Chapter 1958

Even Duan Zhengchun was deeply worried.

To avoid upsetting Qin Hongmian, he echoed her words and began reciting along with her.

A moment passed.

Duan Zhengchun's face filled with shock; he turned and ran into the room, then reemerged a few breaths later, shouting: "I've recovered! I truly have recovered!"

Not only had his body changed, but even the psychological effects of the Biexie Sword Art had vanished.

Now, when he recalled his earlier desire to make many beauties his sisters, goosebumps rose all over him.

Too disgusting.

Was that overly artificial behavior really something I did?!"

"Hongmian, was what you said before true?" Duan Zhengchun asked.

Dao Baifeng, seeing Duan Zhengchun's recovery, was also stunned.

It was only a single incantation—how could it have restored him so completely?!

If not for the crowd around, she would have tested it right then and there.

Qin Hongmian nodded: "Yes. My current appearance isn't due to any beauty secret—it's the mystery of the divine incantation. Brother Chun, you've also turned back the years."

Duan Zhengchun was startled, reached up, and rubbed his face—and immediately felt a texture unlike anything he'd known before.

When had my skin become this good?

Dao Baifeng looked over and saw dead skin peeling from Duan Zhengchun's face; she glanced at Qin Hongmian, filled with envy.

Duan Yu stood to the side, utterly dumbfounded.

The changes were happening too fast.

Just a moment ago it was a family drama of ethics and relationships—how had it turned into a xianxia tale so suddenly?

Duan Yu asked: "Is it really that miraculous? Could Wanmei truly have encountered a celestial connection?"

His memory was excellent; he had already memorized the Taixuan Divine Incantation and now began reciting it aloud.

A moment passed.

Duan Yu felt immense power surging through his body—he felt overwhelmingly strong. Walking to the pavilion, he pushed with all his strength, and the pavilion trembled violently.

Dao Baifeng, seeing her son's display, was utterly stunned.

"Yu'er has succeeded too!"

Seeing the benefits, Dao Baifeng's eyes widened in awe.

She might not need martial power.

But eternal youth—who could refuse that?

At this point, Duan Zhengchun understood the full story and sighed: "It's my fault—I've failed as a father these past years. Sigh… let this matter end here. By the way, remind Wan'er to visit Dali more often; she'll have her rightful share of Dali's lineage."

Qin Hongmian shook her head: "Wan'er probably won't care anymore."

The group exchanged glances, suddenly understanding.

Indeed, with the cross-realm chat group now connected, how could Mu Wanqing possibly care about the fleeting glory and wealth of the Dali Duan clan?

As they pondered this, a guard arrived and reported: "Prince, there's a letter."

Duan Zhengchun stepped forward to take it, his expression shifting: "It's from Wan'er. She says she's taken Zhong Ling to Jiangnan for a trip."

Qin Hongmian's heart tightened with worry.

The next instant, she realized—now that her daughter had joined the chat group, why should she worry at all?

Meanwhile.

Elsewhere.

Mu Wanqing rode the Black Rose, carrying Zhong Ling, galloping toward Jiangnan.

"Sister Mu, where are we going?!"

"Jiangnan. Then we'll visit other worlds!"

"Other worlds? No! I don't want to die!"

Mu Wanqing sighed: "I already told you—it's the myriad realms. I wouldn't take you to the Underworld!"

Zhong Ling blinked in surprise: "So that was just you making it up?"

"Hmph!"

A cold snort rang out—and the next moment, Zhong Ling felt weightless, wind howling past her ears.

Looking down, she saw the ground rapidly receding; glancing sideways, she saw clouds flashing past in blurs.

In an instant, the two riders had soared to the heavens.

"Wow! Sister Mu can really fly! So everything you said before… is true?"

Zhong Ling's heart trembled; her bright, intelligent eyes widened in disbelief.