Who is spreading rumors that my filial piety towards them has changed?

Chu Mingkong frowned. The topic at hand was his concern that if he revealed the details of the battle in the Abyss Trench, the Asura King might question him about his soul, or even directly probe his soul. He believed the Asura King thought he had that ability.

Unexpectedly, as she savored her tea, she inadvertently revealed a great deal of information that he had not anticipated!

In today's world, although various rumors circulate about things like ascending to immortality or becoming a Buddha, few people know what the world is like after ascending to immortality or where those people go. In fact, these rumors have even disappeared!

It's hard to say whether this was a deliberate erasure of records, or whether the spiritual energy of heaven and earth had been depleted for too long, and those memories were gradually forgotten and severed in the long course of time.

“I’m even curious about the ‘Heavenly Realm.’ Can I ask the Asura King for more information?” Chu Mingkong asked.

The Asura King, who had just been casually "talking nonsense," now simply lowered his head to sip his tea and remained silent.

Chu Mingkong understood the meaning—

I won't go into details.

This is quite annoying. Why can't you just tell the beginning of the story instead of the whole thing?

But then he thought about it again and stopped caring. If he didn't want to say it, he didn't have to.

At worst, I'll just put in a lot of effort these days to max out the system's breakthrough for her, and then ask her directly.

Chu Mingkong smiled with relief, freeing one hand from his arms to support the cat, and picked up the teapot to pour tea for the Asura King.

The little girl in his arms saw this and, with her short, adorable pink arms holding a small cup, asked Chu Mingkong to fill it up as well. He smiled and poured tea for the little princess as well.

"Does the Asura King have any other business here?" Chu Mingkong asked.

"That's all. I just came to confirm the details of the battle back then," the Asura King replied calmly and bluntly.

"I feel a bit surprised. The Buddhist sect has left a rather peculiar impression on me. Whether it's the experiences of those around me or what I've witnessed myself, the Asura King's situation is... astonishing." He hesitated for a moment before coming up with a less offensive word.

In fact, the Asura King is quite an oddball; saying this is bound to offend people.

From a normal perspective, the emergence of an oddity within Buddhism is actually a positive thing.

So far, the Asura King that Chu Mingkong has met is much more straightforward; he simply wants to fight, and any grudges or entanglements are not within his consideration.

"There are also many branches within Buddhism, which generally do not interfere with each other. Each has its own temples and halls, and each follows its own Buddhist doctrines. Occasionally, some temples are denounced as evil."

Look at that gate; there are sects that have fallen into demonic ways there too. Kunlun is a sacred mountain, but also a demonic mountain; it just doesn't show its true colors.

"..."

Chu Mingkong wasn't sure if the second half of the Asura King's sentence was a rebuttal to his impression of Buddhism or something else, but judging from her reaction, she didn't seem to care much about his views on Buddhism.

Now a bald man has arrived, and he's definitely giving them sidelong glances with anger. Those who dare to attack will attack, while those who don't will cryptically say, "Benefactor, you have committed a sin of speech, and you will face retribution in the future."

"The tea is good, but it's not the tea of ​​this world."

The tea leaves were obtained directly from the system girl by Chu Mingkong.

The Asura King drank the tea in one gulp, without saying goodbye. He stood up and walked out of the hall. He was not wearing boots, and white silk wrapped around his delicate feet like socks, revealing his black pearl-like toes and heels.

His steps were bold and swift; in the blink of an eye, he vanished into the golden light like a phantom.

Perhaps due to the large amount of information he received, Chu Mingkong, though not in a daze, remained seated in place, silent, trying to compose himself.

Suddenly, I felt a light, itchy, damp sensation on my hand.

Chu Mingkong looked down and saw that the cat was gnawing at his tiger's mouth, grinding its few small baby teeth, but it couldn't bite through them at all.

Are you hungry?

"Master said Father's is pig's trotters...salty."

"You're only thinking about food, aren't you? Your dad hasn't skimped on your meals, so why are you so greedy?"

Chu Mingkong gently patted his youngest daughter's chubby gums, and a certain pressure in his heart temporarily eased.

Regardless of what happens to those Heavenly Realms afterward, strengthening ourselves is the only right thing to do.

However, he really needs to be more careful about slacking off in the future and put in a little more effort. Otherwise, if the people from Tianyu really want to cause trouble in the future, he, Chu, won't even have the confidence to... plan their mothers' attack on Benteng!

He suddenly picked up the cat, held her up to his face, and kissed her little face.

"Kitty, is it almost time for you to 'transform' again? Now you can even turn into a swaddled baby and someone will be there to feed you~"

The cat wasn't paying attention to anything else, but it heard someone feeding it.

"What is milk...? The kitten wants some right now!"

Chapter 162 The Pressure on the Women

With the Asura King gone, Chu Mingkong saw no need to linger in the secluded mansion in the corner of the city. He hoisted his youngest daughter around his neck and hurried toward Qingxin Mansion.

However, as soon as they stepped out of the gate, they were immediately stopped by Zuo Qiuchi and others.

But to be more precise, they weren't there to stop people, but to keep watch.

The sudden visit of the Asura King, a powerful figure who is not usually active in the eyes of ordinary people, to the small place of Xiling, made not only Chu Mingkong nervous.

Especially since Chu Mingkong brought the cat along to meet the Asura King, Zuo Qiuchi, Xiao Yunhan, and the others were extremely nervous. Even Yuehe, who rarely stepped out of the courtyard, made a rare appearance outside Qingxin Mansion to wait here.

If something happens inside, we can provide support at any time.

"Such a big commotion!" Chu Mingkong looked at their "all-out" display with surprise.

"You can still laugh!" Zuo Qiuchi stepped forward and snatched the cat into her arms, then flicked Chu Mingkong's forehead. "Seeing someone like the Asura King, you're still carrying the cat around. You think being a hostage isn't enough? You want to throw a little one along with you, right?"

What kind of talk is this? What hostages? That was a meeting of tech giants!

Cat loves to imitate adults' behavior. Seeing her master's actions, she leaned towards Chu Mingkong and stretched out her delicate and cute little paws to flick her father's forehead.

Chu Mingkong leaned forward and flicked the cat's forehead lightly, like she was gently tickling him with her little finger. Only then did Chu Mingkong respond:

"Now that the Asura King is gone, everything is peaceful and all is well. Shall we return to Qingxin Mansion first and then talk?"

The women had no objections. It was best if nothing happened, so they decided to go back to Qingxin Mansion and talk again.

In the blink of an eye, the group returned to Qingxin Mansion and encountered Jinyu as soon as they entered.

Since they were discussing serious matters, it wouldn't be appropriate to continue bringing the cat along, so Chu Mingkong handed the cat to Jin Yu.

"Jinyu, I'm going to talk to my master and the others. You take care of the cat and take her for a walk."

"Okay~ I was wondering where the cat went, turns out you kidnapped it, Chu Lang!"

Chu Mingkong smiled and said goodbye. After they had gone far away, the cat didn't forget to ask for food.

Actually, she doesn't eat much, but she wants to try everything. This little quirk has spoiled her, and Chu Mingkong and the others have given her everything to try. Now, when Maomao hears that there's something delicious, she's not used to waiting.

If I can't eat it, I'll keep thinking about it.

"Sister Jinyu, the kitten wants to nurse."

"what?"

Jin Yu was unaware of the cause and effect, and wondered why the little girl suddenly wanted to drink milk. Shouldn't she be weaned by now?

Why does it suddenly want to nurse? Where can I get milk for the kitten?

However, the milk and yogurt that Chu Lang gave us should also be able to be used to feed the cats, right...?

Jin Yu still occasionally asks Chu Mingkong for milk, not only the kind she slurps herself, but also the kind she used to drink in the capital.

There are so many flavors, you can drink them all without getting tired of them. You can try different flavors in turn, and when you go back to drink an old flavor, it feels like a new flavor.

"Sister will give you this to drink first. You can try something else when you get tired of it." Jin Yu took a bottle of yogurt from the ice pot where the bracelets were stored and gave it to the little guy.

"Anything else?" the cat asked in a sweet, baby voice, its ears pointed.

"Yes, there are plenty."

Taking advantage of the cat's current craving, Jin Yu carried her back to her own courtyard and put pressure on her mother, Pei Mi.

"Mother~ Kitty wants to drink milk, so you'd better try harder, right?"

"Go away, what nonsense are you spouting!"

......

Chu Mingkong led a group of girls back to his courtyard; anyone who didn't know better would think they were about to have some kind of sex party.

But the overall atmosphere was more like an interrogation of a criminal. It wasn't until Chu Mingkong finished explaining what they had talked about that the room, which was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, gradually began to have other voices.

"That's all?" Zuo Qiuchi asked.

"That's all? There's no way there is. I just went in and sat for a while." Chu Mingkong shrugged.

"Her personality is really quite strange. When she was ambushed by the Yin Shi Ren, she was still thinking about summoning another clone to fight the Blood Blade King's corpse." Feng Ying thought that such a motive was really speechless.

Her immediate thought upon hearing this news was that the Asura King might come to settle scores and say something like, "You stole from my enemy, so I can only settle my scores with you for the enemy I lost."

She left after a few words.

Chu Mingkong spoke up enthusiastically, jokingly adding:

“I noticed that her clone this time is stronger than the one that my master and I saw last time. I guess she increased the cultivation and combat power of her clone to guard against those Yin Shi people.”

"If Yuehe stayed there to launch a sneak attack, wouldn't that allow the Asura King to create an even stronger clone?"

The implication is that, in order to make the fight more comfortable for her opponent, the Asura King would not allow her clones to get too close to her cultivation level.

But why doesn't she completely suppress her cultivation level, or even use the premise of spiritual cultivation to "accommodate" other opponents?

I guess they just don't like it. If it's just about fighting for the sake of fighting, then they might as well turn themselves into little girls and play with cats, the two little ones swinging their fists at each other for fun.

The Asura King simply felt that there was no point in fighting enemies of a lower level.

Chu Mingkong only meant to make a joke, but the thought behind the joke made everyone fall silent.

Thinking of the Heavenly People mentioned by the Asura King, the invisible pressure increased even more.

Apart from Yuehe, the girls present in the courtyard all referred to themselves as "powerful figures of their own caliber," which could all be considered humble expressions.

The sudden news of the situation, and their immediate and tense response to the arrival of the Asura King, all cast an invisible pressure on their hearts.

Zuo Qiuchi even felt that when he was slacking off, he couldn't even fully enjoy himself.

Where have I ever experienced such pressure before?

Chu Mingkong realized the atmosphere was off. He had clearly intended to liven things up, but somehow he had become the king of awkward silences.

"Why are you all suddenly silent? I've already explained everything! Yuehe, do you know anything about the Tianyu people?"