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nTranslator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

nWang Ling wasn’t surprised by Wang Ming’s visit this time. He guessed that the results of the space assessment which they had performed on Daoist Guang’s tattered robe last week had come out. The robe had remnants of the Heaven-Cleaving sword’s chaotic sword qi on it from when Evil Sword God had pursued Daoist Guang back then, and Wang Ming had used this sword qi to find a trail back to the space Evil Sword God had been in before.

nDaoist Guang had previous speculated that the entrance to the legendary Immortal’s Treasure House was likely in a space cavern that linked the human world and the demon world together. Daoist Guang called this space the entrance to the Otherworld.

nBut this was just speculation. Furthermore, even if an entrance did exist, it didn’t necessarily lead to the Immortal’s Treasure House. Almightys at Venerated Immortal level set up worlds like they were playing a game, so it was possible that Immortal Zhenyuan had established many equally fake worlds to mask the real Immortal’s Treasure House, as if he was playing whack-a-mole…

nThe talisman seal was growing weaker and weaker, and the primordial qi inside Wang Ling’s body was starting to gradually adapt to the special substance inside the talisman. Furthermore, the primordial qi was starting to reinforce itself, forming something similar to an antibody.

nOf course, Wang Ming had deduced that it would still be another five to seven years before the talisman’s effect wore off completely. That was to say, Wang Ling had to find a new way of either controlling his primordial qi himself or replacing the talisman seal before he went to university.

nIt might seem that he still had a lot of time, but whether it was five or seven years, this was just the blink of an eye for a lot of cultivators. For seclusion maniacs like Patriarch Reliance, the headmaster of that Reliance High School from the combined military drill for six schools, five years in seclusion was like going to the toilet.

nWang Ling hoped he would be able to find something in the Immortal’s Treasure House, but he wasn’t placing all his expectations on it.

nUltimately, nothing would be better than him being able to control the primordial qi himself.

nBut in the last few years, Wang Ling had noticed that his realm seemed to be advancing at a quicker rate. In the past, his realm would move up once every two years, but lately it seemed that his strength was growing again…

nThe primordial qi changed with the growth in his realm.

nHe had to adapt to his realm in order to be able to completely control the primordial qi. But the problem now was that he was growing too quickly, which didn’t give him any time to adapt to his realm at all! It was like how some writers were slow to update their novels – it might look like they could keep up, but there was a chance that they would be behind in chapters right up until their next book…

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nThat evening, it was Zhai Yin once again who sent Wang Ming over, and Wang Ling wasn’t as hostile toward her as he had been the last few times. Zhai Yin, moreover, was well aware that if she wanted to thoroughly conquer Wang Ming, she would inevitably need Wang Ling’s help.

nThe best in fact would be if she could win over her “brother-in-law.”

nZhai Yin was utterly clear on this point after her last encounter with Wang Ling.

nSending Wang Ming over this time, she still had on a wooden “strangers stay away” face, but when she saw Wang Ling open the door, she still did her best to soften her expression with a slight smile.

nIt looked quite stiff, though.

nWang Ming’s lips twitched at this scene and his tongue was as poisonous as ever: “With your zombie face, you better not smile… If you let your hair down, with this expression, you could star in The Grudge .”

nZhai Yin kept a tight rein on her anger. “…” She absolutely couldn’t forget herself in front of her “brother-in-law”!

nThey entered and switched to house slippers. Mother Wang and the old man were just about done with cooking. Mother Wang had calculated the right time to cook the vegetables, and she was walking out of the kitchen with a plate of stir-fried broccoli in her hands when she saw Zhai Yin and Wang Ming. “You’re here! Come and sit down!”

nThe one thing the Wang family’s small villa didn’t lack was broccoli… Ever since Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal had made up his mind to comprehend the Heavenly Dao from broccoli, he had become absorbed in breeding different varieties of broccoli and would send a large amount to the villa each month.

nThe most terrifying thing was that because this broccoli had been grown in spirit soil, they stayed fresh for a very long time!

nEven when it wasn’t kept in the fridge, it could be stored for two or three years without turning yellow or becoming moldy, and would still be fresh and rich in water content.

nPutting the dish down, Mother Wang wiped her oily fingers on her apron out of habit.

nSeeing that Zhai Yin looked a little ill at ease, Mother Wang quickly smiled. “Don’t be polite, Miss Zhai, it’s not your first time here, come and sit!”

nAfter several meetings, Mother Wang had learned Zhai Yin’s identity as well as her gender. It wasn’t Wang Ming who had told her, but Father Wang who had asked an “acquaintance” to check Zhai Yin out – Father Wang’s most powerful fan was President Qi’s direct superior and also the top leader. If there was anything Father Wang wanted to know, he just needed to open his fan group and send a private message.

nAs a writer, you never knew what on earth your fans could do…

nIn fact, Wang Ling felt that Father Wang was a bit of a gossip sometimes. Furthermore, it seemed that in the last few years, Father Wang had even joined the “Wang Ming Get Married” group, and had already started to raise money for Wang Ming’s wedding. Even Wang Ming himself didn’t know about it, and Wang Ling had only found out inadvertently.

nSometimes, Wang Ling would recall where Zhai Yin had come from… an administrator of Magnificent Immortal’s Depository of Buddhist Texts — how many cultivators dreamed about this job? Wang Ling had also heard that these administrators were on fixed contracts and couldn’t resign at will. But Zhai Yin had unexpectedly been transferred to the Cultivation Academy of Science to become Lu Wei’s personal guard (Lu Wei = Scientist) 1 .

nWang Ming had told Wang Ling before that it was President Qi who had used his connections to have Zhai Yin transferred.

nBut Wang Ling didn’t think the truth was that simple.

nTo say that Father Wang might have added fuel to the fire in the background actually wasn’t an impossibility…

nWang Ling randomly chose a seat and then watched as Zhai Yin unexpectedly pulled out the chair next to him and sat down.

nWang Ling: “???”

nWang Ming laughed when he saw this. “Hey, that’s Dog Two’s seat.”

nZhai Yin: “…”

nZhai Yin’s intention had only been to slowly win Wang Ling’s favor.

nTo be precise, this was her first time eating with them, so she completely had no idea that this was Loopy Toad’s seat.

nWhen Wang Ming saw that Zhai Yin hadn’t moved, he was dumbfounded. “It’s the dog that was lying down at the door when we came in… You would even fight a dog over a chair?!”

nZhai Yin’s lips twitched violently as she tamped down her fury and changed seats.

nThis time, she chose the chair directly next to Wang Ming.

nWang Ming shook his head. “This is my grandfather’s seat!”

nZhai Yin got up and moved one chair down.

nOnce again, Wang Ming said, “No no no, that’s my auntie’s seat!”

nWang Ling: “…”

nWang Ling could completely tell that Wang Ming was deliberately picking a fight…

nZhai Yin couldn’t take it anymore; she directly stretched out one hand to pull Wang Ming up by his collar.

nWang Ming was alarmed. “What do you want?” He couldn’t throw her off at all.

nNaturally, Zhai Yin wouldn’t hit him; she simply unbuttoned the bottom half of his shirt instead.

nThen, Wang Ling almost sprayed out water… because he saw that there was actually a tattoo on Wang Ming’s stomach; what was more, it was of a well-known cartoon character!

nFurthermore, only cultivators would be able to see this tattoo, and normal people like Wang Ming who couldn’t use spirit energy wouldn’t be able to see it at all.

nThis was obviously Zhai Yin’s revenge — maybe she had secretly drawn it on his stomach when he had been asleep.

nWang Ming didn’t know exactly what was going on, but he could guess something was up, and he turned his head to stare at Zhai Yin. “What did you draw on my stomach?”

nHow humiliating!

nAnd in front of Wang Ling as well!

nWang Ming felt some regret. He had thought that Zhai Yin wouldn’t do anything to him in front of Wang Ling. He had just been joking around and had never thought that it would turn into a tit for tat…

nThen, some spirit energy shot out from Wang Ling’s fingertip to settle on Wang Ming’s eyes.

nWang Ming turned pale when he saw what had been tattooed on his stomach. “What the hell! Peppa Pig?!”

nPapapa…

nAt that moment, Wang Ling started to clap his hands with a deadpan expression.

nHow did the saying go?

nGet a Peppa Pig tatt…

nShout out to your frat 2 …

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