I've already become an immortal lord, and only now is the spiritual energy reviving?

Chapter 98, each section more sinister than the last.

Something's not right...

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Zhu Ming frowned and crushed the beans with his fingers.

Although Situ Mu had some spoiled and arrogant habits, his profound imperial aura was undeniable, and his mid-Foundation Establishment cultivation was genuine.

Would such a person be blinded by so-called "beauty" and "dowry"?

Just as he was pondering whether to follow them to find out what was going on, or to return to Qinglu Mountain to report the time first.

Deep within his sea of ​​consciousness, the purple-gold official seal of the [Winged Fire Division - Proclaiming Might Spirit Official], representing a divine position, suddenly trembled.

A voice descended from the heavens: "The hidden dragon is stirring; surely evil spirits are at work."

"Now that we've entered this situation, we'll treat him as our own son and follow him there."

"Firstly, to explore the secrets behind the royal family's fortune; secondly, to take this opportunity to further cultivate a karmic relationship with the He family, this local power."

"Remember, do not strive for fame, but for substance."

The sound faded away.

"I will obey the True Lord's decree!"

Zhu Ming bowed deeply in his heart.

As expected, the master has been watching this world all along!

Since the adults have spoken...

Even if there's a fiery pit waiting to devour him, Zhu Ming will still jump in to see if the fire is hot enough!

Zhu Ming stood up, casually tossed down a piece of silver, strode out of the restaurant, and went into a shop next door that sold Buddhist robes.

Fifteen minutes later.

The shop's curtain was lifted, and a tall, spirited young Taoist priest walked out.

He looked to be no more than twenty-five or twenty-six years old. He had lost the majesty of the priest's robes and gained a more carefree and unrestrained air, like someone who had wandered the world.

"Hiss...whose young master is this?"

"What a handsome Daoist! Judging by his bearing, he must be a disciple of some immortal sect!"

Passersby on both sides of the street turned their heads to look, and several female cultivators passing by couldn't help but turn around frequently, their cheeks flushed.

Zhu Ming glanced at the face formed by the divine power of incense offerings and stroked his beardless chin with satisfaction.

"I wasn't this spirited when I was young."

"The shaping of the divine is truly mysterious."

He chuckled softly, his feet barely touching the ground as he blended into the crowd heading towards the martial arts arena.

Since this is a selection of a son-in-law, let the people of Blackwater City know what a true "divine figure" is!

A rented room in Shanghai.

Qingyuan stared at the fiery red figure on the screen, his back view incredibly flamboyant, and he even forgot to chew his potato chips.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

"I never imagined Zhu Ming was so good-looking in his youth!"

This ability to "rejuvenate" through disguise, combined with his priestly demeanor, would easily earn him the center position in today's talent show.

Sending Zhu Ming to cause trouble was a decision he made after careful consideration.

The mystery surrounding Situ Mu's "Great Liao Dynasty Fate" is too heavy; it's difficult to find any flaws without close observation.

Moreover, although the He family, as the leading family in Blackwater City, had cooperated with Yang Danhe before, it was more of an exchange of interests, and their foundation was unstable.

If this "son-in-law selection" ceremony can plant an even more significant seed...

"Whether it's figuring out Situ Mu's background or trying to sow discord within the He family, this move has been successful."

Qingyuan withdrew his gaze from Zhu Ming.

At this moment, his attention was more focused on the other protagonist of the event.

The patriarch of the He family was He Fengchao.

The scene penetrates through layers of buildings, reaching deep into the heavily guarded old mansion of the He family.

"Those who offer unsolicited favors are either treacherous or thieves."

"Why is the He family holding this 'throwing a bridal bouquet' ceremony at this crucial juncture? If there's nothing fishy going on, I'll eat my computer screen."

He had already experienced the old man's cunning through Yang Danhe's perspective.

He appears to be indifferent to worldly affairs and drifts along with the tide.

Actually?

That's a classic case of "the barking dog doesn't bite".

No sooner had the Wang family patriarch run into trouble than he dared to defy the world and frantically devour the Wang family's assets.

Now they're pulling this "casting a wide net" stunt again, do they really think they're doing charity?

"Is it to spend a fortune on a horse's bones? Or is it to quickly expand combat power to defend against the Sword Gate?"

"There's a major logical flaw here."

"If the goal is simply to attract talent, why push your own granddaughter into it?"

"Wouldn't it be more direct and safer to simply offer high prices to recruit retainers?"

"Choosing a bunch of rootless rogue cultivators... unless, this isn't a son-in-law selection at all."

Instead, it's about choosing...

A special kind of "material".

"That old schemer's plan is pretty shrewd."

Qingyuan sneered.

No matter how much you scheme, once you're looked at from my God's-eye view, you're just a clown without clothes.

"Perspective shift, lock onto He Fengchao!"

Blackwater City, the ancestral home of the He family, a forbidden area.

This is a natural karst cave located hundreds of meters underground.

A thick layer of frost had formed on the surrounding rock walls, emanating a bone-chilling cold.

The air was heavy, as if every breath was filled with ice crystals, not air.

The Taoist priest, dressed in gray, was hunched over and leaned on a black dragon-headed cane of unknown material.

He walked very slowly.

With each step, the ice melted silently, revealing the dark rocks below.

We walked to the center of the cave.

There was a deep pool of water that occupied most of the land.

The water was as black as ink, without a ripple, and its depths were unfathomable.

This is the foundation of the He family.

【Fengyin Huayu Pool】.

It is also the source of He Fengchao's magical power.

He Fengchao stood by the pool and watched quietly for a while.

"well..

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A long sigh, filled with indescribable desolation.

"Girl, time... is running out."

He raised his dragon-headed cane and tapped it lightly on the ground.

"Thump!"

Whoosh!

The calm water surface exploded.

A colossal object slowly rose, accompanied by the churning waters of the pool.

A giant tortoise the size of a house.

It's too old.

So old that even his tiny, beady eyes were filled with a murky, lifeless aura.

On its broad carapace lay a crystal-clear, chilling ice coffin!

He Fengchao's gaze never left the ice coffin from the moment it appeared.

His eyes were filled with obsession, pain, and a twisted expectation.

He tremblingly stretched out his hand and waved it in the air.

"rise."

The ice coffin detached from the tortoise's back and drifted down onto a flat black rock on the shore.

He Fengchao threw away his cane and rushed to the ice coffin.

"Squeak!"

He carefully pushed open the coffin lid.

The cold mist surged, but did not dissipate, swirling around the coffin like a veil of clouds.

Through the thin mist.

You can clearly see a woman dressed in a light blue palace dress lying inside.

The woman was extremely beautiful.

Her eyebrows were like distant mountains shrouded in mist, and her skin was like solidified white jade.

But that white was too pale, without a trace of blood.

She placed her hands on her abdomen, her expression serene.

"Jianji...

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He Fengchao's voice trembled, becoming hoarse and shrill.

This is her name, taken from the ancient book "The Book of Songs" (诗经), specifically the line "The reeds are green, the dew is white as frost."

It symbolizes unfulfilled desires, and also symbolizes... being on the other side of the water.

"Grandpa is here. You've suffered these past few days."

"The cold poison has penetrated to the bone. Even if you soak in this Xuan Yin Pool, you can't suppress the damned backlash, right?"

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No one answered him.

The only sound was the dripping of water from the cave ceiling.

"Don't be afraid."

He Fengchao took a deep breath: "Grandpa has already made the arrangements."

"The Wang family's useless things have been disposed of, which has freed up space for us and also brought us resources."

"It's right outside; all the city's young talents are there."

He Fengchao chuckled, his laughter sinister: "As long as we find one... even just one, a medicinal ingredient with exceptional talent and a special constitution..."

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"Grandpa, you'll be able to take it one step further! And your health will recover!"

"Eek..."

'

Perhaps it was because it heard a familiar voice, or perhaps it sensed the outside world after the ice coffin was opened.

The woman in the ice coffin.

Her eyelashes suddenly trembled.

Then.

Slowly opened her eyes.

The unfocused pupils moved, eventually settling on He Fengchao's old face, which was both familiar and unfamiliar.

Two lines of clear tears silently slid down from the corners of her eyes.

On the cold cheek, two glistening ice beads instantly froze.

It rolled to the bottom of the coffin, making two soft "thud" sounds.

She didn't get up, not even a finger.

She merely moved her bloodless lips.

A mournful voice, chilling to the bone, echoed eerily in the deathly silent cave: "Ancestor..."

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"Are you... going to choose a son-in-law for me again?"