At this moment, Yue Dewen, with drunken eyes hazy, gazes at the bright moon in the sky while swaying and singing a song mixed with drama.

He wears a beaming smile, but inexplicably, that sense of loneliness that has lingered in his heart for many years emerges once again, like a shadow following him.

He thinks of his first dream lover, who, as she died in his arms, tremblingly grasped his hand and said, Yue Dewen, you bastard, why didn’t you come looking for her earlier.

He thinks of his second dream lover, with cold eyebrows furrowed, standing by the white jade railing of the royal palace, scolding him that if he didn’t dare to snatch the marriage, she would curse him to have sons without *assholes, then turned and strode away.

He thinks of his third dream lover….

Fourth….

Fifth…..

…

….

Until the last one.

Well, he can’t remember how many there have been.

Anyway, at this very moment, he thinks of many people. They gather like a cluster of flowers, forming an enchanting picture in his mind.

In the end, that picture becomes the only face he never got to have.

What a pity…

“What a pity, those are all things of the past.”

Lately, he has increasingly felt his spirit faltering.

Ever since his last visit to the Jade Void Palace, after entrusting everything to that crazy woman, his sect uncle, he has let go of a lot in his heart. Indulging in food and drink every day, various pleasures and pastimes, he’s been quite happy.

The current changes in his body were within his expectations.

This is the destined order of the universe, irresistible.

‘With my final efforts exchanged for the true rise and glory of our sect, it should be enough. When the time comes, I’ll pave the way for that lad Qiankun, support him a bit, and that should do it.’

Previously, he was worried that there would be no successors, relying solely on the crazy woman, his sect uncle, would probably not be enough.

But now, with the appearance of Daoist Zhang Ying, his last concern has been alleviated.

‘The situation in the Great Capital has been a bit chaotic lately. When Old Dou returns, I’ll find someone to temporarily take over and go back home to rest. This time, I’ll also take the opportunity to properly educate Xiaozhi.’

Contemplating this, he staggered forward leisurely, like a well-to-do gentleman with no worries.

He had no idea at all that there was a large net secretly spreading, and this time it was not aimed at Zhang Ying and the Great Dao Teaching, but at him.

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A pitch-black sparrow hawk swooped down with spread wings.

Quickly, it landed lightly in the depths of the Jade Void Palace, perching on a falconer’s arm.

The falconer swiftly stuffed a piece of meat into its beak, deftly removing a large bamboo tube from the sparrow hawk’s leg.

Without unsealing it, he promptly delivered the bamboo tube to a small house in the woods nearby.

Inside the small house, five mysterious individuals dressed in black from head to toe, wearing silver masks concealing their faces, deftly opened the bamboo tube, pouring out a pile of intelligence scrolls.

The group then began to sift through them, organizing brief summaries.

The intelligence here all had summaries and importance level markings on the surface.

As time passed, suddenly one person paused in their actions.

“Wait, this is!?” His eyes widened suddenly. After carefully rereading the introduction content to confirm he hadn’t made a mistake, he swiftly sealed it back. Checking the remaining related ones one by one.

“Indeed….” This time, the intelligence consolidated into one piece of information. It was about the true identity of that Spirit General, Daoist Zhang Ying from the Celestial Treasure Palace….

This person’s gaze turned solemn as he quickly sealed all these intelligence pieces together. He then wrapped them into a scroll with pale yellow parchment and stood up to take it outside.

The scroll was left unopened as it made its way along the intelligence route within the Jade Void Palace, quickly arriving at the Lingxiao Palace.

Inside the pure white palace.

Jin Yuyan lay on her back on the floor in the center of the great hall, not wearing clothes.

Her long black hair draped like a flowing tassel over her important parts, while the brilliant sunlight streamed through gold beads, perfectly enveloping her.

“Palace Master.” A clear, cold female voice came from the doorway.

“I have the information and intelligence about Daoist Zhang Ying you requested.”

At the entrance, a tall woman with a cold demeanor, her expression serious, in a blue off-shoulder embroidered dress, held the intelligence scroll that was just delivered.

“Ah, Xiaoyi…. Just place it on the table over there.”

Jin Yuyan slowly rose from the floor, kneeling and stretching her body.

“How is that new little fellow? How’s the performance?”

“It’s okay. The specific information is all concentrated here; I haven’t opened it yet.” The blue-dress woman called Xiaoyi replied.

“To be honest, Yue Dewen claims his talent is astonishing, may someday attain divine status and become a Spirit General, but that’s just a possibility. In terms of cultivation in literature, none of us can match Xiaoyue. Who knows if what he said is true or false?”

Jin Yuyan lazily tidied her long hair, not particularly concerned about Zhang Ying.

At that time, she was somewhat interested because the person’s physique seemed somewhat unusual.

But afterward, it was just that.

After all, no matter what kind of physique, it cannot be compared to Spiritual Veins.

The woman named Xiaoyi said nothing more, just bowed, turned around, and left.

Jin Yuyan picked up the wine on the long table, took a few gentle sips, then leisurely approached the place where the scroll was stored, picked it up, and unrolled it.

“Hmm?” Suddenly her beautiful eyes narrowed, eyebrows slightly furrowed.

“A mere external medicine little fellow can stir up so much? He does have some ability. No wonder Xiaoyue values him so much.”

Then, she continued down to a part of the content.

“Zhang Ying…. Zhang Rongfang?”

Suddenly, her expression paused.

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Zhang Rongfang sat in the suspended cable car, looking down.

Hundreds of meters high in the sky, below was a thin layer of clouds and mist.

The cloud and mist hovered above the forest sea, occasionally visible were people playing flutes, practicing martial arts, or singing loudly within the forest sea.

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