Behind Dry-Well Central Space Station, right next to the original Sweet-Spring Spirit Well from Day 1, stood a cozy courtyard paved with warm red desert sand.
A gold-plated wooden sign hung above the gate: [COURTYARD OF FOUNDING MERIT — DO NOT DISTURB THE ELDER].
Inside this courtyard lived the laziest, oldest, and most pampered resident in all ten worlds: Old Yellow.
Back on the very first day when Pei Xuan had been kicked out of the Iron-Wolf Marquisate with only Old Wei, Hong Ling, and Old Guo, Old Yellow was just a skinny, bald pack-camel with missing teeth who liked to spit smelly green cud onto bandits’ faces.
Over the years, while Pei Xuan rose from a mortal village chief to a Rank 7 Late Planetary Lord, Old Yellow had never practiced a single breathing manual or fought a single duel. Instead, his sole hobby was lying next to Pei Xuan’s Fusion Cube and eating whatever high-rank leftovers fell on the ground.
In the desert era, he ate Sweet-Spring mud and Needle-Cactus blossoms. In the kingdom and sect eras, he munched on Golden Core pill dregs and Ao Ming’s shed dragon scales. And ever since the Star-Trains opened, Old Yellow had been treated like a grandfather by every specialist in the county—Old Guo fed him ten Dragon-Turtle Breath Longevity Tea Eggs for breakfast every morning, the Moon-Rabbits brushed his humps with Warm-Spring Herbal Oil, Boom-Pot Sun tossed him crunchy Red-Gourd Ginseng Roots like candy, and yesterday afternoon, someone had parked…
