âListen to me, all of you. Lord Fifth is a Celestial bird, an ancient Celestial bird. I know of the Heavens, and I know of the underworld, because there is nothing that Lord Fifth doesnât know. If Iâm in a good mood, then Iâll pass on to you a Celestial magic. Celestial magic! Do you know what that means? Now repeat after me, as loud as you can: Have faith in the Lord Fifth, gain eternal life! When the Lord Fifth appears, who dares to cause strife!â As it finished speaking, it landed onto Huang Daxianâs head, its expression lofty and proud, as if it were innately above all the masses.
âYouâre nothing but a flashy bird!â said the meat jelly solemnly. It was currently perched atop the head of a Cultivator of the great circle of Foundation Establishment. âYou call yourself Celestial, but youâre really just a bird. And what do you mean by the number five Lord? What is number five anyway? At the most youâre a First Lord!â The Cultivator beneath it gave a wry smile, his face pale.
âHow many lives have I been trying to teach you this!?â said the parrot, glaring with contempt at the meat jelly. âYou still canât count past three? Youâre not even qualified to talk to Lord Fifth!â
âOh yeah? How high can you count?â asked the meat jelly, sounding both furious and humiliated.
âI can count to nine!â replied the parrot haughtily, glaring with wide eyes. Immediately, the meat jelly stared in shock as it tried to comprehend how vastly high of a number nine must be. It wanted to say something back to the parrot, but seeing its haughty appearance, the meat jelly realized that nine must be an incredibly high number. It suddenly started to feel a bit low in the self-esteem department.
