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"Master! Master!"
Li Xiaonan couldn't help but feel three black lines appear on his forehead at that familiar tone.
What the hell! You're not Sun Wukong, and I'm not Tang Seng. Why are you calling me like that?
Li Xiaonan glanced at the hurriedly arriving Qing Yu Year and felt a deep sense of comfort. That uncle from the Underworld had not only returned to the mortal realm but had also achieved a respectable level of cultivation in the Divine Separation Stage.
As a master, he felt quite proud! Although aside from helping Qing Yu Year reshape his Flesh, it seemed he hadn't fulfilled many responsibilities as a teacher.
Li Xiaonan wanted to pat Qing Yu Year's head and laugh, but with so many court officials present, he forced himself to maintain an air of ethereal composure, smiling lightly and nodding.
Qing Yu Year was taken aback, thinking to himself: Has Master changed?
Looking around at the civil and military officials kneeling on the ground, he quickly guessed that these guys must have angered Master! Otherwise, why wouldn't Master give me a hug?
With wide eyes, he shouted, "You bunch of idiots! Why aren't you bowing to Ancestor Master?"
Li Xiaonan grinned, feeling a bit overwhelmed by this sudden hierarchy!
He shook his head helplessly, raised one hand to help everyone up, and said calmly, "Take these pills and distribute them. The few young ones cultivating should come with me!"
Saying this, he took out a pile of Foundation Pills, handing each ordinary person without cultivation a small green jade bottle.
Hearing the thanks and farewells behind him, Li Xiaonan flew out of the great hall without looking back.
Hiding away in the court is absolutely something I can't do... The court is undoubtedly one of the most complicated places!
Li Xiaonan shook his head and casually found an open space to land. He immediately gave Qing Yu Year a bear hug from behind.
The soldiers following closely behind were nearly scared to death, thinking their Ancestor Master had lost his mind.
"Little Year! I've missed you so much! How have you been these past few years? How's your mother and Father-in-law? And what about Luna and Fei Ji? Oh, right, how's that guy Little Jin doing?"
"Master, Little Year misses you too! We're all doing well, except... Sister Fei Ji has left..."
"What! Left? Where did she go? When did this happen?"
"Master, please don't be anxious. Here's what happened..."
After a lengthy recounting that lasted two hours, Li Xiaonan couldn't help but feel a tingling sensation on his scalp!
It turned out that in the nearly hundred years since his ascension, the demon clan had invaded several times. Whether it was through newly opened rifts or remnants of the demon clan that had once set foot on Star Illusion Continent was still unknown.
As Li Xiaonan and the five women ascended one after another, Fei Ji had asked Mei Yingluo for some time away to investigate who was behind these disturbances.
After all, this was a significant matter for the entire Cultivation world. Since Fei Ji was determined, Mei Yingluo did not stop her.
"Master... Master?" Qing Yu Year called out twice, looking at Li Xiaonan's pale face.
"I'm not deaf." Li Xiaonan slowly exhaled a breath of frustration. He never expected to lose four wives in the blink of an eye. The saying that women are trouble was indeed true.
Well, since it had happened, he would just have to accept it and find them again.
As the saying goes, one bite at a time for food and one at a time for wives.
He glanced at Qing Yu Year and said, "No matter what, you were once an emperor. Why do you speak so excessively? It took you two hours just to explain these matters. Although time is different in Cultivation, it is still precious. How can you waste it like this?"
"Yes! Master is right! I just... haven't seen you in a long time and got a bit too excited," Qing Yu Year chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his head. His cute gesture once again stunned the Cultivators behind him.
"Alright, take out your Destined Artifact in a bit. I'll plant a seed for you, and in a few hundred years, it should turn into a Spirit Tool."
"Really! That's great! Thank you, Master!"
"Don't be too quick to thank me. Why are there so many Cultivators in Qingyu City now? And who is that old man behind you? Starting Cultivation at such an old age? Please don't tell me he's your disciple! Don't scare me like that!" With this remark, Li Xiaonan startled himself; starting Cultivation at over seventy truly seemed unlikely to yield great results.
Both physiologically and psychologically, he had already missed the golden period for such endeavors.
Qing Yu Year felt awkward and didn't know how to explain.
However, the Seventy-Year-Old Man behind him calmly said, "Do you not recognize me, Li Senior? It's me, Qingjing! You haven't changed at all! I'm over a hundred years old now, so naturally, I've aged. I know I started late; I don't expect to achieve immortality. Right now, I'm just helping my Grandson manage his Territory!"
"Damn! Qingjing! How did you get so old?" Li Xiaonan exclaimed, nearly dropping his eyes out of shock. But upon reflection, he realized it had indeed been quite some time since they last met.
He patted Qingjing's shoulder and said, "It's alright; starting Cultivation late is fine. Just wait until you're gone, and then you can cultivate the Ghost Path like Little Jin!"
With those words from Li Xiaonan, the dimness in Qingjing's eyes seemed to brighten suddenly. He exclaimed excitedly, "Thank you, Master!"
"Hey! Don't call me Master! When you're gone, just go directly to Little Jin as your teacher! By the way, where is Little Jin?"
"Boss! Boss!"
Under the blazing sun, a sudden chill swept through the air, making the scorching June day feel unexpectedly cold.
"Boss! I've missed you so much!" Chen Yaojin cried out as he hugged Li Xiaonan's leg, tears and snot streaming down his face.
Li Xiaonan couldn't help but smile wryly and shook his head. He then lifted a foot and kicked Chen Yaojin, saying, "You little brat! You’ve been dead for ages; why do you want to die again in front of me?"
Chen Yaojin scratched his head and let out a dry laugh.
The group of Cultivators behind Qingjing Year was completely stunned. If Qing Yu Year had suddenly changed, they might have been able to bear it, but when Chen Yaojin and Elder Chen were mentioned...
That was a real devil among the living! Which of the Cultivators here hadn’t been taught a lesson by him with a dark face?
Now he was rubbing against the Ancestor Master with a playful grin, showing no trace of the devilish instructor he once was.
“Hey, hey, hey! I’m asking you little kids, have you paid your respects to the boss? He’s the Ancestor Master of Martial Soul Sect! Your master’s boss! Hurry up and bow down!”
The group of Cultivators finally came to their senses and were about to kneel, but they felt an immense force pressing down on them, making it impossible for their knees to touch the ground.
Li Xiaonan finally understood who these people were; they were the kids from Langya Sect. However, after being away for a hundred years, seeing so many Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators emerge was impressive—Ling Xingyao must have played a significant role in this.
He chuckled, “Alright! Cultivators kneeling all day long doesn’t look good. As the saying goes, a man’s knees are worth gold! Well... although gold isn’t much to a Cultivator... Anyway... um... remember this: don’t keep bowing for no reason! I’m not dead yet…”
In the end, he didn’t forget to add that last remark.
Overall, as the Ancestor Master of Martial Soul Sect, Li Xiaonan's first lecture could be deemed quite a failure...
However, with Chen Yaojin shouting to lighten the mood, it turned out alright!
“Little Jin, I have something to ask you. You all disperse!” Li Xiaonan waved his hand at Qing Yu Year and the others and pulled Chen Yaojin up into the air.
“Boss, what do you want to ask?”
“Which courtyard is ours?”
“Pfft…” Chen Yaojin nearly burst out laughing and almost fell to the ground.
Li Xiaonan shot him a dark glance and muttered in his heart: Laughing again! What are you laughing at? If I had known earlier, I wouldn’t have slacked off; I would have scanned it with my divine sense myself.
"Hey! Boss, are you joking with me? The entire Qingyu City belongs to you! Now, Qingyu has transformed from an ordinary mortal city into a Cultivation city! And there is only one sect here, the Langya Sect, which is your Martial Soul Sect. So tell me, which courtyard is ours?"
Li Xiaonan scratched his head, completely unaware of the drastic changes that had taken place in Qingyu City over the past century. "What about Little Year? Does he agree?"
"What’s there to disagree about? No matter how powerful a mortal emperor is, he can't compete with a useless Cultivator!"
"Boss! Let's go! Everyone misses you so much!" Chen Yaojin exclaimed as he wrapped his arms around Li Xiaonan's sturdy waist. At the same time, a cloud of black mist enveloped Li Baobao nearby, and they executed a teleportation move.
Li Xiaonan was startled; wasn't this a technique from the Immortal Realm? Does it exist in the Ghost Path as well?
By the time he regained his senses, he found himself in a tranquil courtyard.
The sun was blazing overhead, its light almost blinding, yet this warm sunlight couldn't penetrate Li Xiaonan's heart.
He sighed, his thoughts drifting away. In the past, this courtyard was so lively, but now it felt so desolate.
Nevertheless, compared to the Immortal Realm, this place was still more nostalgic.
"Boss! Everyone is probably cultivating. I'll go call them!"
Li Xiaonan pulled Chen Yaojin's sleeve and said, "No need for that. Let them cultivate properly! Baobao, you should also go cultivate. It won't be too late for us to gather once I find Lu Ni Chang!"
Li Baobao nodded obediently and left quietly.
Chen Yaojin scratched his head awkwardly and said, "I'm sorry, Boss. Little Jin wasn't useful; I didn't bring back Sister Lu Ni Chang!"
"This isn't your fault. I should have anticipated this when I sent Lu Ni Chang to the Underworld to borrow the Divine Dragon Cannon. Alright, enough chit-chat. Hand me the Boundary Stone; I need to make a trip to the Underworld."
"Boss, I'm going with you!"
Li Xiaonan nodded and said, "Alright!"
Chen Yaojin opened his mouth, and the dark Boundary Stone slowly floated in the air. A mist enveloped the two of them, as if a monstrous mouth was swallowing them whole.
In the blink of an eye, the courtyard was once again bathed in bright sunlight, the temperature soaring to an unbearable heat.
"Xiao Bei, didn't you say Dad was back? Where is he?" A young man, standing at six feet tall, bore a striking resemblance to Li Xiaonan, though his demeanor was entirely different.
While Li Xiaonan exuded a calm and easygoing aura, this man, even while smiling, possessed an air of regal authority that made him seem unapproachable.
This man was none other than Li Xiaonan's eldest son, known as Li Nezha, with the nickname Li Dogdan.
Beside him stood a strikingly beautiful girl. Her deep-set eyes carried a strong British flair, and beneath her prominent nose were thin, alluring red lips—she was clearly a stunning mixed-race beauty.
She glanced at Li Dogdan and playfully tugged at his ear. "You stubborn Dog Egg! Don't you believe me?"
"I believe! I believe! Whatever Xiao Bei says, I believe! I just wanted to tell Dad about our marriage sooner… hehehe..."
"Ah-choo!" As soon as Li Xiaonan arrived in the Underworld, he let out a loud sneeze.
"Boss, are you alright? You’re not catching a cold, are you?"
"Cold? Nonsense! I don't know who’s cursing me. Come on, lead the way!"
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