The overlord of the gods is interrogating the alien female spy.

　It seems that within this towering tower, in this realm of music, he is supreme... the music he conducts is the only truth.

　"Cuck!"

　But today, he swore that he was really just playing music, that he hadn't touched the stupid politics of the Leitanians, that his so-called music emperor title was undeserved and was just something others forced upon him... and that he hadn't felt any secret smugness about it.

　"Your Majesty, spare me! I know I'm guilty! I know I'm guilty! Please don't sprinkle cumin on me! Dori, you stupid sheep!"

　The chubby penguin was tied to his baton, and as a cloud of mist swayed, he, placed on a brazier, began to spin.

　"You fat bird, you keep spouting this kind of boring stuff all day long, you're really dirtying my ears."

　Qilin sat in a chair, with a pile of torn sheet music on the table in front of him.

　He had already listened to so-called "refined" music, but all he felt was that it was "affected and pretentious."

　"Your aesthetic sense really needs a complete overhaul, Your Majesty!"

　As the Qilin Overlord uttered this word, a chill rose from the Emperor's webbed feet and shot straight to the top of his head.

　Chapter Thirty-Five: Being Conscripted by the Primordial Celestial Lord is an Honor for the Beastmen

　After all that fooling around, Chen Lingxu still didn't actually turn the fat penguin, the Great Emperor, into a roasted penguin. Mainly because penguins don't taste good, and he didn't like eating them.

　The black and white penguin with its fluffy appearance flapped its wings as it stood on the ground, brushed off the cumin powder that had gotten on its body, then picked up a specially made tailcoat from the ground and put it on. After tidying itself up, it greeted the Qilin.

　"Great Primordial Celestial Venerable, it is truly my great fortune to see you again."

　"Alright. Enough with the flattery. I've come here on business, but having nowhere else to go, I've decided to stay for a few days. You don't mind, do you?"

　"Your Majesty, please don't say that. With your esteemed presence, this tower is your palace! Whatever your command, I will do my utmost to fulfill it!"

　The emperor thumped his chest and declared his loyalty.

　"Hmm...do you know where the lich is?"

　As usual, Chen Lingxu asked him about this matter to see if he could get any other information.

　"Lich...what do you want with those guys? They just stay in their temples of knowledge, studying all sorts of nonsense."

　Chen Lingxu tapped the table, and Anesse and Dori took turns explaining the origin and purpose of the matter.

　"I see."

　Although curious about how Chen Lingxu had reappeared after so much time, the Emperor had already been given an important mission and didn't ask any unnecessary questions.

　“Finding them won’t be easy. The easiest way right now is to wait until the date of the Emperor of Letania’s selection. There will definitely be liches there to watch the spectacle. Then we can all work together to catch those clues for His Majesty the Celestial.”

　"A loose thread."

　Another unfamiliar term.

　Theresa was very curious, but she didn't dare to interrupt their conversation.

　"Liches are a special kind of Tikkauz. They have long since abandoned their physical bodies, transforming their souls into something called a 'Life Box'. As long as..."

　As long as this phylactery remains intact, the lich will not die. If someone else obtains the phylactery, they can threaten the lich into working for them. Therefore, most liches spend their entire lives trying to hide their phylactery in a place where no one can find it. Their bodies left in the mortal world are mostly composed of 'threads'.

　The Emperor glanced at the Sarkaz girl, equally wondering if this was the Qilin's reserve food. But Anese gave him a look, suggesting the situation was more complicated. So, he decided to do her a favor and explain it to her more.

　The Sarkaz's body is made of threads... is that why they're called Thread Ends?

　Theresa seemed thoughtful, then thanked the penguin.

　"Gone. Slave."

　After hearing about the lich's current situation, Chen Lingxu got up and prepared to go outside for a stroll. Having finally come to a big city, wouldn't it be a waste not to take a good look around and spend some money?

　"Huh? Master...where are we going?"

　Theresa hurriedly followed.

　"Go for a stroll. You don't need to follow me. Prepare dinner; I'll be back to eat later."

　"Yes, Your Majesty!"

　After watching the two leave, the Emperor abandoned all politeness, plopped down on the ground, and spread his paws, looking as if he had just escaped death.

　"Wow, you two. You didn't even tell me about something this big beforehand, it scared the crap out of me."

　He looked at the two old men and poured out his grievances.

　When he first saw the Qilin appear at the end of the stairs, his heart nearly jumped out of his mouth.

　"I figured you were a court musician, so you should be used to His Majesty the Celestial Venerable appearing at any time, which is why I didn't inform you in advance."

　Agnese lay on the incredibly soft blanket spread on the floor and yawned contentedly.

　"That was so long ago! I went skiing in the Arctic after the Beast Kingdom was destroyed, and I've long forgotten the court etiquette."

　The Emperor then looked at Dori, who was floating there.

　"You stupid sheep are the most hateful."

　"Huh? What did I do? It was His Majesty the Heavenly Venerable who roasted you because you didn't perform well. That's your own problem. I was just faithfully carrying out His Majesty the Heavenly Venerable's orders."

　Dolly's voice was languid, but his demeanor was much more profound than when Qilin was around.

　"Now what?"

　The emperor ignored the cunning sheep and turned to look at Anesse.

　She was the one who brought the people here, but the Emperor himself had to make the arrangements. Money was a small matter, but he needed to figure out the purpose of the Primordial Celestial Venerable before he could feel at ease.

　"The Primordial Celestial Lord has appeared in the mortal world. Does our Emperor intend to rebuild the Beast Kingdom? Is the first step to conquer Letania?"

　"You're overthinking it, Your Majesty."

　Agnese looked at the penguin that kept insisting it had never been involved in Letanian politics.

　"Although I have only been with His Majesty the Celestial for a short time, I can tell that His Majesty's interest lies more in examining the development level of these Terran civilizations. Do you remember how happy His Majesty was when those ancient technologies discovered by the Celestial were activated after the sage settled in the Beast Kingdom?"

　"Of course I remember. It's no exaggeration to say that the whole country is jubilant."

　Not only in the past, but even now, ten thousand years after the fall of the Beast Kingdom, these scattered Beast Lords still possess some of the technology that was lost from the Beast Kingdom in the past.

　"In my opinion, the Celestial Venerable should be enjoying life."

　Dolly's words drew the Emperor's attention.

　"Enjoy life?"

　Now, thinking about it carefully, most of the technologies that emerged in the Beast Kingdom, as well as the results of social development and technological advancements, were first applied in the area around the Qilin Overlord after they matured.

　"I remember the Celestial Venerable saying something during the Ghost Festival..."

　The beastmen established a nation and built a society, and naturally, festivals were born. The Ghost Festival was one of the few festival names that Chen Lingxu found in his memories from his previous life. Because it sounded nice, and because it had a good meaning of warding off illness, sending off the dead, and paying respects to ancestors, it was used in the festivals of the beast kingdom.

　At that time, as the national idol of the Beast Kingdom, Yuanshi Tianzun will reason with the Beast People, share joy with them, and envision the future together.

　In short, Chen Lingxu would reminisce with the beastmen about the past hardships and present happiness, then paint a rosy picture and talk about future plans.

　"After defeating Tikkaz and unifying Terra, our civilization can take another step forward and reach an era of universal happiness."

　The three beasts stared at each other for a long time, wide-eyed.

　"Ugh."

　Theresa sighed softly.

　The Qilin in front of her was in high spirits, and hadn't stopped shopping yet, buying a lot of things, all of which she was carrying in her hands.

　I'm so tired...

　Theresa carried a jumble of random things toward the Qilin.

　But there were far too many people on the street, and with so many things in her arms, Theresa couldn't see where she was going. She seemed to bump into someone by accident.

　"sorry Sorry."

　"It's nothing...you..."

　"Slave. Bring him here right now."

　"Yes, Master!"

　It was a soft female voice. Theresa didn't hear what the other person said, so she called out to Qilin and quickly followed.

　"..."

　The man watched Theresa stagger as she was whipped by the steel-whip-like tail until she disappeared into the crowd.

　“Slave… huh?”

　Chapter Thirty-Six: Escape! Run! Send!

　"Woo..."

　Theresa leaned limply against

　On the Qilin. Only for this brief moment each day can she be close to this monster without any burden.

　"You did a good job practicing your spells today."

　Ugh, do we really have to talk about her magical cultivation at this time?

　Little Peach pressed her mouth against the scales of the Qilin Overlord. She felt a heavy weight in her stomach, and when she swayed her waist, she could vaguely hear the sound of water sloshing.

　"Since you used to be a tailor, you can try combining your magical style with your tailoring skills."

　Hmm, I'm teaching her seriously...

　But it still feels a bit strange. He doesn't seem that busy usually. Why didn't he take a break from his busy schedule to teach her a few tricks?

　Despite her doubts, Theresa listened attentively and took the tips to heart.

　She isn't particularly talented, so she needs to study and practice diligently if she wants to become stronger.

　That's what Qilin said to her.

　The other party is so capable, they certainly wouldn't lie to her.

　Thinking about it, that makes sense. Theresa considered herself just an ordinary person. If her ancestors had some powerful bloodline or abilities, she and her brother wouldn't have had to raise each other.

　Now that she finally has a chance to change herself, she must seize it...

　"But I'm not that sure."

　Nestled beside the Qilin, Theresa's delicate white hands moved slowly over his body, secretly using them as a ruler to measure his physique. But it seemed that her little actions felt like insects crawling on the Qilin, making him extremely itchy, so after beating the drum, he put her little hands down.

　Chen Lingxu didn't set any rules for the little slave, like "nine promotions to one Luo." But since she wasn't sleeping well at night and her little hands were groping him all over, if this continued for too long, it would only make him demand more and more of her.

　So, as punishment, Chen Lingxu made her repeat the tedious night shifts there.

　My hands are so sore...

　And Theresa was a little sleepy...she wanted to sleep...

　Peeking out from Qilin's embrace, Theresa saw him with his eyes closed, seemingly fast asleep.

　Ah, if she's asleep... then it's alright if she secretly stops, right?

　Thinking it over, Theresa tried to slow down, and then stopped again, placing her little hands on him and remaining still.

　But the peach pit in Little Peach's heart was throbbing violently. If the other party woke up or scolded her, she would immediately seize the time to work and stop slacking off.

　"call……"

　The Qilin didn't make a sound... Oh, its big tail twitched twice, nothing serious.

　Theresa withdrew her small hand, but after closing her eyes for a while, she reached out again and quietly placed it on Qilin's waist. After slowly embracing him, she took a long, deep breath and slowly fell asleep.

　"not enough."

　The Qilin's shout rang out, and Theresa, who was practicing turning the water into silk threads, was whipped again. The fabric of her long dress was scratched by the Qilin's scales, creating a few wrinkles, like waves of grass on a hill when the wind blows. These wrinkles gradually disappeared with her steps, leaving only her smooth, yet perfectly rounded, peach-shaped buttocks, which were as prominent as the full moon.

　Theresa gritted her teeth, carefully recalling Qilin's words, and changed the shape of the water she was controlling.

　You must manipulate spells like a tailor making clothes.

　But how exactly do you make water as thin as a silk thread? How do you make such a thin stream of water harder than steel?

　"We still need a proper spellbook to improve her knowledge."

　Chen Lingxu spent another half a day practicing with the little peach slave. Although Theresa's progress was remarkable, and she could already change a ball of water into several shapes without wasting too much, it was still a long way from meeting his expectations.

　Chen Lingxu didn't require her to learn advanced techniques like heating water to a flow or turning it into ice or gas; he only required her to be able to weave a garment using water.

　However, for Theresa, who lacks formal training, to reach this level in a short period of time requires a vast amount of magical knowledge to cramming her with. Furthermore, the knowledge Chen Lingxu possesses is too obscure and difficult for her to understand.