bodies before leading them back to their camp.
Since Huang Long had set up defensive spells around the area beforehand, the energy from the battles and magic fluctuations did not reach the camp. His mother, Zhao Rong, and the others were unaware of what had happened dozens of miles away.
However, what puzzled Huang Long was who the mastermind behind this was. A ninth-level magician, several eighth-level magicians, and over fifty seventh- to eighth-level warriors—such a powerful force must belong to an organization no less formidable than the Huang family, one of the four major families of the Lu Tong Kingdom.
One night passed, and the rain stopped. After being washed by the rain, the air seemed much fresher. Soft rays of sunlight filtered through the trees, and birds sang melodiously. Huang Long took a deep breath of the primordial energy under the morning sun, feeling refreshed and invigorated.
He didn’t take too much offense to the mastermind who had sent people to assassinate him last night. When enemies attacked, he would simply fight back.
Huang Long had previously found his life of constant cultivation rather monotonous, but now, with this added “spice,” it seemed not so bad. In his past life, it had been nothing but cultivation; this time, he might as well enjoy the pleasures of mortal life.
With this thought, Huang Long suddenly realized his mindset had changed significantly this time around.
“Long-er.”
Hearing his mother Zhao Rong’s voice, Huang Long turned around.
Zhao Rong walked over, smiling brightly. She pinched his cheeks and said, “We’ll be setting off in a while. We should be able to see your grandfather in one or two days. Be good for him when you meet him.”
Ugh, so his mother was worried he’d cause trouble at his grandfather’s birthday banquet.
Huang Long smiled wryly inwardly and replied in a childlike tone, “I know, Mother.” Then he added, “But Mother, could you stop pinching my cheeks?”
Although it was his mother’s way of showing affection, after all, he was an immortal who had lived for hundreds of thousands of years. Having his cheeks pinched constantly didn’t seem right. If his brothers from the Chan Sect in his past life found out, they’d probably laugh themselves to death.
To his surprise, Zhao Rong laughed after hearing her son’s words. Instead of using one hand, she now used both to pinch his cheeks on either side, teasingly saying, “Oh, my son has grown up and doesn’t want his mother to touch him anymore.”
Zhao Rong’s behavior left Huang Long extremely frustrated. How embarrassing! Never before had he desired to grow up so badly to get rid of this annoying situation.

Normally, even though he spoke in an adult-like tone, acting like a “little adult,” his physical age was still too young, so people still treated him as a child. After his mother Zhao Rong left, giggling sounds came from behind Huang Long. When he turned around, he saw the two Sacred Realm magical beasts, Pi Er and En Di, covering their mouths and sneering. He then slapped them, sending them rolling far away. After that, nothing unusual happened. Two days later, Huang Long and his group finally arrived at the Zhao family’s residence in the Blizzard Empire. The Blizzard Empire was one of the five major empires on the Hengyuan Continent, ranking among the top three in strength. The Zhao family was one of the prominent families in the empire, with a heritage of nearly a thousand years and a renowned reputation across the Hengyuan Continent. As Huang Long had expected, many people came to celebrate the 80th birthday of Zhao Yang, the previous head of the Zhao family. When Huang Long and his group arrived, they saw that the street in front of the Zhao family’s residence, wide enough to be a hundred meters, was already packed with various carriages and magical beast mounts of different ranks. When Huang Long and his group arrived, the thirty-some people riding the sixth-tier Storm Beasts formed a striking sight. At the entrance of the Zhao family’s residence, Zhao Shou, the current head of the family and Huang Long’s uncle, who had already been informed, came out to greet them. To Huang Long’s surprise, this uncle Zhao Shou, who had just passed fifty, looked almost like a gentle scholar. Zhao Rong was very happy to see her elder brother Zhao Shou, and even happier when she saw her sister bring her son Wan Li. Overjoyed, she picked up little Huang Long and kissed him repeatedly, leaving many drool marks on his cute little face. Under the guidance of his uncle Zhao Shou, Huang Long met his grandfather Zhao Yang. To his surprise, Grandfather Zhao Yang looked nothing like his uncle Zhao Shou—tall with a square face, exuding a faint but imposing aura. A Sacred Realm powerhouse! Grandfather Zhao Yang was actually a Sacred Realm powerhouse! After sensing the aura around him, Huang Long was stunned; it was the first time he had encountered a human Sacred Realm powerhouse. However, although Grandfather Zhao Yang was a Sacred Realm powerhouse, his aura was much weaker than that of Pi Er and En Di, suggesting that he had only recently entered the Sacred Realm. On the Hengyuan Continent, those who entered the Sacred Realm before the age of a hundred were all geniuses. Yet Grandfather Zhao Yang had managed to enter the Sacred Realm before the age of eighty, indicating his exceptional cultivation talent. From what Huang Long knew about some of the powerful figures in the history of the Hengyuan Continent, the youngest Sacred Realm powerhouse in ten thousand years was Lin Youwu, the great emperor who founded the Youwu Empire on the Hengyuan Continent over six thousand years ago. Lin Youwu had just turned fifty when he entered the Sacred Realm.

The predecessor of the Blizzard Empire was the Void Empire. However, over a thousand years ago, some events occurred in the Void Empire, after which it was renamed Blizzard. Zhao Yang was very happy to see his daughter return with his grandson, and of course, he couldn’t help but kiss his adorable grandson, Huang Long, over and over again, which made Huang Long feel extremely frustrated. Why did everyone seem to love biting his face, as if his cheeks were cakes? Zhao Yang had four siblings: two brothers and one sister. As for his second uncle Zhao Tian and second aunt Zhao Miao, Huang Long didn’t see them that day. From what Huang Long knew, his second uncle Zhao Tian was the leader of the Gale Mercenary Group and was often away. The Gale Mercenary Group was quite prestigious, being one of the top ten mercenary groups in the Hengyuan Continent. His second aunt Zhao Miao, on the other hand, was the imperial concubine of the Blizzard Empire and was highly favored by the emperor, Lin Er. After arriving at the Zhao family’s residence, there were still three days left until Zhao Yang’s 80th birthday. So, during these three days, aside from practicing in the courtyard arranged by the Zhao family, they went out to explore. Compared to the capital of the Lu Tong Kingdom, the capital of the Blizzard Empire was far more bustling and lively. As one of the five great empires, its capital had a population of over 20 million, several times that of the capital of the Lu Tong Kingdom. It covered an area of tens of thousands of square miles, with extremely wide streets—some main roads even reaching 100 meters wide. “Brother Long, Brother Long, wait for me!” As Huang Long was looking at the shops lining the streets, a childish voice called out from behind him. Then, a cute little girl, almost a head shorter than him, came up. She was Zhao Ying, the youngest daughter of his eldest uncle Zhao Shou. Seeing this little witch follow him, Huang Long felt a headache. She was too lively and cute, and the most annoying thing was that she always clung to him, following him around all the time like a shadow. Others might not know the reason, but Huang Long knew clearly that this sister Zhao Ying had a crush on his two mini “play pets”—the Cave Dragon and the Golden-Eyed Purple Ape. “Giggle, Xiao Qing, Xiao Jin, come to your sister.” After walking over, Zhao Ying giggled and opened her arms, trying to pick up Pi Er and En Di. Ugh! Calling herself a sister? She was actually much older than him! Huang Long was speechless at the sight of this half-grown, recently weaned little witch. When they saw the little witch approaching, Pi Er and En Di, the two sacred realm magical beasts, trembled violently, staring at Huang Long with their pitiful eyes. But Huang Long ignored their pitiful looks and let this sister Zhao Ying take them away. If he refused, she would probably go complain to their mother, Zhao Rong, again.

For the happiness of her little face, she had no choice but to sacrifice the happiness of those two beasts.
“Brother Dragon, tell me, are Xiao Qing and Xiao Jin male or female?” After picking up Pi Er and En Di, the little witch suddenly asked a question she really wanted to know.
Male or female? Yellow Dragon was stunned. Then, our sister Zhao Ying started to pry apart the beasts’ tightly clasped legs and stare intently.
Yellow Dragon broke into a sweat!
What made Yellow Dragon almost fall was when the little witch tapped on the thing between the two beasts and said with a laugh, “Hehe, they’re both male.”
Alas, the innocence of these two great sacred realm magical beasts was ruined by our sister Zhao Ying.
Sobbing, sobbing!
Yellow Dragon saw tears drop from the corners of the beasts’ eyes—the first tears in thousands of years.