"Master, you've arrived!"
When Zhu Tu woke up, Ma Xiaoniu smiled and nodded: "Why are you up so early? Why don't you sleep a little longer?"
Zhu Tu scratched her head sheepishly: "Hehe, Zhu Yun, Zhu Yu, and I have already divided it up. Each of us will have one day. Today it's my turn to find ingredients and cook."
Looking at the empty-handed Zhu Tu, Ma Xiaoniu laughed and said, "Then it seems things aren't looking too good today."
Zhu Tu chuckled. "Master's here! Today's going to be a good day!" she thought, her mouth watering at the thought of her master's grilled fish.
"come out"
Ma Xiaoniu waved his hand towards the lake, and the water churned as several fish, each over a meter long, leaped onto the shore. They gutted themselves, cleaning themselves thoroughly, and then used their fins as feet to run to the kitchen, retrieve salt, and rubbed it all over themselves. Ma Xiaoniu then waved towards the jungle, and several large rocks rolled out, automatically forming a fire pit. A large patch of dry branches sprouted tiny limbs and crawled out, then lay down on the fire pit and set themselves ablaze. The cleaned fish, now using their fins as feet, darted over and leaped into the fire pit, constantly writhing and turning.
Zhu Tu was dumbfounded. He understood his master less and less. What kind of divine power was this? No, even gods probably couldn't do this!
A rich aroma wafted through the air, and soon, sounds could be heard coming from inside the bamboo house.
"Wow, it smells so good! Senior Brother Zhu Tu's grilled fish skills are getting better and better! He's almost surpassing Master!" Zhu Yu's clear voice rang out, and then Zhu Yun and Zhu Yu sniffed as they ran out of the bamboo house. But they saw that besides Zhu Tu, Master was also standing by the stove. The two of them immediately became reserved, especially Zhu Yu, whose face turned red with embarrassment. She stood there not knowing what to do.
Ma Xiaoniu laughed and waved to them: "Come on, the fish is ready, or it'll all be gone!" Zhu Yun and Zhu Yu's attention was finally drawn to the grilled fish. They ran to the stove in a few steps. At the same time, the grilled fish in the stove ran out on its own, picked up a suitable branch, strung itself up, and then leaped into their hands.
Zhu Tu behaved relatively normally, but Zhu Yun and Zhu Yu were completely dumbfounded. Although they had witnessed their master's amazing abilities before, this was too unbelievable. The grilled fish actually came over on its own and offered to be eaten...
"Aren't you going to eat it? It won't taste good if it gets cold!"
"Oh, oh!" The three of them immediately started eating, swallowing the fish meat in big gulps.
Ma Xiaoniu swallowed hard. It smelled amazing! He reached for the grilled fish beside him and devoured it, the aroma filling his mouth. He almost swallowed his tongue. Indeed, fish grown in a natural environment tasted better, especially in this world, where there was no pollution at all, unlike Earth. Ma Xiaoniu suddenly didn't want to go back. Living in this world forever would be wonderful! However, it was clear that this was just a thought; he couldn't bear to leave Earth, and his dream was to fight for justice! (Recently, there has been a serious encoding issue, which motivates us to update faster. Please exit reading mode if you're in the mood. Thank you.)
Chapter Forty-Six ===
In no time, the grilled fish turned into a skeleton, and then the skeleton ran into the jungle, dug a hole, and buried itself.
After eating the grilled fish, Ma Xiaoniu sat on the ground, while Zhu Tu and the other two sat beside him, laughing and teasing each other about the greasiness on their faces.
Ma Xiaoniu smiled and said to Zhu Yu, "Zhu Yu, I just heard you call Zhu Tu Senior Brother?"
The three stopped their playful antics, and Zhu Yu respectfully nodded, saying, "Yes, Master, the three of us have decided to establish a sect. You, Master, will be the founding patriarch, Zhu Tu will be the eldest brother, Zhu Yun will be the second brother, and I will be the youngest."
The other two nodded seriously as well.
Ma Xiaoniu chuckled. Why does this feel like children playing house?
"Oh? Have you decided on a name for the sect yet?"
The three looked at each other and shook their heads. Zhu Tu respectfully said, "Please bestow a name upon us, Master."
Ma Xiaoniu thought for a moment. For him, it wouldn't matter, but for Zhu Tu and the other two, establishing a sect might be very beneficial. He nodded: "Let's call it the Creation Sect."
The three of them lit up and nodded repeatedly. Zhu Yu giggled and said, "Great! Our sect finally has a name! From now on, I'll be the senior sister of our Creation Sect!"
Zhu Tu gestured to the other two, and then the three of them stood up together, kowtowed to Ma Xiaoniu, and shouted, "Disciple greets Master!"
Ma Xiaoniu was stunned, then suddenly realized that if he founded a sect, he would naturally become their master! He never expected this; he hadn't planned to take on any disciples, yet he had fallen into a trap. But then he thought, he was already a supreme god, and besides, Zhu Tu was formed by his own inspiration, and Zhu Yun and Zhu Yu were his creations, like his own children. What was wrong with taking them as disciples?
Ma Xiaoniu nodded: "Get up."
The three of them, Zhu Tu and Ma Xiaoniu, finally breathed a sigh of relief. They were worried that Ma Xiaoniu wouldn't agree, but now their dream had finally come true! Zhu Tu and Ma Xiaoniu's faces were flushed with excitement, and their bodies trembled slightly.
Ma Xiaoniu had the three of them sit cross-legged opposite him, then smiled and said, "Since you've established a sect, how can you not have a sect-defining cultivation technique? Now I will pass on the Creation God Scripture to you; you must study it diligently."
Having finished speaking, he pointed, and suddenly a seven-colored divine light shone brightly in the sky. Three golden books, each a foot tall, slowly descended before the three. The four large characters on the covers of the books contained profound Daoist principles; just looking at them brought waves of enlightenment to their hearts. The three picked up the books, overjoyed and weeping. Zhu Tu was the first to kneel and bow, saying, "Thank you, Master, for bestowing these divine scriptures." The other two followed suit.
The so-called divine scripture was merely something Ma Xiaoniu created arbitrarily. As the supreme god of this region, he was omnipotent, and his words became law.
"The Creation Scripture is divided into nine levels, from highest to lowest: God, Heaven, Earth, Profound, Yellow, Universe, Cosmos, Flood, and Wilderness. Among them, the Flood and Wilderness of the Universe is the Mortal Realm, while Heaven, Earth, Profound, and Yellow are the Immortal Realm. God is the God-Human Realm. Whether in the Mortal Realm or the Immortal Realm, one cannot escape the word 'dust' and cannot achieve immortality. Only by becoming a god can one transcend the word 'dust' and live as long as Heaven and Earth. This scripture is the sect's treasured scripture. Anyone who views it will be reincarnated a hundred times in the illusory realm of the Mortal Realm. Those who pass the test of their character will receive the scripture; otherwise, they will develop inner demons, and their cultivation will hardly progress. If you want to learn it, you must be extremely careful!"
Actually, Ma Xiaoniu doesn't know if a celestial realm and a divine realm exist. In places he's been, his words carry weight, but in places he hasn't been, he's just a mortal! Perhaps he could create a celestial realm and a divine realm sometime? But that's all for the future. How many areas of this planet have they explored yet? That enormous planet in the sky is definitely much larger than their own, and with all those stars in the sky, who knows when they'll be able to explore them all?
Zhu Tu and the other two replied, "We will obey your orders, Master!"
Ma Xiaoniu nodded, but then thought that the Creation Sect couldn't possibly have only these few people forever. If they were to recruit more, the number would be far too small with just three divine scriptures. Moreover, their current housing was too rudimentary and didn't look like what a major sect should have.
After pondering for a moment, Ma Xiaoniu waved his hand, and the vast forest beside him vanished. Then, the soil churned, and a massive azure jade tablet emerged from the earth, growing taller and larger until, in an instant, a jade tablet with a black stone base, a hundred meters high and fifty meters wide, radiating azure light, was complete. The characters on the tablet resembled ants marching in formation, densely covering the entire tablet. Faint, ethereal Daoist chants emanated from the characters, transforming into tiny azure dragons that coiled around the tablet. Just hearing them evoked profound insights, and a single glance could draw one into an illusion, subjecting them to trials.
The three of them, Zhu Tu and Zhu Tu, sat cross-legged to one side with blank expressions and their eyes slightly closed. They had been pulled into an illusion by the jade tablet.
Without interfering further, Ma Xiaoniu returned to his home on Earth with a thought after establishing the jade tablet.
...
It had only been a little over a day since he returned, but it felt like an eternity to Ma Xiaoniu. He no longer felt the effortless control he had within the Chaos Pearl, but instead found a warmth of home that was hard to find there.
He wasn't dirty, but Ma Xiaoniu still quickly washed up. Then he went out of the courtyard. The main street of Ma Village had been repaired, with a brand-new, wide, and smooth asphalt road, shaded by trees on both sides. Just as he stepped out of the gate, he heard someone calling him from the village entrance. He turned around and saw Uncle Ma sitting under a tree, waving for him to come over.
"Uncle Ma, you were looking for me?" Ma Xiaoniu casually found a tree stump to sit down.
Uncle Ma took a couple of puffs of his pipe and stared at Ma Xiaoniu. Ma Xiaoniu felt a chill run down his spine under that gaze: "Uncle Ma, what's wrong? What serious thing happened?"
Uncle Ma tapped his pipe on the ground beside him, his face filled with sorrow: "Little Niu, I've watched you grow up. You're the only son in your family, you can't let anything happen to you."
Hmm? Could it be? Ma Xiaoniu's eyes darted around: "Uncle Ma, is something the matter?"
Uncle Ma took a puff of his pipe: "The police screened several villages a few days ago, notifying everyone who was away to come back. Yesterday, they screened again, and you weren't home. Two policemen were staking out your house for a whole day and night." Uncle Ma looked at Ma Xiaoniu with his deep eyes: "Xiaoniu, are you sure you're alright?"
Ma Xiaoniu chuckled dryly, changing the subject: "Hey? The weather's pretty nice today, Uncle Ma. I'm going back now, you can continue to rest."
The moment he turned around, Ma Xiaoniu's face darkened. Had they really traced him back to him? Of course, Ma Xiaoniu had expected it. How could someone doing something like this not leave any clues? Especially in today's society where cameras are everywhere. So, Ma Xiaoniu wasn't worried at all.