The whole weird world is waiting for me to go to heaven

Chapter 774: The Heart of the Fetal God (Forty)
The mountain road became steeper and steeper as we went up, the wind and snow became more fierce, and the horses began to stagger.

Finally, the convoy stopped on a steep slope.

Liu Sheng looked outside and saw those gray-robed servants untying their horses and putting the reins on themselves.

Blood was rising from their bodies, their shapes were swelling up little by little, and their faces were distorted in severe pain.

Liu Sheng narrowed his eyes, and before he could speak, he heard Feng Jing gently explain: "Junior Sister, there are some things that animals can't do, only humans can do it."

Liu Sheng glanced at him calmly and said slowly, "No need to bother."

Feng Jing was slightly stunned, and before he could come to his senses, he heard a sudden exclamation from outside.

"What...what?"

The carriage suddenly shook violently, and then was suddenly lifted up by a powerful force!

Then, it seemed to crawl up!

As the servants shouted in panic, the carriage shook violently and then moved upward unsteadily.

Feng Jing was originally sitting comfortably on the cushion, but was thrown over and hit the car wall unexpectedly.

Fortunately, something wet and flexible instantly wrapped around him and held him firmly, preventing him from falling too badly.

After a while of stumbling around, Master Feng Jing could vaguely hear Liu Sheng say leisurely, "We're here."

Master Feng Jing's heart trembled, and he managed to steady himself, then he opened the curtain and took a look -

Several golden tentacles slowly retracted like dragons, revealing several gray-robed servants who had been wrapped in them. They had dazed looks on their faces, as if they were trying hard to recall what had just happened.

Outside the carriage is the main hall complex of Snow Mountain, a large expanse of towering red walls and golden tiles, shining brightly in the sun.

Master Feng Jing looked back at Liu Sheng in disbelief, his Adam's apple sliding, thousands of words stuck in his throat, not knowing where to start.

However, this innocent-looking little sister shrugged, blinked, and said in a light tone:
"The shortest distance between two points is a straight line. You're welcome."

Is this a no-brainer question?
Master Feng Jing roared in his heart, but maintained his usual demeanor on the surface. He straightened his messy robes and the hair on his head that looked like a chicken coop, and said reluctantly: "Little Junior Sister, good trick."

"Welcome to the Snow Mountain."

After getting off the carriage, there was already a large circle of red-robed masters surrounding them, and further away there were grey-robed servants dodging and peeking their heads out.

Without exception, everyone had a dazed look on their face.

They were originally just full of curiosity, wanting to see what this female spirit was like. After all, it was rumored that she was born with wisdom and could practice since birth, which was really amazing.

But who would have thought...

Witnessed this bizarre scene with my own eyes——

One carriage after another, surrounded by golden tentacles, climbed up the mountain along the mountain wall as if they had legs!

Everyone was shouting in their hearts, but no one dared to speak out. They could only stare in amazement at the small figure who slowly stepped down from the carriage.

……

The noise on the snowy mountains spread far and wide.

It also spread to the school where the spiritual boy was.

The lecturer soon discovered that all the boys in the room were peeking around, their minds were elsewhere, so they were no longer able to listen to the "Snow Mountain Practice Record", which was extremely boring for children of their age.

The lecturer finally sighed, snapped the scroll in his hand shut, and frowned tightly.

"You guys can't even sit still over this little thing!"

He tapped the scroll in his hands, looking heartbroken.

"Look at him, he is only two years old, but he has already achieved success in his practice and has been named a master!"

"What about you?" He glanced at everyone, his tone becoming increasingly hostile, "You are all good men born with spiritual faculties, but in the end you are not even as good as a little girl?"

After hearing these words, the boys lowered their heads one after another, looking somewhat embarrassed, but they were not convinced in their hearts.

Now the whole Snow Mountain knows that the female spirit fetus on the Chagan grassland has returned to the Snow Mountain, and it has been confirmed personally by the Great Protector!
This honor is unprecedented!

Even if you don't accept it, the facts are right in front of you.

The noise outside was getting closer, as if a large group of people were coming this way.

The little heads in the dormitory all stood up again, and their eyes turned uncontrollably to the outside.

The instructor was furious when he saw this, and pointed his finger at them: "Look at how old you are, and you still can't develop a sense of Qi. What's the maximum you can achieve?"

His fingers circled around and finally stopped at the tallest boy in the school.

"You, Baosheng, are already six years old, right? Still haven't made a breakthrough? Your innate energy is about to dissipate! Still reading? What are you looking at?" Baosheng's face was hit by the scroll. The part of his face facing the window immediately turned red and swollen as if it weighed a thousand pounds, and he couldn't help but droop it.

"I heard you two are from the same hometown, why don't you seem to be so successful?"

As the taunting sounded, a burst of muffled laughter suddenly rang out in the school dormitory.

"Sure enough, it's useless to send it up without the spirit fetus."

"I heard that he practiced with his master when he was a child..."

"What kind of master is that? Isn't he said to have become an evil god?"

The laughter was shrill, and Baosheng's head drooped even lower. His hands were clenched tightly under the table, his nails digging deep into his palms.

A pair of hands forcibly pried open his fist, revealing a palm covered with bloody crescent-shaped scars.

He looked up suddenly and found that the lecturer was standing beside him without him knowing, his figure casting a deep shadow.

From an angle that no one could see, the instructor's mouth slightly opened, and his purple lips gently moved. Only Baosheng could hear the sound:

"Don't waste this blood."

Baosheng trembled, lowered his head and said nothing.

The other boys were already accustomed to this scene. They just glanced at it, laughed for a while, and then paid no more attention to it, just stretched their heads to look outward.

"I'm coming!"

"But I can't see anything. It's just people."

"I heard she was a little girl, short, so of course she couldn't see."

"A guru who is shorter than us? Hard to imagine..."

The lecturer saw that the room was full of children who could no longer sit still and wanted to get out of the window. He could only sigh helplessly and waved his hand:

"Forget it, forget it, just go and watch the fun."

As soon as the words fell, the boys cheered and rushed out of the school, following the noise.

Only Baosheng was still sitting quietly in the same place, with his head lowered close to the "Snow Mountain Practice Record" on the table, the words on it almost penetrated into his eyes.

A hand gently stroked his hair, the movement gentle.

The next moment, the hand slid coldly down the back of his neck into his collar and accurately pinched the beating pulse on both sides of his neck.

"Don't be nervous, it's just a little blood."

The voice was gentle, but it was like a cold-blooded poisonous snake coiling around your ears.

"And... don't tell your grandfather."

"But they won't care about you, right?"

When the faint laughter reached his ears, Baosheng's body trembled violently, and he pursed his lips tightly, trying hard to hold back from making any sound.

A piercing pain swept through his body. He trembled, his back tense, but he could only endure it silently.

The noise outside gradually faded away, and only when the team was completely far away did the cold pain finally dissipate.

Baosheng was covered in cold sweat, and the sweat on his forehead was gently wiped away.

Then, with gentle hands, she straightened his collar and covered the wound.

"Okay, go and have a look too." The voice sounded softly, as gentle as an elder's advice, "You should also learn to relax a little."

"Ah."

Baosheng nodded like a puppet, and his legs seemed to be led by an invisible will, and he slowly moved out of the school.

On the mountain path, both sides of the steps were crowded with people, and everyone's eyes were focused on the long steps leading to the top of the mountain.

Following the gaze of the crowd, Baosheng finally saw the figure standing high above.

Her steps were calm and her figure was small. Her fire fox cloak was like a small burning flame against the snowy world. Together with the people from Baicun, she climbed up to the higher place little by little and finally disappeared behind the red walls and golden tiles.

A spark fell into Baosheng's heart.

Baosheng stood outside the crowd, his fingers tightening unconsciously.

Grandma, you are wrong...

This is the difference between heaven and earth.