The Heavens: Thousands of Households Starting from Number One in the World

Inside the dilapidated temple, Chenxiang and Xiaoyu stared at Meng Jing warily, and the magic power in their bodies had already begun to circulate quietly.

"Who are you? Are you a human or a monster?" Chenxiang asked first, with a hint of nervousness in his voice.

A person suddenly appeared in this deep forest, and it was most likely a mountain monster. Therefore, Chenxiang and Xiaoyu were extremely cautious, and looked at Meng Jing carefully with sharp eyes.

Meng Jing stood there, looking at Chen Xiang. He felt the human-god blood flowing in Chen Xiang's body, and couldn't help but sigh. If Yang Chan still took that old path, he would be helpless. After all, when love arises, it is hard to help oneself.

"People." Meng Jing answered briefly.

"Huh!" Chenxiang and Xiaoyu breathed a sigh of relief, but their expressions remained alert.

"Your name is Chenxiang?" Meng Jing ignored Chenxiang's vigilance and asked calmly.

"Hmm?" Chen Xiang looked at Meng Jing suspiciously, carefully examining his appearance. After confirming that he had never seen this person before, he frowned and said, "Who are you? I don't know you, why do you know my name? Are you from the Heavenly Palace?"

Meng Jing shook his head: "I am not from the Heavenly Palace. As for who I am, you don't need to know. You just need to answer my question. Who is your mother?"

Chenxiang was puzzled again, but he did not answer easily.

"You are so rude. You should answer our questions before others answer yours!" Xiaoyu pouted and said dissatisfiedly.

Meng Jing looked calm, glanced at Xiaoyu, and said, "Meng Jing, a casual cultivator."

"Oh, a casual cultivator?" Xiaoyu lowered her brows in thought, pulled Chenxiang's sleeve, and whispered in his ear: "Chenxiang, casual cultivators are not from the Heavenly Court, don't worry!"

"Oh, Xiaoyu, do you believe whatever he says? You are so naive!" Chenxiang shook his head helplessly.

Xiaoyu pouted when she heard that, and a blush appeared on her face.

"I have already answered your questions." Meng Jing said lightly.

"...Uh." Chen Xiang suppressed his doubts. Seeing that Meng Jing's tone was straightforward and he didn't seem like a treacherous person, he hesitated for a moment and said, "My mother's name in heaven is Nishangxian, and her name in the human world is..."

After hearing Chenxiang's answer, Meng Jing felt a little strange.

Colorful fairy?
When Meng Jing was working in the Heavenly Court, he had some understanding of the duties in the Heavenly Court. Nishangxian is not a name, but a profession in the Heavenly Court, referring to those dancers, all of whom are extremely beautiful fairies.

However, since Chenxiang was not born by Yang Chan, why was he called Chenxiang? This puzzled Meng Jing. Was it a coincidence? But this coincidence was too incredible. If this Chenxiang was not the Chenxiang in his memory, why did Xiaoyu, the little fox, and Ao Chun, the eighth prince of the East China Sea, appear beside him?

Thinking of this, Meng Jing shook his head in his heart. He was not a cultivator who was good at calculations, and could not figure out the mystery, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

"Do you know my mother?" Chenxiang couldn't help but ask when she saw Meng Jing was silent.

"I don't know him." Meng Jing shook his head.

Since Chenxiang was not Yang Chan's son, Meng Jing didn't need to care about it anymore. Thinking of this, he turned around and prepared to leave the ruined temple.

Chenxiang and Xiaoyu were both stunned when they saw Meng Jing preparing to leave. After Chenxiang realized what was happening, he hurriedly shouted, "My Immortal, please stay!"

As he spoke, Chenxiang quickly ran to Meng Jing.

"What's up?" Meng Jing looked at the young man in front of him, his eyes as calm as water. In Chenxiang's eyes, Meng Jing's eyes were as quiet as a deep pool, without any ripples, as if nothing in the world could shake his mind.

"My Lord, are you leaving?" Chenxiang asked expectantly.

"Yes." Meng Jing nodded. He did have something to do. After returning to the Three Realms, he had not yet settled his biological father Meng Cheng in his previous life. Among the billions of creatures in the Douqi Continent, only Meng Cheng chose to believe in him. Even if he moved to another world, he could not keep Meng Cheng in his sea of ​​consciousness forever. Therefore, Meng Jing planned to place him in the human world and let him start over.

Chenxiang was delighted when he heard this, and hurriedly pleaded, "Immortal, can you take us away?"

Chen Xiang was not a dull person. The moment he told Meng Jing about his mother's identity, his expression remained calm. If he was not a person with limited knowledge, he must be a person with great magical powers. Although his mother was just a little fairy in the heaven, she was a member of the heaven after all. How could a casual cultivator in the human world not react after hearing this?

Hearing this, Meng Jing stopped, turned to look at Chen Xiang, and said, "You are the first person I met after returning to this world. Perhaps there is some fate between us. Your request is not difficult. Where do you want to go?"

Chenxiang and Xiaoyu were delighted to hear this. Chenxiang was about to speak, but Xiaoyu spoke first: "We are going to the northwest border of the Southern Continent. There is a place called Wanku Mountain! Does the immortal know where it is?"

Upon hearing this, Meng Jing closed his eyes for a moment, sensing the breath floating between heaven and earth.

"Xiaoyu, isn't this too far?" Chenxiang was a little anxious. Would the immortal take them for tens of thousands of miles? He originally only hoped to take a short distance along the way so that he could take care of them when Roaring Sky Dog caught up with them.

"I know where it is. I'll take you there." Meng Jing waved his hand.

Chenxiang, Xiaoyu and Ao Chun, who was lying unconscious on the ground, were surrounded by a mysterious aura. The aura contained the rhyme of Taoism, as if it could break the rules of space.

Chenxiang and Xiaoyu felt the aura around them and cried out in surprise. In their stunned eyes, the three of them, along with the unconscious Ao Chun, disappeared in an instant, turning into wisps of green smoke and dissipating in the ruined temple.

……

After seeing off Chen Xiang and the others, Meng Jing was about to use his magical powers to travel thousands of miles to the most prosperous dynasty in the Southern Continent. However, just as he was about to leave, he suddenly sensed a faint fairy air coming from afar, which was faintly familiar.

Meng Jing's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked up at the sky. In the distance, he saw clouds rolling, and a black dog came over on the clouds, with strong limbs, a bandage on its nose, and a gleam of wisdom in its eyes. The black dog was running fast, mumbling in a low voice, with a bit of resentment in its tone.

"Nezha, you guy, I, Xiaotian Dog, will remember you! If it weren't for my master's consideration of our brotherhood, I would have made you pay for it long ago!" Xiaotian Dog said gritting his teeth, the bandage wrapped around his nose trembling slightly with his breathing.

"Woo woo, you actually hurt my nose, how abominable!" Xiaotian Dog touched his nose lightly with his paw and grimaced in pain.

However, his expression soon became complacent again, with a sly look in his eyes: "Hehe, Nezha, do you think I can't use 'Boundless Heaven and Earth' just because my nose is injured? You underestimate me!"

As he spoke, Roaring Sky Dog's eyes were as sharp as a knife, looking straight at the dilapidated temple in the deep mountains. He grinned, revealing his white fangs, and laughed softly, "Little guys, here I come!"

Before he finished speaking, Roaring Sky Dog kicked his limbs and landed in front of the ruined temple like lightning. The moment he landed, the black dog turned into a human form, holding a bone stick, wearing tight black clothes and black pants, looking particularly capable, even with a bit of ostentatiousness.

He stood in front of the ruined temple, his magic power transformed into a dog's nose that twitched slightly in the air. He sniffed the air carefully, then revealed a smug smile: "The smell is here, it seems I'm not in the wrong place!"

Roaring Sky Dog cleared his throat, straightened his back, and spoke in a loud voice like thunder, causing all the beasts and birds in the surrounding mountains and forests to flee in panic: "Evil creature, where are you going to escape to!"

His voice echoed in the valley for a long time. Xiaotian Dog raised his lips, his eyes full of confidence and pride. He could already imagine Chenxiang panicking and running away.

"Hahaha... cough cough..." Xiaotian Dog's laughter suddenly stopped, and he looked at the figure at the gate of the ruined temple as if he had seen a ghost. (End of this chapter)