Chapter 478: Master

As Zhang Shijie and Yuan Laotou entered seclusion, strange phenomena simultaneously manifested, leaving Zheng Fa both astonished and delighted.

Not to mention, as Yuan Shijie had said, the two now in seclusion were his Master and his Dao companion—his closest kin—and naturally, he cared deeply.

Moreover, whether these two succeeded in Soul Transformation directly affected his own path to Soul Transformation:

He had formed his Nascent Soul nearly ten years ago; even amid countless duties, his cultivation base had steadily advanced thanks to the selfless dedication of the Nine Mountains Ancestor, who constantly scolded him.

Lin Lili gave Wan Qi the precise location, and Wan Qi repeated it back perfectly.

She wanted her mother to see what kind of man Da Yifu really was; since Da Yi was sent home and Zheng Tao began visiting her daily at the hospital, her mother’s attitude had gradually softened—she now believed they should preserve the family as much as possible, and once Zheng Tao married, after the demolition, Da Yi could live with them.

In truth, this was Yuan Shuo’s first time entering the Jinlin Garden’s interior; although he knew Wan Qi’s room layout inside and out—even every corner, as Mao Tom had sent him photos of each one.

Jinxiu Yuan, though elegantly named, was merely a fabric shop; because it was larger than ordinary clothing stores in Yenmen Commandery, it drew many customers, and its owner was Li Chao’s lawful wife, Li Jiaoe.

Before she could finish speaking, Qiao Chu, who had already gotten out of bed, suddenly collapsed onto the floor.

“I’m not the Grand General’s son at all!” Xu Lingyang’s heart ached; he wept uncontrollably. “Big brother, I’m not Father’s biological son—I was adopted from outside.” He clung to Ning Fei’s waist, sobbing uncontrollably.

The entrance to the Imperial Examination Hall was already packed with people. A Jiu turned to Ning Shi and An Huiru, bowed deeply, and said, “Auntie, Lady An, please return home. Be careful on the road—I’m going in.” Then he instructed Taohua, “Watch the house. Don’t misbehave.” Only then did he turn and walk inside.

“Your foolish son overheard Liu Yiniang’s conversation with your second son, learned he isn’t Liu Yiniang’s biological child, and now thinks he isn’t yours either—he’s locked himself in his room, heartbroken. Aren’t you going to check on him?” Ning Fei crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow.

Qiao Zhixuan noticed this Wu investor because she observed that, all evening long, his gaze never left Qiao Chu.

The King of Hell—Chi Jian knew this was a deity from ancient Earth’s Western nations, ruler of hell and death, embodiment of darkness, and one of the supreme gods.

“Could the Heavenly Emperor Ji Wu Ming truly exist?” Yan Wuya stared at the Heavenly Emperor’s fading, ethereal shadow in the sky, his heart surging with shock.

“Master Wei Zhuang, shall we act now?” a male elf asked, his voice tinged with nervousness.

Now they could only tighten control and restrict certain Sword Killers, refusing to issue orders to eliminate all Killers, fearing they might anger the terrifying Master of the Killing Sword and provoke the one person they must never offend.

“How could this happen? Why does the enemy always know our marching direction?” Cao Cao roared, his voice thick with grief and resentment.

After leaving Li Chang’s residence, Wang Dafu was dazed, endlessly pondering what exactly “an unsettled heart” meant—he nearly missed the system announcement.

Xia Fei had no intention of pressuring Feng Xinzǐ too hard; as long as he was willing to accompany him to the Law Realm, that would suffice. Now was the time to recruit talent—pushing too hard would make him seem petty.

Chu Jiujiu gripped the Heaven-Defying Halberd, its tip slanted toward the ground; a dazzling radiance erupted from his crown, dominating the nine heavens, stirring the starry river, shaking the ages.

In the end, Cao Ren inexplicably developed a faint feeling—he wished to die here rather than journey to Wa Country. Though the thought seemed absurd upon reflection, it grew stronger and stronger, so intense that even he was startled.