Simulated immortality allows me to calculate talent stats.

Inside the ancestral hall, wisps of smoke curled upwards, and ancestral tablets were arranged around a wooden table, studied in relation to the murderer.

Judging from the staggered positioning...

Zhang Xun's ancestors were at the forefront, and their curiosity was the greatest.

Behind him, three figures appeared to be pulling at him, while the other memorial tablets occasionally moved forward and then back.

Beneath the wooden table, wielding the power of thunder, he is the supreme ruler of the mortal realm, the contemporary Celestial Master.

[He and his youngest disciple locked eyes.]

[If it weren't for the moment their eyes met, the azure arc of electricity and the black light would have collided and mingled.]

The scene was truly heartwarming, filled with the love and respect between teacher and student.

Xu Kun peeked out from behind the cat, glancing at the scene inside the ancestral hall, his feelings a mixture of emotions and reflections.

[The eldest brother completely dragged the Celestial Master's Mansion's style in a direction that's hard to describe.]

You and the old Taoist priest stared at each other, neither willing to back down.

You feel like you've been insulted.

The old Taoist priest thought the scolding was justified.

【Boom! 】

The sudden clanging sound from the wooden table broke the deadlock between you and your apprentice.

[Then Zhang Xun's ancestor broke free from the restraints of the three men behind him and was about to touch his master.]

[Clang!]

The master of the killing trembled slightly, a resonant hum echoing with the power of life and death.

The rest of our ancestors also began to leap.

【then……】

You and the old Taoist master and his apprentice witnessed a bizarre and absurd scene.

The ancestral tablets surrounding Zhang Xun's ancestors surged towards him like birds returning to their nests.

[Place him close to the memorial tablet of the murderer, press him down firmly, and gradually submerge him.]

Finally, on the neatly arranged wooden table, next to the person who had been killed, a small mountain of memorial tablets was piled up.

You blinked, and black lightning swirled and blurred around you.

The old Taoist priest stared in disbelief, his jaw slowly dropping.

Finally, you tugged at his sleeve, turned, and walked out of the ancestral hall.

The old Taoist priest, with his strong and imposing figure, now seemed as light as a feather as you pulled him out of the ancestral hall by his robes.

【boom! 】

[Close the ancestral hall gate.]

[Let's just ignore the old Taoist priest.]

It's best if you and this old Taoist priest don't meddle in the affairs of our ancestors.

【"well……"】

The old Taoist priest sighed.

[This is profound and complex.]

[This expresses both a bleak outlook on the future of the Celestial Master's Mansion and a sense of hopelessness towards the ancestors.]

It is truly... a misfortune for our sect.

Seeing the old Taoist's expression, you offered a timely word of comfort: "Master, the ancestors' joyful appearance is a good thing. They have truly embodied the principle of learning until old age, so don't worry."

The old Taoist priest glanced at you sideways.

The message is clear: If you can't offer comfort, don't speak.

【"Meow~"

Xu Kun wagged his tail, tilted his head, and happily ate the melon seeds.

He had absolutely no objection to the fact that the murderer's image was displayed in the ancestral hall of the Celestial Master's Mansion.

It's been a long time since I've been shouting about things like "my precious baby" or "my treasure sword" coming back to me.

The inner demon is the most cunning.

[Know what is dirty and must not be touched.]

"Master, you said I'm going to start taking on the responsibilities of a disciple of the Celestial Master's Mansion. What exactly do I need to do?"

You've brought the conversation back to the very beginning.

I didn't resist the responsibilities.

The unwavering ideals established by the "Succubus Body" are the deepest aspirations in your heart.

"Let's go, I'll tell you as we walk."

The old Taoist priest pretended not to hear the clanging of the ancestral tablets coming from inside the ancestral hall, just like the clattering of mahjong tiles.

With a wave of his sleeve, he shifted time and space.

The two people and the cat had left the Celestial Master's Mansion's blessed land and stood gracefully atop Zhenwu Mountain.

Ahead, the sea of ​​clouds surges and churns, while the sun hangs high in the sky, painting the clouds with a dazzling, golden brilliance.

Through the clouds, one could vaguely see stone steps leading up the mountain, with people coming and going.

Early in the morning, many believers arrived at the Taoist temple on Zhenwu Mountain to worship and pray for blessings.

You ask curiously, "Master, is fulfilling the wishes of believers my duty?"

[Taoist temples accept offerings and prayers, while the Celestial Master's disciples are responsible for fulfilling their wishes—it seems like a fair trade.]

The old Taoist priest rolled his eyes at you, clearly annoyed.

"Do you think my Celestial Master's Mansion is a wishing well?"

The old Taoist priest composed himself, his face solemn, his tone dignified.

"Seeking help from gods and Buddhas is not as good as relying on oneself. Turning misfortune into good fortune is a matter of personal luck, not divine protection."

Many years have passed, time and space have changed, cause and effect, fate have altered.

Yet, you heard the same words again from the old Taoist priest, and a sense of disorientation washed over you.

A smile curved his lips, and he nodded sincerely in agreement.

"That's right, how can one attribute all personal gains to a vague destiny or the protection of immortals and Buddhas?"

"That's all thanks to my hard work and dedication!"

Seeing that you agree with his philosophy, the old Taoist felt a sense of gratification, a tacit understanding and resonance between master and disciple.

[But after hearing what you said next, I felt something strange, something I couldn't quite put my finger on.]

[I didn't dwell on it too much.]

This period of time has continuously reshaped my mature and magnanimous heart.

[The ancestral hall was piled high with memorial tablets, the noise like the clatter of mahjong tiles, yet he managed to ignore it all.]

Why would I bother to analyze and interpret the deeper meaning of your words?

The old Taoist priest's black robe fluttered wildly in the mountain wind, outlining his strong, ancient, and majestic physique.

His unkempt, disheveled hair swept back revealed his aged face.

[At this moment, he exudes the aura of a Celestial Master.]

You follow behind him, and Xu Kun follows behind you.

The two people and the cat walked down the mountain.

[We passed by worshippers on the mountain along the way, but they seemed completely oblivious to us.]

We greet each other face to face.

[Even though the believer clearly saw nothing ahead, their feet bypassed the two of you and the cat as if they were walking around thin air.]

[Clearly, the old Taoist priest used some mysterious methods to conceal your presence.]

[Your shattered eyes gleam with a mysterious light.]

[You can also do similar mysterious things, and you've seen other methods before.]

[You yourself, through the ability to fold jade fingers and disrupt the order of things, can achieve the current effect by distorting phenomena such as light, shadow, water vapor, and sound.]

[Essentially, it's more about controlling the physical level.]

Gong Si possesses a disordered force field almost identical to yours. She is at the Celestial Realm, thus transcending the physical realm and achieving a distortion of order.

Xu Hui, on the other hand, achieved this through falsification.

In comparison, you find the experienced one to be more direct and brutal.

He didn't use any particularly mysterious methods; he simply released his own aura, enveloping you all.

And then this scene unfolded before our eyes.

The underlying principle is both simple and terrifying.

That's the difference in latitude and location.

You and your disciple, along with Xu Kun, left Zhenwu Mountain and traveled by boat along the Han River.

After leaving the towns near Xiangyang, the scenery changed abruptly.

[From a land of abundance and prosperity, with favorable weather, beautiful mountains and clear waters, and outstanding people, brimming with vitality.]

[It transformed into a scene of utter devastation, a consequence of both merciless natural disasters and chaotic man-made calamities.]