Fang Fan suddenly spoke up, causing the two high-ranking Heavenly Officials who had been chatting happily to pause in surprise.
Fang Zheng shrugged helplessly. "Brother Ye, the kid's a bit stubborn. He insists on verifying everything, no matter how tough it gets—won’t stop until he hits a wall. He scrutinizes every detail in his work, so you can trust him with important matters. If that pouch isn’t too valuable, why not let him take a look..."
"Well, well, Old Fang, is that an insult or a compliment?" Ye Wuchen chuckled, pointing at him. "Fine, it’s nothing special anyway. I picked it up in the Void Turbulence. The only thing of value is the drop of heart’s blood on it. If the kid wants to play with it, let him."
With that, he casually flicked the bloodstained pouch toward Fang Fan.
The moment Fang Fan touched it, his heart shuddered violently!
As if guided by some unseen force, an invisible vortex seemed to pull at him!
This feeling was far from unfamiliar—in fact, he knew it all too well. It had started when he ran away from home at the age of three. The first time this mysterious pull guided him, he stumbled upon a lost pure-blooded Qilin!
This was the call of destiny, an opportunity for growth!
His instincts were never wrong!
There was something off about this pouch!
Let me see what’s hidden here that even a big shot like the God of Wealth couldn’t detect...
As the saying goes, a father knows his son best. The moment Fang Fan’s butt twitched, Fang Zheng knew exactly what kind of fart he was about to let out. He immediately joked, "Hey, Brother Ye, if my son actually finds something even you missed, wouldn’t that make you look kinda lame?"
Fang Fan was still too green—eager to prove himself but careless with his words. If he really uncovered something Ye Wuchen had overlooked, wouldn’t that be a slap in the face for the mighty God of Wealth?
That’s why his old man had to step in with some preemptive damage control. By framing it as a joke first, he softened the blow. Whether Fang Fan discovered anything or not, the atmosphere wouldn’t turn awkward.
"Old Fang, seems like you’ve got a lot of faith in your kid, huh?" Ye Wuchen smirked. He wasn’t the same guy who only knew how to lighten the mood anymore. After all these years as the God of Wealth, even if he couldn’t always say the right thing, he sure knew how to read between the lines.
Fang Zheng waved his hand dismissively. "You think I just randomly picked my chat group nickname? This brat nearly got me sacrificed to the heavens—how could he be ordinary?"
Ye Wuchen shook his head with a light laugh. "Speaking of which, the chat group’s been down for over a decade, right? Wonder how the old gang’s doing. If Brother Yi hadn’t forbidden it, I’d have dragged them all here to work..."
Just then—
Whatever Fang Fan had poked at must have hit the right spot, because an overwhelming surge of soul energy erupted from the bloodstained pouch!
Ye Wuchen’s expression changed instantly. He raised a hand to shield Fang Fan, who had already been knocked unconscious, while his God of Wealth robes billowed despite the absence of wind. The vast soul force of a peak True Immortal poured forth, forcibly suppressing the foreign energy back into the pouch!
At the same time, he condensed his soul energy into a spear, ruthlessly thrusting it into the pouch to locate the source of the disturbance. Upon confirming it was a deeply hidden spatial node, he callously pried it open and expanded it!
"Old Fang, this guy’s no pushover. I’ll hold him—you go in and check!"
"Got it!"
Fang Zheng immediately checked on his son first, confirming he was unharmed before tossing him aside and transforming into a streak of light, charging straight into the spatial node!
"Holy shit holy shit holy shit!!!"
"I just took a nap! Where the hell am I now?!"
"Where did this True Immortal come from? Who’s coming in? No, no, don’t come in..."
In a strange, otherworldly space, a pale-faced Daoist screamed in terror.
But it was no use. Most of his primordial spirit was locked in a tug-of-war, forcibly held in place. If not for the fact that this space had been refined by him for years, tightly fused together, he would’ve already been yanked out by that unfamiliar True Immortal!
Even so, the intruder had pried open the entrance and shoved someone inside!
Now, immobilized like a fish on a chopping block, he could only wait for the inevitable...
"Most of the chat group’s functions are locked. Even applying to enter the Exorcism Dungeon requires approval—no time for that..."
"Alas, is this the end for Ye Ancai?"
The Daoist wailed in despair. Sensing a Pseudo-Immortal rapidly approaching his true form, he had no choice but to open the chat group anchor in his consciousness. After a grueling two-and-a-half-second login verification, he finally got in, ready to leave his last words.
[Transmigrators Mutual Aid Group of All Realms – Branch 4]
[Ye Ancai of Yi Country (True Immortal Early Stage, Peak Rank 18, Ye Ancai): Bros and sis, I’m done for. Took a nap, woke up to some unknown True Immortal grabbing me. At least late-stage, definitely hostile. No way I’m escaping... If I survive, Tian Tian, can you grant me one request?]
[Long Mingxin of Star Block (Group Owner, True Immortal Late Stage, Peak Rank 7, Long Mingxin): If this is real, I hope it’s fake. If it’s fake, I hope it’s real!]
[Tian Tian of Phantom Star Fragments (Pseudo-Immortal Late Stage, Combat Power 1.8 Billion, Tian Tian): Tch. Men and their pathetic tricks!]
[Zhao Yu of No Lewding Allowed (Pseudo-Immortal Peak, Peak Rank 35, Zhao Yu): Tian Tian’s mine! Don’t think just because you’re stronger now you can do whatever you want—I’ll surpass you sooner or later!]
[Ye Ancai of Yi Country (True Immortal Early Stage, Peak Rank 18, Ye Ancai): I might fib a little usually, but this time it’s real. He’s here. He sees me. I’M SCREWED!!!!!]
[‘Ye Ancai of Yi Country’ is now offline.]
[Mo Wushuang of Humanity’s Doom (Pseudo-Immortal Late Stage, Combat Power 1.86 Billion, Mo Wushuang): Uh... so is this real or not? Most system functions are under maintenance—no notifications, no way to tell!]
[Tian Tian of Phantom Star Fragments (Pseudo-Immortal Late Stage, Combat Power 1.8 Billion, Tian Tian): Well, since it’s come to this... let’s sing a song. [Your gray avatar will no longer light up... (Audio.MP3)]]
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