Wu Tian muttered with a puzzled look, "Master, what do you mean?"
"Let me control the body for a while. There are others I might not trust, but this woman... I can. I know her too well."
The old man said with a laugh.
Hearing this, Wu Tian gave a slight nod.
"You! How do you know my master's name? Just who are you?"
The woman in the JK uniform stared coldly at Wu Tian.
"Master? Old man, you're lying to me again! This woman looks only seventeen or eighteen. You said you died over twenty years ago. How could you have a disciple like her?"
Wu Tian cursed inwardly.
"She's from a different race. By the timeline, she's around forty now, but in terms of lifespan, that's equivalent to a human in their twenties."
As soon as Li Poshan finished speaking, he took control of Wu Tian's body.
Wu Tian's voice now became old and hoarse, "Shi Fumeng, you dare call me 'you'?"
The woman before him, hearing this familiar voice, widened her eyes in shock, "You... just who are you?"
"The Indestructible Soul Transfer Art. I mentioned it to you once. You haven't forgotten, have you?"
Li Poshan's voice continued.
"This... could it be... Master, is it really you?"
By now, Shi Fumeng's eyes were already glistening with tears.
"Correct. I sealed my remnant body and transferred it into this ring. Later, it fell into this kid's hands, and he successfully roused me from my slumber."
Li Poshan went on, "This kid has extraordinary talent. Consider him your junior brother. You must assist him well from now on. His potential far exceeds your imagination."
"Mr. Li, is it really you? I never thought you were still alive."
Lei Ao nearby also looked excited.
"I can't be considered truly alive now. I've merely stabilized my remnant form. I'm no different from a living corpse."
Li Poshan paused, "Better let this kid talk. This state consumes too much of my essence."
After speaking, Wu Tian's body swayed slightly. He then slapped his own face and regained control.
He smiled at Shi Fumeng, "Senior Sister, in simple terms, our master is dead, but his soul remains. He can only maintain this state."
Shi Fumeng nodded faintly, "Is there any way to revive Master?"
"None. At least, Master doesn't know of any. But I've promised him I'll keep growing stronger. When I reach a certain level of power, perhaps there will be a way to bring him back."
Wu Tian eyed Shi Fumeng with a grin. This woman was truly beautiful.
And the old man said she should assist him from now on. Did that mean she had to do whatever he said?
It seemed his luck had really turned.
These two before him were likely both experts, and Master had done them favors.
In other words, he, a guy who had nothing, had instantly gained a faction of his own.
"By the way, how did you two end up together? Master is quite curious."
Wu Tian suddenly asked, looking at both of them.
"Brother Lei Ao and his tribe, the Pierced-Chest Clan, have been living in these ruins for over a decade. But a few days ago, they were discovered by the Cleaners."
Shi Fumeng explained from the side, "To eliminate the threat, he pursued the Cleaners outside the ruins and fought them yesterday."
"Fought outside? That's a slap in the face to the Cleaners. No wonder there are so many experts here."
Hearing this, Wu Tian couldn't help but shake his head.
"There was no other choice. It's just a pity my strength still isn't enough. Two of them got away. So I contacted Sister Fumeng overnight to come and help me."
Lei Ao added.
"My master says, if you'll listen to him, you should run now, before the other experts arrive."
Wu Tian said to them.
"Mr. Li, I'd love to leave. I really have no choice now. You're my savior, so I can tell you this: deep within the ruins grows a divine herb. It's on the verge of ripening. How can I leave?"
Lei Ao shook his head slightly.
"Divine herb? What kind?"
Wu Tian's eyes narrowed instantly.
"Soul-Replenishing Fruit."
Lei Ao looked at Wu Tian, "I assume Mr. Li knows of it?"
"Soul-Replenishing Fruit, extremely rare. This divine herb can replenish one's spiritual energy. Among all natural treasures and divine herbs, those that enhance spiritual energy are exceedingly few. Each one is immensely precious."
Li Poshan's voice sounded in Wu Tian's ear, "The fruit is silver when unripe, turning completely gold when fully mature. If there's any silver left, even a single spot, the efficacy drops by nearly half."
Hearing this, Wu Tian began to ponder inwardly.
"Kid, find a way to get that Soul-Replenishing Fruit. I know Shi Fumeng; she doesn't care about Lei Ao's life. Her goal is the fruit too."
Li Poshan's voice came again, "She's very scheming, puts profit above all else. But she still respects me. And I have a way to make her willingly hand the treasure over to you."
Wu Tian nodded secretly in response.
"Mr. Li, do you have any ideas?"
Lei Ao asked Wu Tian.
Wu Tian smiled and spread his hands, "Are there any defensive formations in these ruins?"
"Yes, but I don't understand formations."
Lei Ao shook his head.
"Take me there now. My master might be able to activate the formations here. If we can use them, we might be able to stall those people."
Wu Tian said with a smile.
"Good! Please follow me."
A flicker of hope rose in Lei Ao's heart, and he immediately turned to lead the way.
Shi Fumeng walked beside Wu Tian as they headed deeper.
Wu Tian suddenly whispered, "Senior Sister, Master asked me to tell you: earlier, there was a young man with a Heaven-grade cultivation technique. He didn't look very old, just at that age to be a devoted follower. You might have a way to get it from him."
"What? Heaven-grade?"
Shi Fumeng was startled at first, then covered her mouth with a light laugh, "It really is Master, knowing me so well. Quickly, tell me what he looks like."
...
Xu Mu and the others continued deeper. Not long after, they encountered the old man from the Tianxuan Sect again, along with another young man.
"Senior Sister, are you alright?"
The young man opposite asked anxiously.
"I'm fine."
Wei Yinyun bid farewell to Xu Mu's group and walked back over to them.
Xu Mu was surprised inwardly. This little potato was a senior sister?
...
In the blink of an eye, another half hour passed.
Xu Mu took out his phone to check. Over an hour had passed since entering the ruins.
Surely many more experts had already entered the ruins by now.
Just then, the entire ruins began to tremble slightly.
Xu Mu immediately crouched, placing a hand on the ground.
"Brother Mu, is it a formation?"
Chen Xuan asked in a low voice.
Xu Mu nodded gravely, "Correct. The ruins' defensive formation has been activated."
"Activating it only now... could it be they wanted people to come in?"
Jiang Huihui asked from the side.
"Possibly. We must be extra careful this time."
As Xu Mu spoke, his perception suddenly picked up a woman in a JK uniform.
It was Shi Fumeng.
She was running quickly towards Xu Mu's direction, with a full four members of the Pierced-Chest Clan chasing closely behind her.
In an instant, she appeared before Xu Mu and the others.
"Big brother, save me!"
Shi Fumeng cried out to Xu Mu's group.
"Brother Mu, go for it!"
Chen Xuan held the machete and glanced at Xu Mu beside him.
Xu Mu gave a slight nod.
Chen Xuan's luck with women was simply too potent; Xu Mu felt that sticking with him meant a constant stream of women would cross his path.
The Guanxiong tribe members in the distance, upon seeing Xu Mu and Chen Xuan, halted their pursuit and quickly retreated.
Xu Mu was somewhat surprised; their sense for danger was quite sharp.
"Thank you both for your help, handsome gentlemen. My name is Shi Fumeng. If I hadn't run into you, I might have been in real danger."
Shi Fumeng repeatedly bowed to Xu Mu and Chen Xuan, her expression full of sincerity.

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Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"

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