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The collapsed bamboo house before Xuan Qing made him doubt whether he had mistakenly approached the wrong door. He looked at the protective barrier, which remained intact without any signs of intrusion, so why had the bamboo house turned into a chaotic pile of bamboo? Moreover, there was no sign of the egg.
Filled with confusion, Xuan Qing walked under the Old Sophora Tree. The rustling leaves seemed to speak, and the Old Sophora Tree, which had not yet transformed into a spirit but had already cultivated a soul, recounted to Xuan Qing how the egg had crashed the bamboo house while trying to drink.
Xuan Qing nodded and casually waved his Dusting Whisk. In the blink of an eye, the bamboo house was restored to its original state. The egg, having waited too long for his return, was now sound asleep, its faint snoring causing Xuan Qing to shake his head.
He uncorked the wine jar and poured the icy cold liquor over the egg without hesitation. The egg, comfortably asleep, suddenly sensed waves of Celestial Spirit Energy. It stirred slightly and, half-awake and half-asleep, floated up following the Celestial Spirit Energy, lazily diving into the wine jar and half-submerging itself in the liquid to fall back asleep.
Seeing this scene, Xuan Qing was both amused and exasperated. He spent five hours each day drawing in Celestial Spirit Energy to incubate the egg, yet it still instinctively absorbed more of it as if it were never satisfied. At this rate, he would have to resort to drinking ordinary wine; how could mundane wine compare to the divine nectar from the celestial realm?
"Alas, life is tough. Egg, please hurry up and come into this world."
The egg, soaking in the Hundred-Year Celestial Brew filled with Celestial Spirit Energy, did not hear Xuan Qing's long sigh. It rolled over in its dreams where someone lifted it gently and placed it in a soft nest. The gathered Celestial Spirit Energy enveloped its body warmly as it nuzzled against that person's hand. The person stroked it gently, and feeling comfortable, it continued to rub against their hand, unwilling to let go.
I jump and I jump again; I spin and I spin again; I roll and I roll again.
Upon waking up, the egg was having a great time playing on the Dusting Whisk. Xuan Qing, who had always regarded the Dusting Whisk as both a weapon and a symbol of identity, deliberately cleared his throat several times to signal the egg to stop.
The egg hopped along the Dusting Whisk, spun around once, did a somersault, and stood on Xuan Qing's hand. Its pink shell affectionately rubbed against his palm.
This tactic of acting cute never failed; Xuan Qing was always on the losing side and immediately surrendered. "Alright, alright! If you want to play, then play! Just don’t keep using this trick!"
The egg cheered and bounced around again as the Dusting Whisk became its playground once more.
Xuan Qing sighed; when would heaven allow a drunken egg to sober up? He had already sat with the Dusting Whisk for an entire night.
A jar of Hundred-Year Celestial Brew had led to such results; from then on, "self-inflicted suffering" became part of Xuan Qing's life.
One day, Xuan Qing sat upright with a serious demeanor. The egg sensed an unusually solemn atmosphere upon learning a new game and straightened its body instinctively.
"Egg." Xuan Qing's tone shifted to one of seriousness—deep and powerful.
The egg obediently jumped onto his lap.
"Very soon, I will take you to meet my junior brother in the celestial realm. His Dao name is Xuan Qi; he is a Celestial Being. You must help me regain my face and let me have some pride."
Celestial realm? Junior brother? Celestial Being?
The egg, seemingly understanding, jumped down and solemnly nodded in agreement.
Then, Xuan Qing raised his Dusting Whisk, and the egg hopped onto his shoulder. Together, they took to the clouds, heading towards the Celestial Realm!
Old Sophora Tree, who had listened intently to their conversation, rustled its branches. It had been able to cultivate peacefully for hundreds of years under Xuan Qing's protection and was well aware of his lingering resentment towards his junior brother for having numerous Immortal Birds while he did not. Always eager to regain face, Xuan Qing finally seized this opportunity to visit his junior brother; it was less about a friendly meeting and more about showing off.
Old Sophora Tree wiped away a cold sweat. With a Rogue Immortal, an egg, and a Celestial Being in tow, it wished it could pretend not to know them.
Meanwhile, Xuan Qi paced back and forth, waiting. Suddenly, he noticed a fluffy white cloud drifting lazily through the sky. Sitting atop it was the Black-Clad Taoist, but there was no sign of any "friends." Instead, an unusually conspicuous white egg perched on his shoulder.
"Brother, what trick are you playing this time?" Xuan Qi thought it strange that the egg was so peculiar. Although it was larger and whiter than normal and stood on his brother's shoulder, it was still just an egg!
Xuan Qing merely smiled and said to the egg, "You can hop down now."
Thud.
The egg jumped down from the sky and landed perfectly intact in front of Xuan Qi.
"It didn't break!" Xuan Qi exclaimed in shock as he picked up the egg for a closer inspection. There wasn't a single crack on its surface. He tapped it lightly and said, "This is the first time I've seen such a sturdy eggshell. I must take it back for research."
Just as he turned around, Xuan Qing blocked him with his Dusting Whisk. "Junior brother, we are fellow disciples; there shouldn't be any distinction between us. This is too polite. However, my egg clearly doesn't want to be taken back for your research."
As Xuan Qing spoke, he glanced at the egg. It immediately understood his intention and struggled free from Xuan Qi's grasp, hopping back onto Xuan Qing's shoulder.
The soft dust strands of the Dusting Whisk caressed the egg as Xuan Qing smiled and introduced it: "This is my Little Sweetie, the friend I mentioned last time—also my Drinking Buddy."
The egg affectionately rubbed against Xuan Qing's face, greatly satisfying his vanity.
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