Baby Serendipity: The Whole World Fell In Love With Me
Chapter 516 - 515: Yes, it’s the Primordial Quartet Spirits

Chapter 516: Chapter 515: Yes, it’s the Primordial Quartet Spirits

Thinking of the Golden Hoop Stick, Mianmian realized that the golden stick that had insisted on blocking in front of her during the fight had disappeared.

"Are you talking about the Golden Hoop Stick?" Mianmian directly asked Green, "Its alias is indeed the Sea-Calming Pin, so if we fix it in the sea, it could stop this disaster, right?"

Green shook its head, indicating that wasn’t the case: "No, it’s related, but we’re not using it to calm the sea. In any case, Mianmian, if you believe me, go down and have a look, just dive a bit deeper."

Mianmian certainly trusted Green.

She asked Little White Dragon and Situ Zha to go and rescue people first, and she, doing as Green had said, put the Waterproof Pearls in her mouth and dived into the sea.

When the sea surged, its force was immense.

Slapped far away by a wave, Mianmian finally found the right direction to swim.

Swimming along, Little Bun touched her chest.

The wound really hurt, and it hadn’t healed so quickly. It was only because the medicine she had eaten was working, so it didn’t look as bad.

Most importantly, Mianmian knew now was not the time to cry and act spoiled; she could only endure it until the matter was resolved.

With the help of the Waterproof Pearls, Mianmian sank to the sea floor.

Not knowing what Green had referred to, Little Bun looked around.

Green gave Mianmian directions: "Look here, there are four pillars like this one under the Variety Show island."

The Variety Show island?

Mianmian recalled the director saying that the island appeared only at intervals, and was usually nowhere to be found. Then thinking of the four robust pillars, a guess surfaced in her little head.

Seaweed entwined around the pillars, and more grew at their base.

As this was a very deep part of the ocean, the fish were unaffected and remained lively. They swam around the pillars as before, completely unresponsive to the sudden appearance of Mianmian.

Green exclaimed in surprise: "These fish treat you as if you don’t exist."

Mianmian smiled: "That’s not true at all, I can talk to them."

Mianmian tried to communicate with the fish: "Does anyone know what these four pillars are?"

No sooner had she spoken than a dull voice came from above: "What four pillars? Are the children of these times all so impudent?"

The pillars were talking?

Mianmian looked up and in an instant locked eyes with two pairs of glowing eyes. The one on the left was amber-colored with round pupils, and the one on the right was golden with vertical pupils like a snake’s.

Looking up at the apparition above, Little Bun’s guess instantly became all the more certain.

She swam upwards quickly and when she came face to face with the owner of the eyes above, she requested in a soft and mushy little voice: "Lord Black Tortoise, could you please help? The seawater is running into the land, and the nearby residents are in great danger. You are the spirit of water, surely you have a way, right?"

Seeing that the little bun in front of him had already called out his name, Lord Black Tortoise looked from one eye to the other.

Lord Black Tortoise of the Primordial Quartet Spirits, with water as his elemental charge. Among ancient divinities, despite Gong Gong also being a water god, Lord Black Tortoise’s authority was a level higher; he was the very embodiment of water by birth.

Yet Lord Black Tortoise’s appearance was unique, a combination of turtle and snake. Turtles are not only capable of living in water but can also move on land. Hence, Lord Black Tortoise inherently had attributes of the thick earth as well.

"I do have a method, but why should I help you?" Lord Black Tortoise’s voice carried a chilly indifference, "The seas of today are no longer the seas of old, filled with who knows how much filth. People are so heartless towards the sea, why should I help them?"

As he spoke to Mianmian, Lord Black Tortoise’s body shrank a little.

The plants on his back and the sand and rocks, indeed, were arranged just like the layout of the little island.

"Filth?" This was Mianmian’s first trip to the sea, and not long after she went to the Dragon Palace with Little White Dragon, they left.

It was late at night, and she hadn’t seen anything dirty.

Seeing Mianmian’s confusion, Lord Black Tortoise gestured for her to look down.

Among his four legs, there was a mountain of trash piled up. There were broken beer bottles, plastic bags, and some things like wire nets. One fish foolishly mistook a small plastic bag for food and was trying to suck it into its mouth.

Mianmian quickly swam over to the fish, pulled the plastic bag out of its mouth, and explained that this thing wasn’t edible.

The fish tilted its head, seemingly puzzled why this strange creature could talk to it. After a while, it obediently swam away.

"While it’s true that I am one of the Primordial Quartet Spirits, I have no liking for the creatures Nuwa fashioned out of mud," Lord Black Tortoise expressed bluntly, "Was it you fighting with someone above just now? You disturbed my rest; how will you make amends?"

Mianmian hadn’t expected such a response.

She pursed her lips in dismay, staring into the eyes of Lord Black Tortoise.

As her tears were about to fall, Little Bun raised her hand to wipe them away, and bowed sincerely to Lord Black Tortoise: "I’m sorry, just now it was Mianmian fighting with a bad guy and we disturbed your sleep. Please have a good rest, Mianmian won’t disturb you anymore."

Having said that, Mianmian signaled to Green to leave.

This action surprised Lord Black Tortoise.

Historically, humans have always liked to impose the tasks they want to be done onto various deities. Through making wishes and other methods, they seek the aid of deities. Repeated again and again, if their wishes are not granted, they would blame the heavens and others, accusing the gods of having abilities but no conscience.

The little bun in front of him, who had just fervently pleaded and was on the verge of tears when he declined, didn’t hold any grudges and apologized immediately, then was about to leave?

Watching the small figure walk away, Lord Black Tortoise couldn’t help but ask, "You don’t blame me for not helping you?"

Mianmian stopped at the question, glanced at Lord Black Tortoise and earnestly said, "No, if you are willing to help, they are fortunate. If you’re not willing, maybe they have other fortunes waiting for them, why should I blame you?"

Hearing Mianmian’s candid tone, completely unforced, a flicker of interest passed through both sets of Lord Black Tortoise’s eyes.

The Primordial Quartet Spirits themselves were transcendent of the mundane world and did not fancy being adored and worshipped. After all, unlike the immortals of the Heavenly Court, they did not rely on such things for status. Their mere existence was a symbol of nobility; why would they need any additional offerings?

But a long life could indeed bore any sentient being.

Lord Black Tortoise was really bored.

He periodically woke up from his sleep in this place to see what the world had turned into. Observing that while humans had altered their way of life, their inherent flaws remained unchanged, his sense of boredom only deepened.

Upon seeing an interesting little creature, he couldn’t resist the urge to tease her a little.

"So, if I not only refuse to help but actually wish to worsen the storms, what would you do then?"