Chapter 1141

"Don't think you've been shortchanged," Xu Yeyue sniffed. "Being by Taixuan's side—that's the blessing countless people crave!"

As she spoke, she manifested Zhang Taixuan's appearance in the void.

"What do you think?"

A Great Luo cultivator carries divine aura naturally.

Zhuang Qingshuang glanced once, and her heart pounded wildly, her cheeks flushing faintly pink.

That faint unease vanished without a trace.

Had it not been for a maiden's reserve, she would have rushed to see him immediately.

She steadied herself, suppressing the myriad thoughts in her heart.

Zhuang Qingshuang asked: "Since you've joined the chat group, the Xu family's influence will only grow—there's no need to send me to Great Luo Heaven anymore. What's your real purpose?"

Xu Yeyue scoffed. "Qingshuang, you're too naive. Is there ever a merchant who thinks he has too much money? Is there ever an official who thinks he has too much power?"

"No," Zhuang Qingshuang shook her head lightly.

Human greed never ends—one mountain always looks higher than the next.

That's human nature.

Xu Yeyue smiled. "I certainly won't think the Xu family's power is too great. If I can forge a connection with Taixuan, won't that benefit the Xu family in the future?"

"That's true," Zhuang Qingshuang nodded. "I never thought you'd do something like this."

Xu Yeyue shook her head. "What's strange about it? As a Young Lady of the Ghost Wang Fu, I must think of my own family's interests. Only you, cooped up at home doing nothing, would find this odd."

"That's why you think it strange."

Even in ancient society, though women had no official career path, many still thirsted for power and intrigue.

Zhuang Qingshuang sighed. "Do you think I don't want to go out? I can't."

She looked down, a little dejected.

Her figure is too striking—step outside, and everyone stares. Father hopes I'll become an imperial consort; he'd never let me show my face publicly.

"That's true! Qingshuang, you're far too eye-catching," Xu Yeyue laughed. "Alright, let's go back. The Xining Sect below is already in an uproar."

After being gone a while, Zhuang Qingshuang's disappearance had been discovered.

"Mm."

The next moment, the two descended swiftly, landing about a hundred meters above the Xining Sect.

"Sect Master, the Young Lady is in the sky!"

Suddenly, someone cried out.

All looked up and saw two lovely young maidens slowly descending.

Everyone present was from the Wu Lin, yet none had ever seen such a sight—they froze in place.

"Qingshuang, you explain the situation to the Xining Sect members," Xu Yeyue lightly patted Zhuang Qingshuang's shoulder. "I'm leaving. If your family agrees, come find me at the Ghost Wang Fu."

"Mm."

Zhuang Qingshuang gave a slight nod.

Xu Yeyue stirred her intent, leapt upward, and vanished into the clouds.

Seeing Xu Yeyue disappear, Zhuang Jie finally came to his senses, gazing at the sky in shock, then turning his eyes to Zhuang Qingshuang.

Seeing Xu Yeyue vanish, Zhuang Jie snapped back to reality, gazing up at the sky in shock, then turning his eyes to Zhuang Qingshuang.

Wu Lin cultivators could fly through the sky!

Even a Void-Shattering cultivator doesn't have such power!

When did the Ghost King's daughter gain such abilities?

Many questions churned in his mind, but he couldn't ask them in public.

Zhuang Jie waved his hand. "Go rest. Keep today's events quiet."

He immediately realized it was impossible.

The Xining Sect was a major power in Jin Ling—and a trusted ally of Zhu Yuanzhang.

But who knew how many spies and infiltrators lurked within this sect?

By the time these people dispersed, news of Zhuang Qingshuang and Xu Yeyue would spread across all Jin Ling factions.

He had no way to stop it—only to pretend ignorance.

As for this, he had no solution—he could only let it be, pretending not to know.

"Qingshuang, what happened?" Zhuang Jie stared at the stiffly composed Zhuang Qingshuang. "How is it that Xu Yeyue can fly through the sky and vanish at will?"

Zhuang Qingshuang steadied herself. "This story is exceedingly strange—Father, are you certain you want to hear it?"

"Of course," Zhuang Jie nodded.

At this, Zhuang Qingshuang gathered her thoughts and recounted the full story.

"You mean the Great Luo Immortal has feelings for you?" Zhuang Jie's eyes sparkled with delight, his voice trembling.

Zhuang Qingshuang shook her head. "Only the Young Lady wishes to send me there."

Zhuang Jie clapped his hands. "That's still excellent! Daughter, this is a great opportunity. If you can forge a bond with that Dao Jun, not only will you gain immortality and ascend to godhood, but the Zhuang family will benefit too."

Zhuang Qingshuang had anticipated her father's thoughts and nodded lightly.

"Then tomorrow, Father, go to the Xu family and explain this."

Zhuang Jie laughed heartily. "Good! I'm proud you think of the family this way."

He comforted her further, then dismissed her.

Outside, the moonlight was perfect.

Saying this, she offered further reassurance and sent Zhuang Qingshuang away.

Outside, the moonlight was just right.

Zhuang Qingshuang walked through the estate, a light breeze stirring countless fireflies, as if a river of stars gathered before her eyes.

Though she had long known her father was heartless, treating her as a tool merely to curry favor with others.

Yet when reality stared her in the face, she still felt some pain.

"Can a person truly be this heartless?" Zhuang Qingshuang wondered.

Even though she was a woman, unable to inherit Xining Sect or continue the Zhuang lineage, she was still her father's own flesh and blood.

After thinking for a while, she still could not understand.

In the end, she could only attribute it to the fact that noble families had too many heirs, accustomed to being heartless toward ordinary offspring, accustomed to discarding them to forge the legend of a thousand-year clan.

Once she thought of this, she felt lighter.

If the family was heartless toward her, then she was free of ties to journey to Dalaotian.

Thinking of Dalaotian, the image of the Dao Jun surfaced in her mind, filling her heart with joy, even her sorrow and loneliness now brimming with hope.

She turned and returned to the room, ignoring the dimming sky, and focused intently on dressing herself.

On the other side.

The Ghost King finished his cultivation and summoned Bai Fanghua, exposed her true identity, and laid everything on the table.

As a woman of the Demon Cult, Bai Fanghua naturally lacked the delicate melancholy of a wealthy young lady; having witnessed the Ghost King's cultivation, she confirmed his words were true and showed not the slightest hesitation.

"Thank you, Adoptive Father. I will surely perform well in Dalaotian 3.1."

The Ghost King nodded in satisfaction, then suddenly looked up at the sky.

"Yue has returned. She made quite a commotion. I must go to the palace to see Your Majesty. I might as well tell him now, so he won't summon me."

"Adoptive Father is going to see the Emperor?" Bai Fanghua was startled.

The Ghost King nodded: "Yes. Cease your Heavenly Fate Cult's activities. Yunwen lacks the talent to rule the realm. If he becomes Emperor, the people will suffer."

"Understood. I will tell my Master," Bai Fanghua said, nodding.