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Civil and military officials craned their necks to look.

The envoy scrutinized Renbao, trying to see what was different about her.

It's chubby, fair and tender, and golden all over—a very cute little dumpling.

They don't look like children raised in a Taoist temple at all.

"You're so skinny!" Renbao walked up to Mutuo, raised his index finger and beckoned to him, "Brother Xugou."

The elderly father, who was listening nearby, felt a pang of anxiety.

Where did Renbao hear that?

Mu Tuo stood up, not to be outdone: "Fat girl."

Renbao, hands on hips: "Brother Xu Gou!"

"Fat girl!"

emperor:……

Civil and military officials and envoys: ...

Unexpectedly, the two got into a fight over their body size.

"My Renbao eats a lot and is very strong. Your country's little celestial master is five years older than my Renbao, but she is not as strong as her. She is indeed weak." Su Xuance got up and walked to Renbao's side, his protective posture for his daughter was obvious.

Wei Huaihao also stood up, protectively saying, "It's normal for little kids to be chubby. Little Celestial Master Mutuo is skinny and bony. You're the ones who are mistreating him."

The envoy's face turned ashen. What they said left him no room for rebuttal. Mutuo didn't like to eat, and compared to Renbao, he was like a child from a poor family.

"His hand is dislocated. Aren't you a very skilled doctor? Can you fix it?" Mu Tuo pointed at Wei Huaihao, his tone full of doubt.

Just now, when Renbao put his hand on the Empress's stomach, her discomfort disappeared. He strongly suspected that she was faking it!

"What's so difficult about that?" Renbao snorted, walked towards Wei Huaihao, looked up at him, and said, "Grandpa Wei, squat down."

Wei Huaihao did as instructed.

Everyone's eyes immediately turned to Renbao.

Renbao's chubby little hand was placed on Wei Huaihao's shoulder. Before anyone could even see the movement, they heard a snapping sound.

"Alright! Grandpa Wei, move around a bit."

Compal claps its hands.

Wei Huaihao tentatively rotated his wrist, a delighted smile spreading across his face: "It's done! Renbao's medical skills are beyond question!"

Fearing that people wouldn't believe him, he even performed a set of Tai Chi movements, which were nimble and fluid.

Renbao raised the corners of his mouth arrogantly, while Okito lifted his chin: "Your turn!"

Mutuo stubbornly insisted, "There's no one with a dislocated shoulder for me to treat."

"That's easy." Renbao ran up to the messenger, and before he could react, she had already climbed onto the table, grabbed his hand and pulled it slightly.

The messenger cried out in anguish, "My hand!"

Muto was dumbfounded.

He had never met anyone who acted so unpredictably.

"You..." Muto's throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton; he couldn't describe his feelings at that moment.

When a scholar encounters a soldier, reason is useless.

Renbao was obsessed with winning. She sat cross-legged on the table, picked up a roast duck leg with her right hand, and took a big bite, her cheeks puffing out: "Hurry up and heal his hand, or you'll lose to me!"

Mutuo's face stiffened: "I don't know medicine, let's compete in mystic arts instead."

"Sure." Renbao nodded, jumped off the table, and faced him. "What do you want to compete in?"

Muto's eyes sharpened; he was most skilled at summoning and calling out ghosts: "Why don't we have a contest to see who can summon the most ghosts, and let the ghosts fight for us?"

"Ghost!" Renbao rubbed her chubby little hands together, covered her mouth and chuckled. When it comes to ghosts, she's an absolute expert!

All the ghosts have to obey her commands.

Renbao readily agreed: "Okay! I'll play the Long-Tongued Ghost, what ghost will you play?"

Mu Tuo, sweating profusely from the pain, cried out: "Is there anyone going to speak up for him?!"

The civil and military officials were stunned and hurriedly gave Su Xuance meaningful glances.

"Lord Su, stop them quickly!"

"We're human, we're afraid of ghosts!"

"How did a perfectly good banquet turn into a ghost-fighting tournament?"

Su Xuance looked at the emperor.

The emperor's eyes gleamed with excitement: "I've never seen a ghost before."

"Renbao, you were fighting ghosts at the banquet?" Su Xuance paused for a moment, then looked at Renbao.

Renbao nodded: "Yes."

"Is there any way to allow people to see the spirits without harming the living body?"

Muto scoffed, "How could that be?"

If a spirit gets too close to a living person, the weak will inevitably be affected.

Renbao quietly asked, "Daddy, how should we say he's not very good?"

"A noob?" Su Xuance blurted out, then immediately regretted it.

Renbao was at the age when he was eager to learn, and he learned everything.

Sure enough, the next moment he heard his sweet-smelling daughter shout in a loud, energetic voice, "Noob!"

Muto was furious: "Then what can you do?"

"Of course, I'm the Little King of Hell." Renbao patted his chest, immediately showing everyone what was going on, while simultaneously setting up a barrier in front of them. "You can rest assured, the ghosts won't harm your yang bodies."

The civil and military officials blinked, both afraid and eager to see.

The wooden scepter was summoning the ghost he kept by his side.

So ugly!

The civil and military officials gasped in shock.

He was dressed entirely in black, with a crooked mouth and slanted eyes, those ghostly eyes filled with malice.

The emperor watched intently; as the ruler of a nation, what grand scenes hadn't he seen?

He's nothing but a blind, delusional bandit.

The concubines covered their eyes and peeked through their fingers.

Renbao looked disgusted: "The ghosts from your country are all so ugly!"

"Ghosts can be interesting?" Muto asked incredulously.

Renbao nodded: "Of course."

She originally wanted to create a gossipy ghost, but now she's changed her mind.

The male ghost that Renbao had taken in was now waiting in line to be reincarnated in the underworld, living a life of great pleasure.

He did not do anything evil in his life. His only fault was that he was still lustful after death and kept appearing in women's dreams.

After descending to the underworld, he won the favor of many female ghosts with his stunningly beautiful face.

"Ling Lang, it's almost Ghost Festival, these are silver ingots my family burned in advance. Take them, and come to my room later~"

"Ling Lang, don't listen to her! My father is a cloth merchant in Jiangnan. In a few days, during the Ghost Festival, he'll definitely burn a big house and several baskets of silver ingots for me. You come with me, and I guarantee you'll live a very comfortable life in the underworld until you're reincarnated!"

"Stop listening to her empty promises, choose me!"

The female ghosts fought fiercely over the male ghost, pulling each other's hair.

The male ghost chose the first one; he never listened to empty promises, only looked at reality.

He followed the female ghost back to her house in the underworld. As soon as they entered, their eyes met, and they were instantly ablaze with passion.

Right now!

The door was pushed open, and the two ghosts looked in fright. Black Impermanence leaned against the door: "Excuse me, Lin Ling, you were a native of the capital in your previous life, the top courtesan of the Treasure Pavilion. Little Yama requests that you come to the mortal world."

Huh? The male ghost was dumbfounded and hadn't come to his senses when the spirit was already standing in Qushang Pavilion.

Wow! The Duke of Zhenguo lowered his head and drank his tea as soon as he saw that familiar face.

What a handsome male ghost!

The concubines were no longer afraid and lowered their hands, staring at him intently.

Look at those meticulously sculpted features, that chiseled chin, that physique with eight-pack abs—even though he's a ghost, he's truly beautiful.

The male ghost looked at Renbao blankly: "Little Yama, why did you summon me to the mortal realm?"

Renbao pointed at Kou Gui: "Fight him. If you can't win, this little Yama will make your soul disappear."

A threat! A blatant threat!

The male ghost nervously swallowed, but all he knew was seduction, not fighting...

He was so anxious!