Chapter 678: Where Did That Turtle Come From?

My family's Ping'an naturally wouldn't be a soul‑swapped disguise by an old monster!

Xuanqing Daozhang let out a cold hum, his face full of barely concealed delight, and then said, "But you, Feng Dao Friend, when you speak of this child, you claim he is born to follow the Musician Path. I think you still underestimate our Ping'an. How could our Ping'an possibly be limited to only the Musician Path? He has countless heavenly avenues for him to choose!"

Ziyang Palace also has soul‑inspection techniques to see whether one is a proper reincarnation and whether the soul has been swapped. Whether a prestigious orthodox sect or an Evil Cultivator, the deeper the inheritance, the more numerous and profound such techniques become. They worry that their own disciples might have their souls replaced, infiltrating the sect to steal secret inheritances.

He had once learned a soul‑inspection technique in Ziyang Palace, and when doubts arose about Wang Ping'an, he furtively examined him when no one was looking. If he confirmed that Wang Ping'an was not himself but a soul swapped by some old monster, he would seize a chance to kill 'Wang Ping'an', indifferent whether he blamed the Prime Minister's Daughter or took the blame himself.

To say it without exaggeration, those who refuse to reincarnate, fearing that a lifetime of effort will be wasted, or dreading a trip to the Eighteen Levels of Hell, even if they become Ghost Cultivators, are still countless times better than Evil Cultivators who swap others' souls and resurrect through borrowed bodies; people who can do such things are utterly inhumane, lacking any moral bottom line.

For the sake of one's own cultivation, one can do anything.

If Wang Ping'an were to have his soul swapped by an old monster, once his cultivation recovers a bit, it could mean the Wang Family members perishing in the Yellow Springs, even causing a great disaster that would bring ruin to the entire Hutou Gou and, by extension, Qingyang County.

Fortunately.

After his inspection, he found that Wang Ping'an is a proper reincarnated soul, not a soul swapped by an old monster, but rather an old monster in disguise.

Feng Yanrong's inspection result matched his speculation, and from Feng Yanrong's mouth he learned the conclusion he wanted, leaving him unusually delighted. After all, lately Wang Ping'an has become increasingly uncanny; just now, in front of him, he snatched the Jade Flute tucked at Feng Yanrong's waist and, before everyone, played it, clearly the Sad Music he had stolen from a theater troupe.

The Sad Music he played drew him into an illusion; if he hadn't been skilled enough to exit the illusion quickly, he might have become lost in it, unable to extricate himself.

This is nothing a child of only a few months could accomplish; even a born prodigy—no, more precisely, a seed of an Immortal—could not do it. Moreover, he has no right to see an Immortal seed; regarding such born Immortals, he has only heard of them in rumors.

Yet those born Immortals, according to legend, achieve feats even more outrageous than Wang Ping'an's; compared to the legendary born Immortal maidens, Wang Ping'an is not even a fart.

What a pity.

He is short‑sighted; even knowing that Wang Ping'an is an Innate Dao Body, a born Immortal, he watches Wang Ping'an repeatedly display uncanny feats. While delighted, a hint of doubt arises in his heart, suspecting that Wang Ping'an is not himself but a soul swapped and disguised by an old monster.

Even though he once used a special method to examine Wang Ping'an and confirmed the child had no issue, he still cannot help but harbor suspicion, worrying that his own special technique is imperfect, or that there exists a countermeasure against the old monster that swapped Wang Ping'an.

Now, seeing Feng Yanrong employ a different inspection method that likewise confirms Wang Ping'an has no problem, the lingering doubt in his heart is instantly shattered—how could he not be happy?

"Kumu Daozhang, you are now underestimating our Musician Path!"

Feng Yanrong sneered, "Choosing another cultivation path is not a simple matter!"

Understanding the meaning behind Xuanqing Daozhang's words—knowing he referred to Wang Ping'an, a one‑ or two‑year‑old child whose Spirit Power surpasses that of adults by countless multiples—he could indeed pursue other cultivation paths, yet developing on those paths remains too difficult despite this advantage. Before Xuanqing Daozhang could reply, Feng Yanrong rose and walked toward an inconspicuous spot.

"Feng Dao Friend, do you have something you wish to leave for?"

Xuanqing Daozhang watched Feng Yanrong's departing back and asked.

"Kumu Daozhang, before you have agreed and before this child formally joins the Leshan Sect Sect Sect Sect Sect under my tutelage, I will not leave under any circumstances!"

Feng Yanrong halted, turned her head toward Xuanqing Daozhang, though her gaze lingered somewhat on Wang Ping'an lying nearby. Though not her first sight of him, seeing Wang Ping'an again still sparked a fervent look in her eyes. Before Xuanqing Daozhang could speak, she continued:

"As for where I'm going, Kumu Daozhang, aren't you aware?"

"Feng Dao Friend, getting this child to study at Leshan Sect Sect Sect Sect with you is still difficult; even if I consent, the child's mother would not agree!"

Xuanqing Daozhang watched Feng Yanrong turn and depart again, offering no answer to her question, but stared as she reached an inconspicuous spot and pulled out a humanoid turtle head. Whether it was dead or…

"Feng Dao Friend, this turtle demon—could it have been lured by you?"

Seeing the turtle demon that Feng Yanrong carried, countless conjectures flooded his mind; he doubted that this turtle demon was a subordinate of the Liang Shui He River God, coming this time to confront him, seeking revenge for Zhu Xing. This made him particularly concerned about the relationship between the Zhu Clan and the Liang Shui He River God.

Perhaps.

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The Zhu Clan's maiden, under the Liang Shui He River God, is more favored than he imagined!

"Kumu Daozhang, is this turtle demon coming for me or for you? When it awakens, just ask it and you'll know."

Feng Yanrong smiled, her pretty face full of a teasing grin; the moment she first saw this turtle demon, she knew it was headed for Xuanqing Daozhang, because she had learned clearly from that constable that the Zhu Clan's dominance in Xiang Xian was…

The turtle demon is very likely a creature of Liang Shui He, it could not have appeared without cause.

Not long ago.

Only recently had Xuanqing Daozhang clashed with Zhu Xing, when a subordinate of the Liang Shui He River God ran to Kumu Guan; to say it wasn't headed…

(End of Chapter)