Chapter 630 - 628: Pip, Prepare for the Clan-wide Migration

Chapter 630: Chapter 628: Pip, Prepare for the Clan-wide Migration

"Master, welcome home."

"Welcome home, Master."

Then came the sound of gongs and drums, a scene of joyous celebration.

Aaron Sinclair smiled faintly. He flew up to stand on the suspended rope bridge, his gaze sweeping over the wintergourds below.

"Hello there, my little wintergourds."

"Master, Master!"

"Master!"

The wintergourds were incredibly enthusiastic toward him.

He was in a good mood.

With a grand wave of his hand,

countless rare treasures, Magic Treasure Elixir Pills, and other such items landed directly in the wintergourds’ hands. "These are meeting gifts for you. Cultivate well."

"Whoa..."

"Thank you, Master!"

"Thank you for your rewards, Master!"

Bullfrog and Tadpole also flew to Aaron Sinclair’s side. They took out the Spiritual Liquid they had brought back and uncorked it. Using Magic, they sent the bottle into the air. At that moment, a boundless stream of Spiritual Liquid poured from the Space Bottle, transforming into a gentle rain that fell upon every wintergourd, who promptly absorbed it.

It was like a shower of Spiritual Liquid. Not a single drop touched the ground; each one landed precisely on a wintergourd.

"It’s so sweet!"

"So fragrant... This is Spiritual Liquid!"

"Wow... So much Spiritual Liquid! It’s raining, and it’s a rain of Spiritual Liquid!"

"Papa, Mama, it’s raining!"

Bullfrog shouted at the top of its lungs.

"This is Spiritual Liquid gifted by our Master! Everyone, drink up!"

Even if Bullfrog hadn’t said anything, they would have known. After all, who besides their Master would have such wonderful things? As for outsiders, who would be willing to spare something like this for them? Only their Master would think of them when he had something good.

"Master! Master!"

"Thank you, Master!"

"Thank you, Master!"

"SOB... Master is truly the best."

"Yeah, Master treats us so well."

"If it weren’t for our Master’s protection, our clan would have probably been wiped out long ago."

"That’s right. The only reason we can live such good lives now is all thanks to our Master’s protection."

Standing on the rope bridge, Aaron Sinclair’s gaze swept over the wintergourds. He announced, "Alright, my little wintergourds, let’s celebrate tonight. I want winter gourd soup, roasted meat, and a whole roasted lamb."

"Yes, Master!"

The winter gourds the Master mentioned—they grew plenty of them, and they were very fresh.

Bullfrog and Tadpole scurried over, chattering back and forth.

"Master, we’ll go prepare right away. We’ll even arrange for some song and dance for you later."

Song and dance, too.

Hearing this, the corner of Aaron Sinclair’s mouth twitched.

’A bunch of wintergourds dancing over there... I can’t even imagine the sight.’ He found the thought quite comical. ’But it doesn’t matter if they dance well or not. The main thing is that they’re happy.’

Thinking this, he said, "Alright, you can handle the arrangements." He truly didn’t have any objections.

An elder excitedly came to his side. "Master, I suggest you take a dip in the hot spring first, then have a massage to relax."

Aaron Sinclair nodded slightly.

"Mm."

The elder gestured with his hand.

"Master, please follow us."

Deep within The Undercity lay a natural hot spring, which had been beautifully developed. The area around the spring was paved with all sorts of pebbles, giving it a clean look. Honestly, though their species were different, he had to admit these wintergourds really knew how to live.

In the steaming hot spring, Aaron Sinclair leaned against the edge with his eyes closed, an embroidered cloth resting on his head as he enjoyed the soak. Several other wintergourds floated in the water beside him. They also had cloths on them and were drifting contentedly. These were the wintergourds accompanying him in the hot spring.

As for Aaron Sinclair, two wintergourds knelt on either side of him, giving him a massage and a scrub.

"Master, how does it feel? Is the pressure alright? Would you like it a little firmer?"

"Mm, just like that. You’re hitting all the right pressure points. This is great."

"Hehe, we’re glad you’re satisfied, Master."

Bare-chested, Aaron Sinclair was completely relaxed. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but just as he was drifting off to sleep, he felt a change in the wintergourd massaging him.

He opened his eyes and turned to look at the wintergourd now working on him. With just a glance, Aaron Sinclair recognized it was Pip. Although the Wintergourd Clan all looked more or less the same—even Aaron had trouble telling them apart—Pip’s aura was still very distinct.

"Pip."

Pip looked at him excitedly.

"Master, I’m here."

His voice sounded very young, no longer possessing the aged frailty of someone whose life was nearing its end.

Aaron Sinclair sized up the wintergourd before him. Ancient, cyan patterns now swirled across his body, and the wintergourd itself had a deep, glossy black sheen.

"Has your Cultivation recovered?"

Pip nodded repeatedly.

"Mhm! Master, my Cultivation is restored."

"Look! Not only is my Cultivation back, but I’m even stronger than before. Thank you, Master. I would have died without you. I’m young again now, not a little old man anymore. My body was all shriveled up before, I looked so ugly."

Aaron Sinclair nodded slightly.

"Mm, that was quite fast. I thought it would take you at least a full night to absorb and refine the Spiritual Marrow. I didn’t expect it to be so quick."

Hearing this,

Pip explained, "Master, our bodies are different from yours. For us, absorbing Spiritual Marrow is like drinking water. Since there’s no danger involved, the absorption and refinement process is very fast."

Aaron Sinclair nodded.

"I can see that."

Before Aaron Sinclair could say more, the kneeling Pip looked up at him, his eyes welling with tears. He promptly burst out crying. "Master, I thought I was going to die. Thank you, thank you for bestowing such precious Spiritual Marrow upon me."

"Master, I’m so happy. But my greatest joy isn’t that I survived. It’s that you’re still alive, Master. I finally lived to see you return."

Aaron Sinclair reached out and patted his head.

"I know. Continue to follow me from now on."

"Thank you, Master!"

Aaron Sinclair looked at him and asked curiously, "By the way, Pip, do you have a wife?"

Pip stood up, puffed out his chest, and declared quite proudly, "Master, I already have three children."

He had only asked casually, not expecting that Pip was already a father of three. "Damn... Not bad, Pip. You actually have kids. By the way, who’s your wife? Is she pretty?"

Pip nodded, his eyes full of stars.

"Very pretty. My wife’s name is Lulu."

Hearing this,

"Haha..." Aaron Sinclair laughed. "I’ll have to meet her later and give you two a big red envelope. Pip got married, and I didn’t even get to attend the wedding feast."

"You won’t be able to." As he spoke, Pip’s expression fell, and he lowered his head sadly.

Aaron Sinclair froze, unable to stop himself from asking, "What’s wrong?"

Pip said, "My wife’s Cultivation was low. She passed away three hundred years ago." To be honest, Pip really missed Lulu. She was gone, but she would forever remain deep in his heart, never having truly left.

Aaron Sinclair gently patted Pip’s head.

"My condolences."