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Chapter 99 Praise of Om Messiah

"Hello, Earth Dragon," Emperor Roar said, attempting to invoke the new title for the ingredients.

"I'm in a good mood today, so say whatever you want."

Bai Mengqing was carrying a tote bag, humming an unknown tune. When she hummed a higher note, she didn't forget to nudge Lin Muran next to her. She seemed to be in a very good mood.

Today was supposed to be a fun day, and seeing how happy the dragon was, Lin Muran didn't want to say anything that would spoil the mood. So he simply pulled Xia Li to the center to act as a defensive decoy, and the effect was surprisingly good.

The dragon stopped its pounding and switched the bag to its other hand, but after a short while, it started pulling the other person around in a windmill.

It can now be confirmed that this dragon's emotions are beyond normal, to the point that it can even ignore bloodline restraint.

That's normal, though. He remembers when he got his first cell phone in high school, he spent an entire afternoon just playing with the default apps, even without a SIM card or internet.

"Why don't you take the phone apart and use it first?"

“Then we’ll definitely have to wait until we get home, set up an altar, perform the ritual, burn incense, chant incantations, and then open the box,” Bai Mengqing said excitedly, gesturing as she spoke.

"Are you unpacking or consecrating something?"

“Explaining is an old tradition of Qingxiaoling,” Dihou explained to his elder brother, explaining the perplexing behavior of the ingredients.

Xia Li couldn't take the spinning of the windmill anymore and broke free from Bai Mengqing's grasp.

There was already a significant height difference, and if the other party exerted even more force, Xia Li was certain that she would immediately fly up.

"Old traditions?"

"Whenever a new magical artifact is forged, the old sect master would lead all the inner disciples to set up an altar and perform incantations, praising the God of Myriad Machines and expressing great joy to the Machine Souls," Emperor Roar continued to explain.

"Should we add a final line praising Om Messiah?"

My elder brother is indeed a native of the immortal realm; he knows even this.

Xia Li nodded: "The old sect leader is skilled in mechanical arts, which may be her verbal tic. Di Hou was very surprised that his elder brother could predict her verbal tic."

She had read through all the ancient books and had never heard of an ancient being with such an obscure name, yet Lin Muran had said it so casually.

No wonder they could ascend; it turns out it was all advanced technology.

Lin Muran was starting to lose her composure; wasn't the old sect leader's background a bit too complicated?

It's Sanhe God, the Funeral Love Family, and Yun Hammer. What era did this guy come from?
"Your old sect leader is truly a god."

“Human,” Emperor Roar added.

"Lin Muran, where do we go next, home or dinner?"

Bai Mengqing didn't expect Lin Muran to know this consecration procedure. She went around to his other side and deliberately rubbed his knee with her camouflage tail. She was already thinking about how to ask him to consecrate her phone.

"Let's go get a free meal first."

Lin Muran opened her phone and checked the map. She found that the coffee shop was relatively close, so she decided to take the two spirit beasts there on foot and show them what the signs along the way meant.

Yan Yifan's coffee shop is quite a distance from where Lin Muran lives, near a scenic area, and it takes about 20 minutes to cycle there.

If he hadn't happened to be passing by today with his two spirit beasts while buying a phone, and also gotten a free meal for three, he really wouldn't have wanted to go through the trouble of going around there.

"This is a coffee shop?"

Bai Mengqing looked at the two-story building in front of her, decorated in a very antique style with white walls and black tiles, and couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

As the name suggests, a coffee shop is a place that sells coffee. She had imagined that Red Milk Dragon's coffee shop would be a cave filled with spider webs, occasionally flashing with purple light, and smelling of swill. Unexpectedly, at first glance, it looked quite like a wealthy family's house.

No wonder the red milk dragon keeps sending money to Lin Muran like a wronged child.
"Good taste," Emperor Roar praised.

Xia Li had seen similar ancient-style architectural towns before, but most of them were not new enough, and even when they were bad, they couldn't capture the retro and original feel. They were neither fish nor fowl and had no unique features.

But the two-story building in front of her had a similar feel to the wealthy mansion she had seen when she was abandoned by her master on the mountain.

Jingle bell, jingle bell.

The thick glass door was pushed open, causing the bells on it to ring out a clear and melodious sound.

Yan Yifan wasn't at the bar; I don't know where he went.

Apart from the backdrop for the stage changing from black to white, the café as a whole is pretty much the same as when Lin Muran last visited.

Accompanied by a live performance of "Wild Geese Descending on the Sandbank," the ancient charm immediately came through.

It can only be said that Yan Yifan is indeed operating the coffee shop according to Lin Muran's plan, and the overall situation is stable and improving.

"Qingxiaoling Hall has also been transmigrated?"

This was Bai Mengqing's first sentence after entering the coffee shop, completely changing Lin Muran's impression of Qing Xiaoling as a machine full of gears.

"So this is what Qingxiaoling looks like?" Lin Muran asked with some curiosity.

He had only seen sects in some fantasy and historical dramas, most of which looked like Taoist temples. This was the first time he had seen a scene like a coffee shop.

As expected of a time traveler, he doesn't follow any established rules when building things.

"Correction, it's just very similar." Emperor Roar vehemently refuted the Earth Dragon's statement.

Xia Li drew a circle in the air with her two small hands and said in a completely calm tone, "The real hall is even bigger than this." Di Hou hurriedly explained to his older brother.

"Hey, but I think it's only a little bit bigger than this." Bai Mengqing added after looking around, seeing Xia Li start explaining to Lin Muran.

It's only slightly bigger than Yan Yifan's coffee shop.
For a sect, this is indeed a bit shabby.

Lin Muran originally thought that a sect with such a profound foundation and a transmigrator in charge should at least occupy a mountain and build a grand temple to make sense.

"Using public office to settle personal scores. Emperor Roar said that if we consider the original size of the ingredients, then what he said is indeed the truth."

Xia Li adjusted her sunglasses: "Indeed, if Yaochi weren't so small, the ingredients would be..."

"Also what?"

"Hey, this shabby place really can't compare to Qingxiaoling. At most, it can only be considered a place with relatively abundant spiritual energy and good feng shui."

Upon hearing that Xia Li was about to reveal her dark past, Bai Mengqing quickly put on a smiling face and pulled her inside, leaving Lin Muran completely bewildered.

Schrödinger's bloodline restraint?
"You must be tired from standing for so long. There are so many people here, let's find a place to sit down."

"It's best if the ingredients have self-awareness," Emperor Roar said, his emotions slightly calmed.

Xia Li let Bai Mengqing pull her along, but as they passed the stage, her square sunglasses inadvertently met the small round sunglasses on the stage.

The sound of the piano stopped suddenly.

(End of this chapter)