Butterflies flutter over beautiful flowers in the garden, and the beauty sitting on the bench in melancholy turns a beautiful scene into one of sorrow.
Even in her distress, Fairy Maki is an exceptional beauty who is rarely seen elsewhere, and her teary eyes are as breathtaking as ever.
Sect Master Oseka looked away with a sigh of dejection, unable to face the sight of Fairy Maki in this depressing state. He is her master and uncle; thus, he knows her better than anyone in the White Stork sect. She is a tough lady, but this is her first time in such a predicament.
"Sigh! You are my niece. I will never force you into a situation that takes your happiness away, but the Mazona family is overbearing and relentless in this request. Even the first ancestor left the decision in my hands. We, the White Stork sect are a righteous sect, and we do not sacrifice our members for self-interests. My young lady, even if you were not my niece. I would never force you to get married without your concern."
The wind blew as the garden went silent. Fairy Maki is still depressed, despite the sect master's assurance because she understands what kind of family the Mazona family is.
If she persists in her refusal, the Mazona family may bully the White Stork sect that she loves so much. Anyhow, Fairy Maki aspires to be the strongest in the Bluesky Region and contribute to the growth of the White Stork sect. She is much more preoccupied with longevity and strength than with the married life. If the boy they wanted her to marry was not of the Mazona family, would he still be worthy of marrying her? Are his qualifications adequate, or is he only depending on the prestige of his family name?
Fairy Maki is unfamiliar with the boy named Bobo Mazona and has no desire to meet him. Her primary aims are longevity and strength; everything else is just an irritation to her.
"Uncle... I do not want to get married." The way she said it was gloomily and with resolve.
Sect Master Oseka turned to face her. The last time she called him uncle, she was cheerful and young. Nowadays she calls him sect master. This might be her way of reminding him that it is not just a sect issue, but a family issue as well.
The sect master sighed in resignation as he prepared to tell the Mazona family in a harshless way that the White Stork sect could not be forced to comply with their demand.
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Though this marriage benefits the sect, the sect's overall morale may suffer if the news gets out that the most famous fairy of the Bluesky Region was forced to marry into some powerful family, leaving the sect with little choice but to comply.
Oris was casually reclining with his cow body on the floor in the hideout, unaware of the occurrence of the outside world. To kill time, he kept himself busy by reading the miscellaneous books left by the old man.
"This cow physique sucks. I am unable to perform routine tasks such as watering the plants, cooking, cleaning, and other activities that a human body would be capable of. Since my last breakthrough, I have spent the last two weeks of boredom reading nonstop. I can hardly wait to reach the Soul Germination stage so I can get normal hands."
"Fortunately, I can sense that my base in the advanced stage of Spiritual Seed Shaping is going to stabilise. At the very least, I learned something beneficial from these miscellaneous books. Not all of this time was wasted for nought."
"Though I don't know why this was not imparted from his memories, I have learned that there's an expensive pill in this world that can quickly stabilize the cultivation base known as the Base Solidifying Pill. If I could get my hands, I mean my hooves on that pill, I will definitely become an unfathomable expert, and that b*tch..."
When the woman who killed the venerable Mozinba came to mind, Oris remembered the awkward things that had happened to him over the previous two weeks. It appears that within a week, Oris will at least go on heat on one of the seven days, and every time this occurs, he will have hallucinations of climbing that woman mercilessly. This usually makes him feel embarrassed and ashamed of this unusual behaviour.
Trying hard to quickly replace this embarrassing thought in his mind, Oris' cow lips smiled hard with realization.
"Finally! My cultivation base has stabilised. It is time to enter the final stage."
BOOM!
An explosion of spiritual energy erupts as Oris achieves yet another breakthrough without cultivating like other immortal cultivators. His 1000000 spiritual channels are brimming with natural spiritual energy, and cultivating them will only have negative effects on his body.
"Hahaha! I have finally entered the final stage of Spiritual Seed Shaping, and I can feel that within another month, I will be able to enter Spiritual Seed Nurturing, which is an entirely different realm from the Spiritual Seed Shaping stage."
"It took Venerable Mozinba four years to cultivate from the early stage of Spiritual Seed Shaping to the final stage, but I was able to do so in three weeks. If I could get my hands, sorry, my hooves on the Base Solidifying Pill, I could become a terrifying expert in just a few days." Oris said excitedly, all of his embarrassing thoughts vanished for the time being.
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