"Yuhao, Yuhao, what did Miss Fu Yao tell you?"
In the night, at Huo's roasted Fish Restaurant, three people were counting their catch of the day.
Beibei sat aside, looking curious but saying nothing.
"Sister Xiaoya..."
Huo Yuhao did not say much but took out a storage soul guide from his arms.
This storage soul guide was not an "antique" handed down from the Douluo Continent but a new type made by a soul engineer. Its value was not particularly high.
Huo Yuhao also possessed another storage soul guide, a high-quality imitation of the Twenty Four Moonlight Bridges, given to him by Bei Bei.
"A Soul Tool? Could it be that Miss Fu Yao gave you a storage soul tool?"
"This storage tool looks very simple. It should be a first-level storage soul guide. It is not worth much..."
Tang Ya glanced at the soul guide and commented.
"No... that's not the case."
Huo Yuhao shook his head and did not hide anything. He mobilized his soul power to retrieve the items stored within the soul guide.
It was a long object wrapped in cloth. As it appeared, Beibei's pupils contracted.
"This…is this a soul bone!?"
Huo Yuhao nodded, then unwrapped the cloth, revealing a right leg soul bone.
The soul bone was green in color and emitted a faint green light.
However, it only included the leg soul bone.
Even so, a soul bone is still a soul bone.
"That old man Wang told me that this is a soul bone from the right leg of a thousand-year-old Azure fox. Although it is slightly incomplete, its value is still immeasurable..."
Having said this, Huo Yuhao did not continue.
He always felt that he owed Liyue more and more.
Even though it was just the soul bone of an ordinary thousand-year-old soul beast and slightly incomplete, its value still exceeded 100,000 gold soul coins.
This was a soul bone, after all!
Fu Yao had told him that the deal was still valid and that this soul bone was a reward for him.
Huo Yuhao was not foolish. He understood that this was an investment from the wealthy merchant Fu Yao, given out of affection for Liyue.
Although he knew it was an investment, Huo Yuhao felt a warmth in his heart and a sense of truly belonging.
Since arriving in Liyue, Celestial Power Star, Yuheng, and Lord Martial God had all been exceptionally kind and genuinely helpful.
This deeply moved Huo Yuhao.
"Yuhao, quickly put the soul bone away. Even if it's not very old, it could still bring trouble if others find out about it."
Bei Bei quickly wrapped the soul bone in the special cloth and placed it back into the storage soul guide.
Among the soul bones he had seen, this one was the least impressive, but it was still a priceless treasure!
This Celestial Power Star truly had a grand vision, investing such a treasure in Huo Yuhao, or rather, in the three of them!
After all, even in the competitions held by Shrek, soul bones were rarely offered as rewards, even if they were only thousand-year soul bones.
"Big Brother, I understand."
Huo Yuhao put away the storage soul guide with a serious expression and nodded.
Meanwhile, under the cover of night.
A figure stood atop a roof, gazing in a certain direction, murmuring, "Perhaps, this otherworldly Liyue can truly prosper under your leadership."
Zhongli had observed the performance of the Seven Stars of Liyue.
For the Seven Stars, this was both an opportunity and a recognition. After all, they were not powerful soul masters.
Yet, the Martial God Zhongli did not look down on them. Instead, he entrusted them with the management of Liyue.
As the saying goes: 'I will repay your kindness on the Golden Terrace and die for you with the Jade Dragon!'
The grace of recognition and approval from the gods was the greatest motivation for the Seven Stars to move forward.
"The one who sits on the throne will stand above others, wielding supreme power and strength."
"But the true meaning of the throne is that when disaster strikes from the heavens, I will bear the burden for all."
After saying this, Zhongli's figure vanished, and the night returned to its peaceful stillness.
The true throne of a god is not warm but icy cold, a constant reminder to the god who sits upon it not to forget their original purpose.
Time flew by, and before anyone realized it, morning had arrived.
"Paimon, isn't it a bit greasy to eat roast duck so early in the morning?"
Zhongli entered the hall and saw Paimon, who had just returned from buying breakfast, devouring a roast duck. He couldn't help but ask.
"No... no, Paimon loves this feeling!"
Paimon didn't even look up, continuing to eat and drink voraciously.
Seeing this, Zhongli shook his head but said nothing more, turning his attention to brewing tea.
In truth, Zhongli didn't need food or water to survive. As a god, he could exist without such necessities.
But as he walked among humans, it was only fitting that he partook in their customs.
After finishing a cup of tea, Paimon finally polished off her roast duck. She turned to Zhongli and said, "Zhongli, Liyue has entered a period of rapid development. Should we go somewhere else?"
There was some truth to Paimon's words.
The framework of Liyue had been completed. With the help of numerous merchants and the Seven Stars, Liyue had transitioned from a mere framework to a thriving entity...
Now, it was entering a phase of rapid growth!
After all, Liyue is no longer a primitive society, and its development is progressing rapidly every day.
As for Liyue's growth, Zhongli doesn't have much to do directly, so he might as well travel to other places and experience their local customs and culture.
Upon hearing this, Zhongli's eye twitched slightly.
If it were Barbatos here, he would undoubtedly have gladly accepted Paimon's "invitation to team up."
But it wasn't Barbatos, it was Morax.
In Liyue, guarding one's own land is an age-old tradition...
"There will be a chance."
"The journey will eventually reach its end. There is no need to rush."
Zhongli waved his hand, declining Paimon's "teaming invitation."
After being rejected, Paimon briefly showed a disappointed expression, but it quickly vanished.
"I knew you'd say that!"
Paimon placed her hands on her hips and then floated toward the gate of Zhongli Mansion.
"Paimon is going out to play. Remember to call me back for lunch!"
Zhongli: "…"
Now that Paimon had become Zhongli's "martial soul," calling her back was effortless.
Either she would fly back on her own, or Zhongli could simply recall her and then release her again.
The latter was simpler. As long as Paimon was within Zhongli's range of perception, he could instantly bring her back to his side.
Not long after Paimon left, a dusty figure appeared outside Zhongli Mansion.
His face was filled with excitement.
The newcomer was none other than Jing Hongchen, who had just returned from Stra Luo City.
The trip had gone exceptionally smoothly, and he had managed to purchase the Soul-Devouring Carving Knife at an incredibly low price!
If it had been any other engraving knife on the list, it might have taken some time to acquire, but the Soul-Devouring Engraving Knife was infamous. He had spent only 100,000 gold soul coins and successfully obtained it!
His heart raced, and his hands trembled with excitement.
"Master Martial God, Jing Hongchen has come to pay his respects!"
Jing Hongchen stood at the gate, speaking with utmost respect.
Even though the door was wide open, he did not forget his manners.