"Oh, alright."

Nanan put down the dough sticks. She smiled at Lan and said, "Sister Lan, follow me."

"Thank… Thanks."

Lan quietly thanked her. Then, she followed Nanan, feeling anxious.

'Wash up?

'What does that mean?'

She thought about it and looked at her injured right hand. She hid it further under her sleeve.

'Did the Saint think my right hand's dirty? How does washing up help? Can this be washed off?'

She felt conflicted. They arrived downstairs.

Nanan walked to the basin and said, "Sister Lan, here."

"Yeah… Oh!" Lan snapped out of it. Nanan bent down and picked up a big red bucket on the floor. Then, she filled it up with water.

Lan looked at the flowing water and had to ask, "Is that… Spiritual Water? I don't need to use this, it's too wasteful."

"Hey, this is just ordinary water to Brother Nianfan. Don't you get it, Sister Lan?"

Nanan winked at Lan. Then, she pouted and said, "This place isn't as convenient as Brother Nianfan's four-part architecture. Water comes out from a tap there. We need to carry water ourselves over here. The design of the Heavenly Palace is whack."

Lan had a complex facial expression. She did not say anything.

'You're the first one to say the Heavenly Palace is whack. More importantly, why do we need tap water? Which Immortal needs to wash up?'

"Alright, wash your hands before eating. We have hand soap over here. It is quite fun."

Nanan said while she played with soap. She put soap on her hands and showed it to Lan. Soon, her small hands were filled with white bubbles.

"Sister Lan, look. It's so smooth and nice."

Then, she happily placed her hands inside the water. She squinted in enjoyment.

"Wow! So nice—"

Lan had to smile at Nanan. She felt slightly relieved and less shy. Then, she also slowly placed her hands in the water.

The cool sensation covered her hands. The layer of bubbles left by Nanan slowly covered her palms. It felt different from ordinary water. She had never felt something like that before. It was very slippery to the touch.

Lan had to rub her hands in the water. She felt like her hands became soft and light. She felt at ease.

'So magical…'

She blushed. She cleaned her hands in the water.

Then, she stared with wide eyes. She stared at her right hand with disbelief. She froze up and thought she was hallucinating.

'My right hand, the—the…the injury…is gone?!

'How could this be?

'How is this possible?'

She took her hand out from the water with a splash and repeatedly inspected it. She stared at the spot of her injury.

Not only was the wound gone, it also became whiter and softer. Her perfect small hand was like white jade.

'It's gone. It's really gone!'

She looked at the bucket of water again. She discovered a black stain floating on the water's surface. It was as if…an ordinary person washed her dirty hands in water.

However…her hand was not 'dirty'. She was infected by the plague! How could it be the same?

Lan was dumbfounded. She stood there and felt thunderstruck. She was irrecoverably shocked.

She asked in a trembling voice, "Nanan, what do you call that…thing you wash your hands with?'

"Hand soap." Nanan wanted to continue and play. However, she instantly lost interest when she saw the blackened water. "Ah, Sister Lan, your hand's so dirty. No wonder my brother asked you to wash up."

Lan felt her skin crawl. She said, "Yes… Yeah. Sorry about that."

'Hand soap?

'What kind of magical hand soap is that?'

Lan looked at the bottle and realized the bottle was extraordinary. The round, chunky, and clear bottle had a thin nozzle at the top. Green liquid would come out when it was gently pressed.

'I've never seen or heard of a bottle like that. Perhaps it's a container for treasure?

'Weird bottle, scary hand soap!'

She finally realized why they said the expert had treasures all around him. The insignificant things he had were usually more rare and precious than Spiritual Treasures. It was her fault for not realizing it because…his awesomeness was right there.

Plague God was a Taiyi Golden Immortal that walked the plague path. He was full of poison. One would be entangled with plague without a defense shield. He was hard to defeat and eliminate. His attacks were hard to recover from in a realm with limited resources. She could only withhold it with her powers.

Her original plans were to endure the suffering. She would torch her skin off to get rid of the plague. However, she did not expect that her injury would be gone after washing it. That was so simple.

'Of course. In the eyes of the expert, the poison of plague is nothing, right?

'Am I about to eat with the expert later?'

Lan winced and teared up. It was so scary for her.

"Sister Lan, let's go." Nanan said, "Let's hurry up. I haven't had breakfast yet."

"Oh," nodded Lan. She meekly followed Nanan to the attic.

She saw Chang'e with a dough stick in hand. She was holding a bowl with soy milk in it. It was still steaming hot. She sipped from the bowl.

Slurp!

The white soy milk entered her mouth while she quivered. She instantly squinted her eyes in enjoyment.

The dough stick and soy milk combo was perfect. She felt warm when she drank the soy milk. It felt indescribably nice, and it also quenched her thirst after eating the dough stick. The two of them were perfect for each other.

Gulp.

Lan had to gulp. It looked delicious.

Li Nianfan pointed at the dough sticks and soy milk at the side. He smiled and said, "Goddess Lan, this is your breakfast. Go ahead and eat it."

"Thanks, Lord Saint."

Lan carefully walked over and sat down. She picked up the dough stick, then looked at how Chang'e ate it. She was instantly shocked. She asked, "Sister Chang'e, your… Your dough stick is huge and hard. How did you put it in your mouth?"

Chang'e had experience eating it. She said, "If you think it's hard, you can dip it in soy milk. It'll become soft. The texture's quite nice, too."

Lan said, "I see, thanks."

…

Meanwhile, at the Dog Mountain in the Above Immortal Realm.

That was not the original name of that mountain but there were a lot of dogs. Blackie ordered to rename the mountain and change it to Dog Mountain. It was simple and easy to remember—straight to the point.

The back mountain of Dog Mountain was empty with nothing but a cage.

Inside the cage was a man with a black cape on. His face was thin. He looked lonely and tragic.

He pulled on the cage and kept shaking it.

"Let me out! I'm the Deified Dog! I'm a popular character amongst Dogs so at least give me some dignity!"

He had to yell, "Are there no guards out there? Someone, please, at least change my cage into something bigger. My Human form's much bigger, I don't fit well here and I can't stretch."

Suddenly, a white Pekingese dog slowly walked in. Then, it peeked inside.

Its white fur covered its eyes. It was unsure whether the dog could see or not.

"Finally."

The Deified Dog stood up in excitement. He hurriedly waved at the white Pekingese dog and said, "Let me out, I was wrong. I'm not going to be the Lord Dog anymore."

"I'm afraid it's not that easy." The white Pekingese dog walked over and said, "You offended the Lord Dog. You're lucky that he didn't kill you on the spot. Letting you go is clearly impossible."

He paused and asked mysteriously, "Do you know what this place was originally called?"

The Deified Dog shook his head, "I have no interest in knowing, I just want to leave peacefully."

The white dog said, "This place is originally called the Million Demons Mountain. Then, our Lord Dog arrived and killed off all the Demons. Hence, this mountain became the Dog Mountain. We Dogs don't kill our own kind. Otherwise, you probably would've been dead now, too."

The Deified Dog asked with shock, "Who is your Lord Dog exactly?"

The white dog said sternly, "Blackie!"

"Blackie? Such an ordinary name." The Deified Dog started to reflect on it. "It's unbelievable that some dog is more powerful than I am."

The white dog looked at the Deified Dog with curiosity. He asked, "Are you the real Deified Dog? The Deified Dog who was with God Jiro?"

"Ha, who knew that after so many years I'm still famous in the Dog world?" The Deified Dog smirked. "I'm the real Deified Dog! The others are all imposters."

"Who knew that the Deified Dog's also a Pekingese dog like I am? We're from the same family!"

The white dog looked at the Deified Dog and instantly felt close to him. It reminded him, "I came here to give you an opportunity."

The Deified Dog was puzzled. "Opportunity? You?"

The white dog said with confidence, "Our Lord Dog seems to be impressed by your wind-blowing skills. You should be his fanning dog. If you perform well, you'll be successful. There would be tons of benefits!"

"You want me to become his fanning dog?"

The Deified Dog thought it was ridiculous. He wanted to laugh but he was also pissed.

His face sank. He said coldly, "Ridiculous! Is that a wind-blowing skill? That's my spell! Also, we're all Dogs here so why should I be his fanning dog? Are you trying to insult me?"