Mortal: I really didn't want to be reborn as Zi Ling!

"clown."

Wu Chou shuddered and quickly lowered his head.

"Let it go this time."

The extremely cold voice was unhurried, as if discussing a trivial matter: "Next time you do something, leave things unfinished, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Wu Chou felt a chill run from his tailbone straight to the top of his head.

He fell to his knees with a thud, his knees hitting the gravel-strewn ground with a dull thud.

"Your Majesty is wise! That cowardly fool has been dealt with personally!"

Wu Chou's voice was fast and urgent, as if he was afraid that if he spoke too slowly, disaster would befall him.

"This disciple lit that fool's soul into a sky lantern. Without three to five hundred years of torment, it would be difficult for him to be completely annihilated! If Ancestor does not believe me, this disciple will take you to see it now—"

That's enough.

Ji Yin interrupted him, her tone tinged with impatience.

Wu Chou immediately shut his mouth, not daring to breathe.

The stone chamber was quiet for a moment.

Ji Yin pondered for a moment.

Although Wu Chou is a bit rash in his work, he doesn't really have many capable people around him right now.

If even he is dealt with, the entire island of Jiyin will likely be unable to find a single capable person to handle the situation.

That's enough, that's enough!

Give him another chance!

We can't refine him too; if his physical body is lost someday, he won't even have a body to possess.

Wu Chou, kneeling on the ground, was drenched in sweat.

The cultivation world values ​​the bond between master and disciple and blood ties, but that doesn't mean that the Extreme Yin Island also values ​​these things.

Disciples are just tools, puppets that can be refined at any time.

While his offspring might be better off, that's only because Wu Chou possesses some talent. If he makes mistakes again and again—

Wu Chou dared not think any further.

"For the next sixty years, do not disturb me again."

The extremely yin voice returned to calm, but that calmness was even more chilling than its previous rage.

"Also, try to find your martial uncle."

Wu Chou suddenly raised his head.

"A hundred years from now, that place will open. The map is in your uncle's hands; we must not let him get away with it."

Wu Chou nodded in agreement.

"Also, the losses on Jiyin Island this time were too great, and we need to find a way to make up for them with spirit stones."

"Yes, yes—"

"Also—find a way to get the Heavenly Thunder Bamboo that the Myriad Sounds Sect has."

Wu Chou's heart skipped a beat.

He didn't understand why the ancestor was so obsessed with that Thunder Bamboo, but he didn't dare to ask any more questions at the moment and could only nod repeatedly.

Ji Yin paused, as if hesitating about something.

He had originally intended to mention the successor of the Extreme Brilliance—that kid who used the Profound Yin Scripture, whom he had finally managed to find a clue on Kui Xing Island. But he swallowed the words back.

The other party has already disappeared. The Chaotic Star Sea is so vast that it would be too difficult for Wu Chou to find them in a short time.

"There's one more thing."

The extremely yin voice suddenly lowered a few decibels.

"If possible, try to catch that little girl."

Wu Chou's pupils suddenly contracted.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say that Jin Kui had already warned him, and that you had promised not to provoke the Miaoyin Sect again, but he found that he couldn't utter a single word.

Ji Yin seemed to know what he was thinking and added, "I don't believe Jin Kui would let go of what she has. But what if he does?"

The voice of the Yin Ancestor became meaningful.

"Even if that thing has fallen into Jin Kui's hands, what if it's not some treasure, but something like a cultivation technique or supernatural power—"

He didn't finish his sentence.

But Wu Chou already understood completely.

If it is a cultivation technique or supernatural power, even if the treasure is taken away, it can still be obtained through soul searching.

"Yes, ma'am."

Wu Chou buried his head deeply, his forehead pressed against the cold ground: "The clown will certainly not fail the old master's trust."

As for Wang Ning...

Wu Chou could only smile bitterly to himself.

Even if he breaks through to the Nascent Soul realm now, he still won't be able to catch the other party if they don't leave Tianxing City.

Unless the Reverse Star Alliance breaches Tianxing City one day.

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Tianxing City, 70th floor.

Dock for flying magical artifacts.

Wang Heng and Zhou Yuan stood at the edge of the square, their eyes fixed on the direction where Zi Ling had disappeared. The sea breeze surged up from below the sea of ​​clouds, causing their robes to flutter loudly.

Zhou Yuan's fingers unconsciously twisted her sleeve. Although Wang Heng appeared calm on the surface, his fists, which he clenched and unclenched from time to time, betrayed his unease.

Elder Jin Kui summoned him.

These words weighed heavily on the hearts of the two elders.

Zhou Yuan, in particular, dared not speculate on the Grand Elder's intentions, yet she couldn't help but think of the worst possible outcome.

Is the matter of Kui Xing Island still unresolved?

Did Miaoyin Sect offend Xinggong in some way?

Has Ning'er's secret been exposed?

Just as she was pacing anxiously back and forth, a slender figure emerged from the corridor.

Zi Ling walked with composure, her face showing no sign of abnormality. She simply held a pure white jade box in her palm with care.

"Ning'er!"

Zhou Yuan rushed forward and pulled her daughter into her arms.

She could feel how fast her heart was beating; the tension that had been building for so long finally eased.

"The Grand Elder—did he give you a hard time?"

Zi Ling shook her head and subtly stepped back half a step from her mother's embrace.

Her gaze swept around—the square was bustling with people, and many Star Palace disciples were parking their magical artifacts or loading and unloading goods. Several curious eyes had already been cast in this direction.

"Father, Mother."

Zi Ling's voice wasn't loud, but it was loud enough for those around her to hear clearly.

"Elder Jin Kui has just formally accepted me as his disciple."

She held the jade box in her hand slightly higher.

"This is a gift from him, as the master, to his disciple."

The moment the words left his mouth, it was as if someone had pressed the pause button on the surroundings.

Wang Heng's smile froze on his face. Zhou Yuan's hand hung in mid-air.

Several Star Palace disciples who were nearby turned their heads at the same time.

Then--

"What?!"

A sharp sound broke the silence.

"Elder Jin Kui—taking on a disciple? A little girl who's only ten years old?"

Three figures emerged from the crowd.

The leader strode up to Zi Ling's family, looked Zi Ling up and down twice, and then sneered.

"Little girl."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undisguised contempt.

"You can eat anything. But you can't say anything carelessly."

He took a step closer, looking down at Zi Ling from his superior position.

"Who is Elder Jin Kui? Even my ancestor personally intervened, but he declined, citing his need to break through to the late Nascent Soul stage in seclusion. How dare you, a mere young girl, claim to be his disciple?"

Zi Ling raised her head and calmly looked at the aggressive young man in front of her.

The other person appeared to be in his early twenties, with a fairly decent appearance, but there was an inescapable arrogance in his eyes.

His robes shimmered with spiritual light, indicating they were of high quality, and the token hanging at his waist showed that he was a core disciple of the Star Palace.

Mmm, the taste is just right!

When you travel through time, how can you not encounter a few people?

Before the other person could finish speaking, another young man stepped forward from behind him.

This man was slightly shorter than the previous one, but had broader shoulders and a somewhat fierce look on his face.

He crossed his arms, tilted his head to look at Zi Ling, and a malicious smile appeared on his lips.

"Brother Zhao is right."

He pointed his thumb behind him and said, "If it weren't for your parents' sake, we would have already taught you a lesson for what you just said."

He paused, his threat growing stronger.

"Take back what you just said. Otherwise, I'll call the patrol and throw you, you little brat, into jail. Then, even your parents won't be able to save face for you."

Hmm~ This one looks more like a villain.

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