"For the sake of the family’s immortality, we unworthy descendants must send the Mountain Ancestor to his death!"
The woman spoke, a hint of indescribable coldness flashing in her eyes.
"Tomorrow, I ask you, my young friend, to sow chaos at the critical mont!!"
"When the upheaval begins tomorrow, please intervene, my young friend!"
As she spoke, the woman slowly bowed to Su Tu.
"No, no! That thing is not..." Su Tu looked at the woman, his voice slightly anxious as he spoke, feeling sothing amiss.
The disaster that the woman spoke of was the Immortal Robe.
But the White Silk hanging above the Chen Family’s door was not the Immortal Robe at all!!
He bore Wa Huang’s strands of hair and had absorbed several Immortal Robe techniques; he could sense anything related to the Immortal Robe.
If the White Silk ca from the Immortal Robe, he would have sensed it the mont he entered the courtyard.
Therefore, the woman’s words did not add up...
Chen Shan was deliberately misleading them!!
Chen Zian and the others were deceived!!
But before Su Tu could voice this, the entire space started to tremble.
Then, two spaces rged into one.
The external concealnt gradually faded, revealing the woman, who monts ago had a clear gaze, now standing by the doorway, giving Su Tu a coquettish smile.
"If you require anything, young master, just call for ."
Afterward, the woman walked out.
Seeing this, Su Tu’s brow slightly furrowed. To hide and obscure for a mont was already no easy feat; obtaining this fleeting exchange, Chen Zian and the others had already done their utmost.
But... sothing was off.
Sitting in the chair, Su Tu’s eyes revealed a rare grimness.
In that fleeting mont, he thought of a terrifying possibility...
Chen Shan always knew what Chen Zian and the others were up to, what they were plotting.
Yet the Chen Family’s Mountain Ancestor remained silent, rely watching his descendants scheming to kill him.
At the slightest ’flaw’ he revealed, his filial descendants sprang into action.
And like a weaver seated atop a web, he coldly watched his descendants leap into it...
Rumble!!!
At that mont, a thunderous crash erupted, and the once clear blue sky darkened like an overturned inkstone covering the heavens.
Now, a storm was approaching, as if the entire world were about to turn upside down.
"Chen Shan..."
Su Tu gazed out the window, whispering softly, and simultaneously felt a tremor in his Heart and Spirit.
An elegant and gentle female voice sounded: "My garnt is here, I can sense it..."
Upon hearing the voice, Su Tu could not help but feel a sense of joy.
"Sister Chang, you have awakened!"
The situation was becoming complex. Not only did Chen Shan have Cultivation nearing that of a Daoist Master, but he also possessed the Immortal Robe, wielding unimaginable, peculiar thods.
But in this world, no one understood the Immortal Robe better than Sister Chang. As long as she was awake, Chen Shan’s most prized asset would be completely nullified.
"The Immortal Robe, stained with blood, is displeasing."
Sister Chang’s always elegant voice showed a barely perceptible hint of anger.
Then, before Su Tu could speak, he felt a force slowly rge into his being.
"Xiao Tu, if the Heart Thought is unified, my thod may be born. Recite my true na, and I can conjure a Divine Technique to help you reclaim my robe!"
Upon hearing this, Su Tu’s eyes brightened instantly.
Sister Chang’s true na to grant a Divine Technique — how terrifying it would be, Su Tu could scarcely imagine.
According to the original plan, his role was to restrain the ’calamity,’ but now it seed Chen Zian and the others’ plot might ultimately co to nothing.
With Sister Chang’s protection, however, he now had a certain degree of confidence.
"Daoist Master... I wonder if battling feels better."
Su Tu mused to himself, clearing his thoughts, he lay down on the bed, closed his eyes slightly, and contemplated that not even the upheaval among the eight Chen families could prevent him from sleeping before midnight.
Seeing that the ti was about right, he silently prayed two lines for Chen Zian and the others, then drifted off into a deep slumber.
It wasn’t that Su Tu didn’t care; rather, he didn’t understand the opponent’s machinations. Intervening rashly might result in adverse effects.
Su Tu’s consciousness began to blur gradually, and one could only say that his quality of sleep was absurdly good.
Su Tu had a habit of reminiscing about the past to aid sleep.
Various mories surfaced in his mind, like watching a movie, with all sorts of jumbled thoughts floating in his head.
Everything about the Chen Family today erged before him, and suddenly, a monk with beauty surpassing that of a woman appeared in Su Tu’s vision.
Thump!!!
The next mont, Su Tu sat up abruptly, his eyes flashing with a sharp brilliance.
"So, this is our third eting..."
"I thought you were a girl, but it turns out you’ve beco Buddha’s Son..."
Su Tu squinted, recalling the previous dream, in which, besides a few nearby ghosts, he had morized the appearances of other ghosts.
Among them, one was a ghost with flowing long hair.
And if that ghost lost its hair, it would look exactly like Buddha’s Son Jia Xun!!
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