CHAPTER 167: DIRECT COMMUNICATION

The moment Wang Sheng heard that the immortal corpse had flown right into his home, his mind and Dao Heart buzzed with a loud explosion. If he could fly faster using the Sword-Controlling Art, he would have already stepped on his sword and flown straight back.

Fortunately, it was early morning on New Year's Day, and the roads were mostly empty. The police car drifted sharply and sped back the way it came.

Please, let nothing happen to my parents...

His mother was still pregnant. If the female corpse frightened her, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Wang Sheng was filled with anxiety. Less than two minutes later, his phone suddenly rang. To his surprise, it was a call from his father.

"Dad! How's Mom?"

His father's voice trembled slightly.

—L-Little Sheng, your mom is fine and in the bedroom. Anyway, we have a guest right now. She said she's here to see Little Xuan...

Wang Sheng felt a bit dazed, but most of the tension in his heart eased.

Since the female corpse could attract primal qi, she had to be some kind of immortal. If she had come looking for his senior sister, she probably wouldn't harm his parents.

Lu the Progenitor, what on earth is going on?

"Why is she looking for Senior Sister?" Wang Sheng asked.

His father exhaled slowly. Though his words were a bit scattered, he was remarkably composed for someone in such a situation.

—Well, I don't really know either. This... immortal flew in through the window. All she did was point, and the glass on the balcony just... disappeared. Then she flew in. Naturally, your mom was startled, but when the immortal waved her hand, your mom floated up and fell asleep. She's even snoring now.

—Then she walked over to the spot where you and Little Xuan had knelt before. She moved her fingers a few times, and the scenes of you two kneeling and our family eating together appeared in the air like a movie...

"Are you alright, Dad?"

—I'm fine, just a bit unsteady. I'm sitting on the sofa now.

His father coughed a few times, sounding increasingly calm.

—At first, I couldn't understand what she was saying, but then I heard her voice directly in my head. She said she wanted to see Little Xuan. Something along the lines of, 'An old friend, so hard to find. Now that I'm no longer alone, my heart is filled with joy...'

Frowning deeply, Wang Sheng stared at his senior sister. They had finally confirmed that Mu Wanxuan was a descended immortal.

Mu Wanxuan also frowned slightly, clearly unsure of what was happening.

"Dad, please tell her that we're on our way home. You and Mom must not move around. Just do whatever she tells you." After a moment of thought, Wang Sheng added, "Try to stand up and offer incense at the altar. She might really be an immortal. If she is, then she probably won't harm you."

—Alright, I'll go do that now.

Just as his father was about to stand up, a soft reprimand came from the side. He immediately fell back onto the sofa. The immortal seemed to have also told him to leave in an ancient tone.

"Never mind, Dad. Just stay right where you are," Wang Sheng quickly instructed.

—I'm fine... Two white-haired Daoist masters tried to fly in through the balcony just now, but the female immortal raised her hand and knocked them away.

Thankfully, his father sounded fine.

A Golden Core Realm cultivator being slapped away with a single motion...

Wang Sheng's throat tightened. He forced himself to stay calm, analyzing several possibilities, and then stared at his senior sister again.

These strange events were definitely not coincidental.

Based on what Wang Sheng knew, an immortal had descended and passed down numerous Daoist heritages several thousand years ago, likely during the pre-Qin era. Seeds of cultivation seemed to have been scattered, waiting to sprout, bloom, and bear fruit.

Afterward, around thirteen hundred years ago, all cultivators above the Rebirth Realm, including those at the Transcendence Realm, were entered into the ranks of the immortals. A Daoist elder had once said that they followed the immortals to wage war in some unknown place.

After that, the immortals vanished without a trace. The primal qi of heaven and earth gradually withered and was completely severed a thousand years ago. From that point on, cultivation ceased to exist, though many Daoist heritages were still passed down through the generations.

Over ten years ago, the Hua Republic began exploring the moon. On its far side, they discovered the existence of the female corpse. Massive amounts of manpower and resources were devoted to lunar missions. Eventually, they brought the corpse and the six celestial tablets beside her back to Earth.

Then, six years ago, during the Lantern Festival, the female corpse suddenly woke up. She chanted toward the moon, summoning the primal qi of heaven and earth and making it possible to cultivate on Earth again.

With the Hua Republic authorities promoting that Divine Position Diagram and the gaze he sensed when his senior sister kowtowed to the divine statue just before the New Year's Eve dinner...

Taking everything into account, Wang Sheng had a ludicrous thought.

Do the researchers at the institute believe that the incense power generated through traditional New Year sacrifices across the country awakened the female corpse? Maybe they're gathering more incense power now to heal her!

More and more questions surfaced in Wang Sheng's heart.

Where had those immortals gone to wage war? Since there had been no news for over a thousand years, could they have lost that battle, and the female corpse was the only survivor? Why does she see Senior Sister as an old friend? Does reincarnation really exist?

His head buzzed with chaotic thoughts. Wang Sheng felt parched and overwhelmed. Although he had done his best to piece everything together, too many things still made no sense.

The female corpse had noticed that his mother was pregnant and instantly put her to sleep, did not harm his father, and even had his father contact him to request a meeting with Mu Wanxuan.

I might really have a chance to communicate with her.

Wang Sheng muttered, "Dad, please tell the immortal that my senior sister and I will be home in about fifteen minutes."

On the other end, his father gave a quick reply, then seemingly turned to the side.

—Esteemed Immortal, my son and his senior sister will return in about fifteen minutes. May I trouble you to wait just a bit longer...

—Yes, yes, of course. Don't worry. They're already on their way back from a mission.

Though Wang Sheng couldn't hear anyone else talking, his father continued to respond. The female immortal was clearly communicating with him through telepathy.

Wang Sheng had experienced this before with the formation spirit.

The ancient pronunciations of Chinese from various historical periods differed drastically from modern Mandarin phonetics. However, telepathy allowed the other party to understand one's thoughts. It was an incredibly efficient and extraordinary ability.

Just as Wang Sheng was about to ask if they could start a video call, both his and his senior sister's phones rang simultaneously.

Her call was from their master, and his was from Mou Yue.

With unspoken coordination, Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan both put their phones on speaker. Qing Yanzi immediately issued instructions.

—Little Xuan, hurry back to Little Sheng's home. His parents are in trouble, but tell Little Sheng not to panic and that his parents will be fine. I'll be there in five minutes.

"Master, I'm here. There's no need to worry," Wang Sheng replied as his heart settled slightly. "I already spoke with my dad. The senior didn't harm them. She only wants to see my senior sister. She said something like, 'An old friend, so hard to find. Now that I'm no longer alone, my heart is filled with joy.'"

Qing Yanzi sighed in relief, then lowered his voice.

—Who would have thought that old man's prediction would actually be accurate?

"What prediction?"

—Someone once did a divination for your senior sister. I'll tell you about it later. I'll wait for you downstairs at your place...

Qing Yanzi chuckled.

—Just now, with just one gesture, the female corpse blasted away two Golden Core Realm elders who tried to approach. She also sealed their Daoist arts. Luckily, their landing didn't injure them.

Wang Sheng was rendered speechless.

After Qing Yanzi ended the call, Mou Yue finally took her turn to speak.

—Since Daoist Master Bu Yan has already spoken, I'll hang up for now. Don't worry, Daoist Master Wang. That should be an immortal, not a corrupt cultivator.

"Alright. Thank you," Wang Sheng replied, then took a deep breath.

He wanted to start a video call with his dad, but he didn't dare act recklessly. Instead, he sent a message to ask how things were.

The fifteen-minute return trip was agonizing. Once they entered the city, a police escort cleared a fast lane for their vehicle. Though the police officer driving looked completely confused about the situation, he followed orders and used the fastest yet smoothest driving possible to drop them off at the designated location.

When Wang Sheng reached the neighborhood of their new home, he saw police cars all around. The entire area was plunged into darkness; the power had gone out for some unknown reason.

A helicopter circled overhead, its searchlight scanning the area. A couple of faint silhouettes could also be seen hovering midair. They were Golden Core Realm experts from the righteous path, keeping watch over the surroundings.

After tonight, regardless of the outcome, his parents' ordinary life would likely never return.

Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan had just reached the bottom of the building when Qing Yanzi and several Daoist masters rushed up to meet them.

"Little Sheng, Little Xuan, don't be afraid. I'm here."

"Master, how's the situation?" Wang Sheng asked urgently, not even bothering to bow.

Before Qing Yanzi could respond, white silently flashed behind him and the other Daoist masters.

The female immortal had made her way to them. She had long black hair that floated in the wind, an immortal light surrounding her, and a breathtaking face. She kept her eyes shut, a thread of dark qi lingering between her eyebrows.

It looked like a clump of death aura.

"Ghost!" Mu Wanxuan trembled violently as she instantly turned pale. Nearly fainting, she gripped Wang Sheng's sleeve tightly.

Just as Wang Sheng was about to issue instructions, the female corpse raised her left hand. Qing Yanzi and the other Daoists were instantly lifted into the air and flung upward, rendering them completely powerless to resist.

She was far stronger than Golden Core Realm cultivators.

When she reached for Mu Wanxuan with her left hand, Wang Sheng immediately stepped forward, shielding his senior sister with his arms outstretched.

Truth be told, he didn't know where his courage was coming from. Nevertheless, he straightened his neck and stepped forward without hesitation, positioning himself protectively in front of his senior sister. He also fixed his gaze unflinchingly on the female corpse.

He couldn't care less if he had to face the ancient immortal who had summoned the primal qi back to Earth.

"Senior, if you wish to see an old friend, can we do it elsewhere? My home is right there, and you've already been inside. Why not come inside with my senior sister and chat for a while?"

Even he was surprised by how calm he sounded.

"Please don't get too excited. She's a bit shy and might not remember the things you know. There's also a chance that you have mistaken her for someone else."

Right after he had spoken, several figures dropped from the sky like dumplings. They landed silently and lay either sprawled or slumped against walls and flower beds.

The female immortal slowly lowered her left hand. Though her eyes remained closed, it felt as if her gaze was still on Mu Wanxuan.

Finally, a clear and ethereal voice rang in Wang Sheng's mind.

"Pardon my intrusion."

Wang Sheng forced a smile. The night breeze blew past, and he suddenly realized that his back was soaked in cold sweat.

"May I ask if my parents could be allowed to leave? They're just ordinary people. They don't practice cultivation."

"There's no need," the soft voice answered. "I am not a bringer of plague."