From the Chaos to the Tomb Robbery

Zhang Qiling listened to the little Qilin Mo Jiu's "eat" and fell silent again. Did this count as paying back what he had said to it before?

Looking at the Qilin grass in front of him, Zhang Qiling picked it up with his slender fingers.

Zhang Qiling held up the Qilin grass and observed it indifferently. Although he had lost some of his memories from the time he was born to the time he took over as the clan leader, he was sure that such a magical grass did not exist in the world, including the records in the Zhang family's library.

Looking at the innocent and passionate eyes of the little Qilin Mo Jiu, Zhang Qiling couldn't help but choose to believe that it would not harm him.

What does it feel like to take Kirin grass?

Zhang Qiling only felt a faint and slightly sweet smell, which then turned into a warm current that entered his body and flowed to his limbs.

"Hmm~"

Zhang Qiling felt an indescribable heat and pain rising from his body.

The burning pain spread all over his body, as if it was being burned by fire. His tendons and veins burst, and his skin cracked. He immediately turned into a bloody cover and fell into the grass.

"Brother." The little Qilin Mo Jiu ran to his side, eyes full of worry and confusion.

The Qilin grass has no harm to the little Qilin, why is the brother so upset?

"Dad Tiandao, please help my brother." There was a cry of fear in his voice.

"It's okay, little Qilin, don't cry." The Tomb Robber Tiandao injected energy into Zhang Qiling's body, helping him to sort out the spiritual power of the Qilin grass, helping him to refine the Qilin blood in his body and remove the mortal blood.

Zhang Qiling was shaking with pain, and felt like his body was about to explode. He bit his lower lip tightly and clenched his fists.

Is he going to die? In his daze, he seemed to hear someone calling his brother. Was it him?

"It's over!" Tomb Robber Tiandao was suddenly shocked. He overestimated the physical endurance of his cub. The Qilin Grass had too much spiritual power, and the cub couldn't absorb it all. What should he do?

The tomb-robber Tiandao's clone was dancing wildly in the air in a hurry.

"Brother, brother." In his confused consciousness, the little Qilin saw Zhang Qiling like this and thought that he was going to die, so he burst into tears out of fear.

The tomb-robber Tiandao paused in mid-air, and looked at the little Qilin with his eyes lit up, "Little Qilin, help your brother absorb the excess spiritual power."

"Hmm? How do I collect it?" The little Qilin Mo Jiu looked up at the small ball of light in confusion.

"Stick your front legs to him and use the spiritual power in your body to guide the spiritual power in his body into your body."

With tears in his eyes, Mo Jiu obediently raised his front legs and placed them on Zhang Qiling's body. Because of his small body, in fact, two-thirds of his body was lying on his chest.

For Zhang Qiling, the spiritual power that was too violent to bear was absorbed into the body by the little Qilin very gently and smoothly.

Tomb-robber Tiandao's eyes turned red as he watched. The world was so vast that he envied him. A little Qilin was born as a golden immortal, while his own world couldn't even give birth to an immortal and was almost collapsing because of him.

As the spiritual power in Zhang Qiling's body was absorbed, he felt very light, his blood was boiling, and he was full of strength. He wanted to run a few laps in the mountain without even breathing hard.

He raised his hand and wanted to touch the little Qilin on his chest, but suddenly felt something was wrong and looked at his hand in surprise.

Zhang Qiling hugged the little Qilin in surprise and sat up. He could clearly feel that his clothes were loose and the little Qilin had become much bigger for him.

"Huh? Brother has become little brother." Little Qilin shouted happily.

Zhang Qiling's dark eyes looked at the small ball of light in the air.

The tomb robber Tiandao felt a little guilty when he looked at him, "Concentration is the essence. Look, aren't you much stronger now? The Qilin blood in your body is stronger than that of your ancestor."

But I almost died, Zhang Qiling said silently in his heart.

Zhang Qiling closed his eyes as he looked at his body, which was the size of a ten-year-old child. The Zhang family had a special constitution and a longevity, so they grew much slower, but they also did not grow backwards.

In my current state, I can’t do many things anymore, and I don’t know how long it will take me to grow.

Is this little ball of light reliable?

"Little brother, it's the breath of our ancestor." Mo Jiu happily sniffed Zhang Qiling's body. It was the breath of his ancestor's blood in his memory. It was thin and not obvious before, but now that the blood has become thicker, there is a hint of the breath of our ancestor Jiujiu.

Xiao Guangtuan coughed and looked at the two younger ones below, "Well, I'm busy. I'll leave first. You guys take good care of yourselves."

As he spoke, the small ball of light disappeared.

Zhang Qiling looked at its disappearing figure and the corners of his mouth twitched. Why did he feel that it was feeling guilty?

"Little brother, Jiujiu misses Zuzu."

"Who is Jiujiu's ancestor?" Zhang Qiling asked. How could he have the aura of the little Qilin ancestor?

"Jiujiu's great-grandfather is the First Qilin! He's super super powerful. Jiujiu saw the great-grandfather before he was born. He was so mighty." Speaking of the First Qilin, Mo Jiu's eyes lit up dazzlingly, and his beastly face was full of admiration.

“……”Since Jiujiu has such a noble identity, how did that strange little ball of light kidnap Jiujiu?

At this time, Zhang Qiling realized that Jiujiu should not be a creature of this world. Would its relatives find this place one day and take it away?

Thinking of this, Zhang Qiling couldn't help but hug the little Qilin tightly.

"Brother, what's wrong with you? Jiujiu can't breathe." Mo Jiu struggled uncomfortably in his embrace.

Zhang Qiling finally reacted and relaxed his grip, "I'm thinking about your future food."

"Don't worry, little brother." Mo Jiu patted Zhang Qiling's arm and said excitedly, "Jiujiu has so many foods and treasures in her mansion that she can support ten thousand little brothers. Jiujiu will support you in the future!"

Zhang Qiling...Thank you, I still want to live.

(The second prince of the Qilin clan: My son! Those are all the clan’s belongings. Daddy is just keeping them to prevent them from being taken away by other clans. Don’t be so proud…)