Chapter 984

Xiang Weiyuan remained expressionless, trying to withdraw his hand, but the Sixth Princess suddenly retracted her arm, clamping his hand between hers, then hugged her chest and screamed: “No!”

She screamed in a sweet, high-pitched voice.

At the tip of his fingers, Xiang Weiyuan felt heavy pressure; his internal organs visibly trembled, and blood droplets began oozing from the surfaces of many organs—this was clearly a sign that he had entered the Second Tone!

But Xiang Weiyuan had no time to wonder whether the Sixth Princess had entered the Second Tone in one and a half hours or two; he slowly turned his head and saw Zhang Sheng standing at the study door, smirking.

Xiang Weiyuan didn’t need to extend his spiritual sense; his eyes automatically drew a breath from the Pure Land of Bliss, piercing the disguise to reveal Xuan Yue Zhenjun, and those blazing eyes. As for the recording orb tucked in the Ancestor’s sleeve…

Xuan Yue Zhenjun’s entire body stiffened, then muttered to himself: “He can’t see me, he can’t see me…”

But his old face slowly grew warm.

Xiang Weiyuan tugged his hand, but his fingertips twitched, slammed again by internal organs; now every organ’s surface was coated in fine blood droplets, beginning the process of renewal.

This soft, cuddly little kitten was actually a rare body-cultivation genius? How had she shown not a single trace of body cultivation over all these years?

The Sixth Princess didn’t scream this time; she turned to look at Zhang Sheng too, and refused to let go of Xiang Weiyuan’s hand.

Xiang Weiyuan sighed, opened his mouth to speak, but Zhang Sheng spoke at the same time; both said: “Let me explain…”

Xiang Weiyuan quickly corrected himself:

“It’s not what it looks like…” x2

Zhang Sheng said the exact same phrase simultaneously, every word perfectly synchronized, tone and inflection identical—as if they’d rehearsed it dozens of times.

Xiang Weiyuan fell silent. The Sixth Princess finally released his hand and shrank behind him. Xiang Weiyuan, expressionless, grabbed her nape and pulled her out, placing her in front of him.

The Sixth Princess was flustered, bowed to Zhang Sheng, and said: “Your servant greets you, Sister!”

Your servant? What servant? Xiang Weiyuan, self-proclaimed master of cunning, was utterly baffled. The Sixth Princess’s moves were as unpredictable as her claws.

Zhang Sheng entered the room, sat down in Xiang Weiyuan’s seat, and asked: “What talents do you have?”

The Sixth Princess was stunned.

Xuan Yue Zhenjun hastily pulled out two more recording orbs and tossed them into opposite corners of the room. Xiang Weiyuan’s fingers twitched, ready to retrieve them—but suddenly, two points of Dao fire ignited at his fingertips, forcing him to recoil. In direct confrontation with Xuan Yue Zhenjun, Xiang Weiyuan was utterly defeated.

Zhang Sheng sat calmly, waiting for an answer, as if willing to wait until the end of time.

The Sixth Princess snapped back to herself, glanced at Xiang Weiyuan, then said: “I have talent—I can give birth to eight at a time.”

Xuan Yue Zhenjun’s spirits soared: Finally, his disciple’s disciple met a worthy opponent—otherwise, her invincible heart would have nothing to polish.

For the first time since attaining his Dharma Form, Zhang Sheng realized that banter actually required thought.

The Sixth Princess looked again at Xiang Weiyuan and added: “We agreed originally—the first three go to him, the rest are mine. Since Sister’s here, I’ll give you three too—consider it a rebate.”

Among the world’s Sword Tombs, the young Daoist claimed he was unskilled in this business and refused to think. The old Daoist’s eyes flickered open, and he began to ponder.

Xuan Yue Zhenjun also pondered: When had they agreed? Clearly, he had neglected his disciples far too much—he needed to reflect. Since the construction of Tianqing Hall, the wall-gazing chamber had never been used.

Zhang Sheng beckoned Xiang Weiyuan over, saying: “Stand straight, turn around, take it off… What happened to this wound? Did you go hunting?”

Xiang Weiyuan sighed: “Someone above is interfering—no matter what, it won’t heal!”

The Sixth Princess looked confused: “I only have talent—I have no magical abilities.”

The claw marks on Xiang Weiyuan’s buttocks suddenly healed on their own, leaving only a few tiny blood droplets. Zhang Sheng measured them with his fingers and found the spacing nearly identical to his own fingertip distance.

Xuan Yue Zhenjun pondered, then deleted a segment from his recording orb.

Zhang Sheng said: “I originally planned to beat you until your heart-mind cleared—but now, even if I beat you, it won’t help. What should I do?”

Amid the bustle of mortal life, countless unloved dragons and phoenixes surged to offer their advice.

Amid the bustle of mortal life, many unloved prodigies yearned to direct the course of the world.