“Oh, Uncle Zhang, you don’t need to worry. Master sent us here to gain experience, so even if you help me find a place, I can’t go back just yet,” Yun Wu said.
“Ah, what kind of experience can a little girl like you gain?”
Zhang Renyong couldn’t help but roll his eyes at Yun Wu, then chuckled. “Alright, alright, just stay here for now. This is your home, after all.”
“Thank you, Uncle Zhang. I’ll definitely tell my fellow disciples how kind you’ve been to me.”
“And I’ll make sure they send you lots and lots of gifts. You’ll love them, I’m sure.”
Yun Wu grinned as she spoke.
“Good, good.”
Zhang Renyong laughed heartily.
Though he said that, he didn’t actually care about the so-called gifts. He didn’t think Yun Wu’s fellow disciples could offer him anything worthwhile.
Even if they did have something good, it’d be better for them to keep it for themselves.
His help for Yun Wu came purely from his fondness for her.
Just as the courtyard was filled with laughter, an uninvited group descended upon the skies above the Zhang residence.
Their sharp gazes swept across the entire estate, leaving nothing hidden.
Finally, their eyes settled on Yun Wu.
“A little girl?”
“An Earth Immortal?”
“Are you kidding me?”
The group was collectively speechless.
A dozen envoys had worked together to deduce the situation, and countless experts from the Heavenly Immortal Palace had mobilized, expecting to face a major foe and engage in a fierce battle. Instead, they found a little Earth Immortal girl.
It was like using a celestial artifact to swat a mosquito—utter overkill!
“There must be more to this. The envoys’ deductions can’t be wrong. Even if this girl isn’t the mastermind, she’s definitely connected to it.”
One of the men spoke up, “Let’s just take her back first!”
“Agreed!”
The others nodded in unison, descending upon the Zhang residence in perfect formation.
An overwhelming pressure descended, turning the entire estate into a living hell.
Countless low-level servants collapsed and died on the spot under the crushing weight.
“What’s going on?”
Even Zhang Renyong felt his legs go weak under the pressure, but he instinctively shielded Yun Wu.
He looked up at the sky and saw dozens of men, whose cultivation levels he couldn’t even begin to fathom, descending from above.
“The Heavenly Immortal Palace is conducting official business. Stay out of the way, mortals.”
One of the men spoke with an authoritative voice, his gaze firmly locked on Yun Wu.
“What?”
“The Heavenly Immortal Palace?”
Zhang Renyong’s legs nearly gave out.
For the people of their small town, the Heavenly Immortal Palace existed only in legends. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine dozens of its experts would descend upon his humble residence.
“May I ask, honored sirs, what crime has the Zhang family committed?”
Zhang Renyong stammered, his voice trembling.
“Hand over the little girl in your arms.”
The man’s voice was icy.
“What?”
“Hand over Yun Wu? She’s just a child! What has she done?” Zhang Renyong couldn’t help but ask.
“Enough!”
The man had no patience to explain anything to an ant like Zhang Renyong. With a wave of his hand, he sent Zhang Renyong flying.
Without Zhang Renyong’s protection, the pressure bore down.
Yet, Yun Wu remained completely unaffected. She bared her little fangs, glaring at the intruders with fury.
“How strange. This little girl is completely unfazed by our pressure.”
“Attack together.”
At the leader’s command, the group began forming hand seals in unison.
As immortal energy surged, a massive bell descended from the sky, directly enclosing Yun Wu.
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
