Chapter 576

One day, he may yet break through to the Primordial Spirit realm and stand equal to his opponent!

Thinking of this, Yuwen Cheng's heart instantly calmed.

At that moment, Zhang Long looked toward Yuwen Feng and respectfully asked, "Then how should we now deal with this neighbor?"

A powerful figure suspected to be in the Primordial Spirit realm lurks in the shadows, ready to strike at any moment.

And once he strikes, no one in Great Qin can stop him!

It truly is: whoever he wants dead, dies!

Under this oppressive environment filled with suffocating pressure.

Even he, this True Lord of Ten Thousand Forms, could not help but feel a touch of dread.

Yuwen Feng waved his hand: "This matter is not difficult to resolve."

"I have observed that this Jiang clan chief spends most of his time secluding himself in Cangwu Mountain, rarely appearing before the world."

"In the past few months, his few interventions were all because foolish insects, seeking their own doom, provoked the Cangwu Jiang family—prompting this fiercely protective Jiang clan chief to annihilate their clans and lineages..."

"Thus, if we do not disturb his cultivation, harm the Cangwu Jiang family's interests, or harm their younger members, we may rest easy and live in peace."

"But now, our top priority is still to seize this cave heaven's small world as soon as possible."

"If others discover it and report it to the Yuehua Imperial Dynasty, all opportunities will slip from my grasp!"

Here, Yuwen Feng paused briefly.

He looked at Zhang Long and ordered, "Remember, during my absence, do not allow the National Master's Mansion or your fellow disciples to recklessly provoke the Cangwu Jiang family."

"Additionally, send gifts to Cangwu Mountain to show goodwill, indicate no hostile intent, and express desire for friendship."

Zhang Long bowed his head and clasped his hands: "Yes, Master!"

Yuwen Feng nodded slightly: "Then go to the Wang Gong and inform the King that I must enter seclusion for a time; if urgent matters arise, consult you directly."

Zhang Long knew his master's whereabouts were secretly watched by many factions.

So he would never be foolish enough to reveal his master's movements.

Using the excuse of seclusion to silence gossip was a good tactic.

Thinking of this, Zhang Long replied: "Understood, I'll inform the King right away!"

The moment he finished speaking.

Zhang Long's figure flashed and vanished instantly from his spot.

At this moment, only two remained in the room.

Yuwen Feng looked at his son and said softly: "The cave heaven's small world cannot be allowed to fail. To avoid arousing suspicion, Cheng'er, during my absence, I entrust you to hold the fort here."

In an instant, spiritual energy surged.

Yuwen Feng's appearance and physique rapidly changed, gradually becoming nearly identical to Yuwen Cheng's!

Their eyes met.

Yuwen Cheng's eyes revealed understanding—he instantly grasped it.

He clasped his hands: "I understand. While you're away, I'll take charge here!"

Yuwen Feng smiled, then swept his hand—vast spiritual energy erupted, engulfing Yuwen Cheng entirely.

When the spiritual power dispersed, Yuwen Cheng's appearance had transformed completely—he had aged from youth to middle age, now indistinguishable from Yuwen Feng himself!

After performing the secret technique and completing the identity swap.

For safety, Yuwen Feng left behind a trace of his aura, embedded within Yuwen Cheng's body, masking his true cultivation to the Ninth Layer of the Ten Thousand Forms realm.

As long as he does not fight, no one will detect any anomaly!

Then, Yuwen Cheng imitated his father's posture, seated on the meditation cushion, pretending to begin deep cultivation.

Seeing this, Yuwen Feng finally relaxed.

Now, he could use his son's identity to evade the gaze of other ancient monsters, reduce scrutiny on himself, and prevent exposure of the cave heaven's small world.

Traveling to the Northern Caves would now seem entirely reasonable—no one would suspect a thing!

The third day.

Morning.

A black-robed man with a scar across his face gazed up at the city before him—Cangwu City.

After a few glances, he shifted his gaze to the crowded, ceaseless stream of cultivators at the city gate.

Listening to the surrounding clamor.

Jiang Han's lips curled into a faint smile: "Cangwu City? Indeed magnificent."

"This journey away from home has truly caused me to miss much..."

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PS: (The fan group is on the author's homepage—welcome everyone to join!)

Today's attempt to restore 4000 characters failed; temporarily only 2000.

(Once fully recovered and after some rest, I'll begin massive updates in early September, making up all missed chapters plus extra ones—I've kept track, don't worry I'll forget...)

Also, some may not know the situation and are unaware that people still get infected with Yang.

This has caused some to doubt my current condition...

So today I bought a box of test strips and took a selfie with my computer screen to prove it.

My infrequent or single updates are not due to laziness, but because I lack the strength.

Today is day three of my second Yang infection—the fever has fully broken, but my head still aches, my throat is dry and sore, I'm weak all over, sweating profusely, my appetite has dropped, and I suffer from insomnia.

It will likely take several more days to fully turn negative...

So here, Cat9, with personal experience, reminds everyone: be careful when going out—Yang hasn't vanished completely; in places you don't know, people are still getting second or even third infections...

Finally, wish everyone good health and all the best! (And yes, wish me a speedy recovery hhh)