The legend begins with becoming a white deer.

When Qi Ji heard the words "demon deer," his ears twitched slightly. He wasn't angry; instead, he found it rather intriguing.

Previously, within the territory of Bilin Kingdom, from the Bilin King down to the villagers in the mountains, everyone who saw him would bow respectfully and address him as "Auspicious Beast," their eyes filled with awe and piety.

Even outside of Bilin, countless people in the martial arts world know the name of his spirit beast.

Although they coveted it, they also knew it was extraordinary.

Now, Qi Ji has finally encountered a human who doesn't recognize him.

"interesting."

Qi Ji's golden deer eyes flashed with a playful smile, and his tail slowly swept across the grass at his feet.

It's not that I have a good temper; it's like being walked down the street and an ant is snarling at you, threatening to bite you. You wouldn't get angry; you'd just find it novel and amusing.

A dozen thugs, gripping clubs and sickles, rushed forward hesitantly.

Looking at the enormous white deer and its gleaming antlers, they felt an instinctive fear. But having already received their wages from their boss, they couldn't back down now. So they forced themselves to shout to bolster their courage, but their steps grew slower and slower.

But before they could rush to the edge of the field, a small, thin figure moved first.

The little monk lightly touched the ground with his toes, and his body rose into the air like a willow catkin in the wind. He nimbly somersaulted more than twenty meters away and landed steadily in front of Qi Ji.

"Stop! This isn't a demon deer; you can't hurt it!"

The young monk, Xu Ling, lowered his waist and sat on a horse stance, channeling his inner energy and slowly thrusting forward with one palm.

"Buzz—!"

A pale golden aura emanated from his palm, initially as gentle as a spring breeze, but upon reaching the crowd, it suddenly transformed into an invisible wall of energy.

"Bang—"

"Ouch!"

The muffled thuds continued one after another.

The thugs at the front were struck in the chest as if by a heavy hammer. The sticks in their hands flew out of their hands, and they were thrown backward, crashing heavily onto the ridge of the field, rolling around in the mud.

Those behind couldn't stop in time and crashed into each other, with cries of pain echoing throughout.

Even Boss Liu, who was shouting from the back, was caught in the aftershocks. His fat body swayed, and he sat down on the ground with a thud, raising dust everywhere. His turban was askew, making him look like a rolling gourd.

Boss Liu, his enormous belly swaying, staggered to his feet, glaring venomously at Xu Ling: "Fine, fine, you wild monk! Daring to ruin my plans! Just you wait, this isn't over. I'll make you regret this!"

After saying that, he looked at Qi Ji, wanting to say something harsh, but those golden deer eyes seemed to have an invisible power of intimidation, which made Boss Liu stop his words in fright. In the end, he could only glare at the little monk Xu Ling with a fierce look, and then turn around and run towards the town.

His large body moved with incredible speed, even more agile than that of an ordinary strong man.

"Boss, wait for us!"

Seeing that their boss had run away, the remaining thugs dared not linger any longer. They scrambled to their feet, not even bothering to pick up their fallen weapons, and tumbled after him.

"This fat guy's eyesight isn't very good, but he's pretty fast when he runs."

Qi Ji watched the fat man disappear into the town's entrance in a flash, and chuckled to himself.

Withdrawing his gaze, Qi Ji looked at the little ethereal monk in front of him, his golden eyes scrutinizing him closely.

"I never imagined that there was such a thing as a monk in this world, and the first monk I met was a novice."

Qi Ji clearly sensed the fluctuations in Xu Ling's aura when he made his move.

Not too strong.

While far inferior to Changchunzi and Xuanmuzi, he was not weak either, and far superior to ordinary martial artists.

If he had to make a comparison, Qi Ji felt that this little monk was similar to Lin Qin, the royal guard of the Bilin royal family in his memory.

Qi Ji remembered listening to the Bilin King chat in the Bilin royal family. He recalled that all of their royal guards had far superior aptitudes compared to ordinary people. Lin Qin was one of the best among them. Although she was not a genius, she was still extremely outstanding and had the potential to become a top expert in the martial arts world in the future.

The young monk in front of them, only about twelve years old, had already reached the level of someone in their twenties when playing the zither, undoubtedly a martial arts prodigy with extraordinary talent.

Just as Qi Ji was examining Xu Ling, Xu Ling turned around, her bright eyes curiously looking at Qi Ji.

Although he had lived in Wanfo Temple since childhood and had seen many things, this was only the second time in his life that Xu Ling had seen a spirit beast.

Seeing that Qi Ji did not reject her, Xu Ling tentatively took a small step forward. When Qi Ji did not move, she moved closer.

"Um... you're a spirit beast, right? You can understand what I'm saying, right?"

Qi Ji nodded slightly as he watched the young monk approach, looking somewhat nervous.

"It really is a spirit beast! I knew I wasn't wrong!"

Xu Ling's eyes lit up immediately, and he almost jumped up. He clenched his fists in front of his chest and said excitedly, "My master said that every spirit beast is incredibly powerful, and each one has its own unique abilities. Today I've really learned something new."

Xu Ling quickly turned around and shouted to the excited villagers still standing on the edge of the field, "Fellow villagers, don't be afraid! This isn't some kind of demonic deer. This white deer is a legendary spirit beast of heaven and earth. It was it that used its supernatural powers to save your fields and give you food!"

In fact, even without the spirits saying it, the people could see it clearly.

The land, which had been cracked for months, became moist again.

The withered seedlings that were so fragile they would break at the slightest touch are now plump and heavy.

The wind swept across the fields, creating waves of green, and the fresh scent of grass and trees filled the air.

How could mortals perform such miraculous powers of bringing the dead back to life, except for the legendary immortals and gods?

It's unclear who took the lead, but with a "plop," they knelt down in the mud and kowtowed deeply in the direction of the white deer.

Immediately afterwards, people all knelt down, old people, women, and children, kneeling densely, their voices of gratitude rising and falling, echoing across the fields.

"Thank you for the food, Lord Spirit Beast!"

"Thank you so much, spirit beast! You saved our fields and the lives of our entire family!"

"We will never forget the kindness of the spirit beast!"

Congratulations on obtaining Legendary Spirit Points! Legendary Spirit Points +2

[Current Legendary Spirit Points: 43/120]

The system notification sounded in his mind, and Qi Ji's heart stirred slightly.

He looked at the fields he had just cultivated, and then at the many people kneeling before him.

"Should I go to more drought-stricken areas in the future and use the 'All Trees Pay Homage' skill more often? Wouldn't that increase my Legendary Spirit Points much faster?"

Qi Ji didn't know much about things from his previous life in ancient times, but he did know that droughts were common in ancient societies when they lacked modern productivity.

People eat for food.

Having food at home means you won't panic.

When the family ran out of food, chaos erupted.

Qi Ji's abilities undoubtedly gave him a significant advantage in dealing with food supplies, and the cost to him was not high. The result, for these ordinary people, was a life-saving grace.

It's a win-win situation: you can accumulate good deeds and gain both the spiritual essence of legends.

"Hmm, I've decided. From now on, I'll choose to travel through areas with severe droughts more often," Qi Ji thought to himself.

Xu Ling stood aside, watching the scene of the people kneeling in worship. He scratched his bald head, then turned to Qi Ji with a silly grin: "You're amazing! I've seen many strange beasts, and I've also seen another spirit beast, but this is the first time I've seen a supernatural power that can make the crops in an entire field ripen instantly. It's both magical and helpful to the people. It's incredible."

Qi Ji let out a soft deer cry, while his tail swept the dust around Xu Ling's feet, indicating that little monk, you are not bad either.

According to Qi Ji's judgment, this little monk may grow into a human powerhouse of the level of Xuan Ling and Wen Qinghe in the future.

Xu Ling couldn't understand Qi Ji Lu Ming's meaning, but he inexplicably felt that the spirit beast white deer was praising him. His cheeks flushed slightly, and he scratched his bald head, a little embarrassed: "Um... I haven't introduced myself yet. My Dharma name is Xu Ling, and I am a disciple from Wanfo Temple in Xuan Yin Kingdom. I have met the spirit beast white deer."

"Xuanyin Kingdom...Wanfo Temple..."

Qi Ji muttered to himself.

He knew that Xuan Yin Kingdom was one of the five most powerful kingdoms in the world.

This was the first time Qi Ji had heard of Wanfo Temple. He had originally thought that the little monk Xuling would mention something like Shaolin Temple.

"Wanfo Temple, that name is indeed much more imposing than Shaolin Temple."

Qi Ji nonchalantly flicked his tail, remembered the name, and then lifted his foot to leave.

I came here by chance, and also took the opportunity to test whether my skills could help me harvest the crops.

The matter is now settled, and Qi Ji should continue on his journey.

"Hey, Lord White Deer, are you leaving? Can I come with you? Wait for me."

Seeing that Qi Ji was about to leave, Xu Ling quickly took two steps forward to follow.

Having finally encountered a rare and powerful mythical beast, he wanted to learn more about it.

Just then, a cacophony of footsteps and the clanging of metal echoed through the town.

Then, Boss Liu returned, followed by more than a hundred people.

In front were the yamen runners, dressed in neat uniforms and with stern faces, carrying waist knives and holding fire and water sticks. Behind them were some martial arts guards from the homes of local gentry, each carrying long knives and sticks, looking menacing.

Beside Boss Liu stood a middle-aged man dressed in a blue satin official robe and wearing a black gauze hat; he was the magistrate of Qingniu Town. As he walked, he listened to Boss Liu's low-pitched reports, his expression growing increasingly grim.

Old Liu, sweating profusely from running, spotted the white deer and the ethereal little monk on the ridge of the field. He immediately pointed and cried out to the magistrate in a shrill voice, "Uncle, it's this meddlesome wild monk and this demonic deer! These two have ruined our plans!"