Chapter 671 — This Is Not My Fat Dragon

They arrived at the altar where the Woodcutter Sage resided, but did not find him. Shen Mu and the others had no choice but to return to Supreme August Heaven. Upon reaching Li City, Shen Mu finally relaxed and smiled: "After returning to Jingping this time, I can give the Emperor an accounting. The doctrines of the two great Emperors of the Crimson Brightness Era—the Bright Emperor's Flawless Creation Mystic Sutra and the Crimson Emperor's Three Primal Gods' Indestructible Divine Consciousness—both can be transmitted outward. The divine beings of Jingping will surely see a great explosion of power! Primordial Ancestor, Sister Xiu, let us first go see Lord Huo. I also have the scripture of the Indra Heaven King Buddha here, which must be transmitted to Ma Rulai."

In Li City, the three of them entered Lord Huo's monastery. The welcoming monk led them into the courtyard and said with a smile: "Honored benefactors, Alchemist benefactor and the others are also here, discussing scriptures and debating the Dao with Rulai."

Shen Mu was both surprised and delighted: "The Village Head and the others have come too?"

At that very moment, the Alchemist emerged from the alchemy chamber, carrying a great cauldron, and called out loudly: "Fatty, come out and eat!"

Shen Mu laughed: "Fatty? It must be Dragon Fatty! I haven't seen Dragon Fatty in so long! I wonder if he has refined away all that fat?"

As he spoke, a massive ball of flesh rolled out from not far away. The ball's hooves could barely touch the ground, inching forward bit by bit. Its dragon tail was thick, but because it was so fat, the tail appeared quite short and stubby, swishing left and right behind its rear. Its neck had vanished entirely, and its head was like a ball of flesh too, as though growing atop a ball of flesh covered in scales and short bristles—though faintly, dragon horns could still be seen on the head.

The flesh ball said delightedly: "Is it lunch? Alchemist Master, is today's lunch portion generous enough? You gave me a rather skimpy breakfast—short weight, you know."

The Alchemist said irritably: "See for yourself!" With that, he turned and walked off.

The fat ball laboriously shuffled to the great cauldron, intending to count the number of spirit pills, but suddenly lost its footing and tumbled headfirst into the pot. From within the cauldron came a muffled voice: "On second thought, never mind counting. So hungry—let me eat first and figure it out later." And then from the pot came the crunching, munching sound of devouring.

Shen Mu was petrified. After a long while, he finally came to his senses and murmured: "No. This is absolutely not my Dragon Fatty. Absolutely not... Alchemist Grandfather, Alchemist Grandfather, have you seen my Dragon Qilin?"