Deng Rusong saw these scrawled words that looked like they were written by some mongrels, and immediately put on a pained expression: “Young Master He, aren’t the words in this letter a bit too arrogant?”

You waved your hand: “No worries. Brother Shangguan will feel as if I’m right there. You just need to go and let him be… no, just let him listen to your explanation calmly.”

Deng Rusong was still uneasy. After repeated requests, you rewrote the letter.

This time, the tone was much more tactful, transforming you from the social He Yu into a socialist He Yu.

Deng Rusong finally relaxed, but when he looked at your wildly scribbled handwriting, he still couldn’t help but frown, though he didn’t say anything.

Deng Wanshu sensed Deng Rusong’s thoughts and quickly spoke up: “Brother He, your handwriting really has a unique style—very childlike and playful!”

You happily said, “Sister Wanshu, you also understand the art of calligraphy?!”

Deng Wanshu’s voice was light and pleasant: “I’ve learned a bit, but none of it compares to Brother He’s free-spirited and unrestrained style!”

You opened your mouth slightly, eyes darting cleverly: “What do you mean?”

Deng Rusong clicked his tongue and said, “Nothing much, just complimenting you.”

“Oh~! Then that’s fine!”

Deng Rusong took the letter and was about to head to the Palace of Ten Thousand Dreams. You told him that Shangguan Gousheng wouldn’t return to the palace for another two months, so Deng Rusong need not rush.

Deng Rusong then tucked the letter close to his body.

You looked at him, a smirk tugging at your lips as you deliberately said, “Sect Leader Deng, with this letter from me, you won’t have to call Leader Yan over, right?”

Deng Rusong wanted to ask how you knew Yan Zhixue, but thinking about your connections with Shangguan Gousheng, it wasn’t surprising you knew Yan Zhixue.

Deng Rusong righteously replied, “The letter has already been sent. How could it be recalled?”

You said, “I know the messenger hasn’t left yet. It’s still possible to intercept it!”

“It’s too late!”

“It’s not too late!”

“Really too late!”

“I’ll go chase after him!”

“Stay right there!!”

Deng Rusong firmly pressed you back down into your seat, forcing a dry laugh: “Young Master He, the journey is long. Don’t trouble yourself!”

“Not far, not far. I know it’s just a mountain mile. I can be back before this cup of tea cools.”

Seeing you were a bit stubborn, Deng Rusong simply turned and left: “You guys talk. I’ll send the messenger off.”

After Deng Rusong left, Xie Huide and Deng Wanshu exchanged a smile, both finding Deng Rusong’s feigned reluctance quite amusing.

You, meanwhile, thought in your heart: If Yan Zhixue really came, you wondered whether your good friend would come along.

But honestly, you didn’t care whether your friend showed up or not. You never even considered it. Really, trust yourself on that.

You then chatted casually with Xie Huide and Deng Wanshu for a while.

Just as you were about to leave, two people walked into Xie Huide’s courtyard.

You immediately smiled upon recognizing them.

The arrivals were none other than Jiao Mingxu—honest and straightforward, buying the ticket after boarding—and Bai Chen—eating meat every day without gaining weight and maintaining strong health despite frequent visits to brothels.

The two top dogs strode directly up to Xie Huide: “Master, Aunt Deng!”

Xie Huide nodded: “Have you finished today’s practice?”

Jiao and Bai carefully reported their progress in refining pills.

Xie Huide calmly gave them some guidance.

Then Xie Huide introduced you to them: “By the way, this is He Yu, my sworn brother. You all call him Uncle Master!”

Bai Chen and Jiao Mingxu looked over curiously.

Looking at your youthful appearance, confusion filled their eyes: “Uncle Master?”

Jiao Mingxu was a bit more at ease since he was six years younger than you.

But Bai Chen was less willing to accept it. At forty-two, he was twenty-one years your senior, and calling you Uncle Master felt unnatural.

You wore a kind expression and flipped your hand, pulling out a thick red envelope you had prepared: “Here, Uncle Master gives you two young ones a meeting gift!”

Bai Chen immediately knelt down with a thud to accept the red envelope: “Thank you, Little Uncle Master!”

Jiao Mingxu followed suit, kowtowing twice.

“Get up, you two good kids!”

You turned to Xie Huide: “Young people these days really are young!”

Bai Chen said, “Yeah, yeah, Little Uncle Master is right!”

Happy to see these two familiar faces, you invited them to visit your residence whenever they had time.

They eagerly agreed.

Seeing the sky darken, and with Xie Huide and Deng Wanshu showing no intention to keep you for dinner, you returned to your mansion.

The next day, you went to the zoo.

You moved half of the animals from the zoo to a new branch park deep within the Qianming Mountain Range.

This new branch was far from the Beast Taming Sect’s territory.

You settled all the transported animals in the branch park, then captured a large number of native wild beasts from Qianming Mountain Range as a control group.

Then you brought the mad scientist Dong Zhijie to the zoo branch and instructed him carefully to cultivate the beasts using the Beast Taming Sect’s secret beast taming manual.

Dong Zhijie laughed maniacally with excitement because he had countless new experimental subjects.

Moreover, he was alone in the remote mountains without anyone to disturb him. He could do whatever he pleased.

From now on, only his dream of creating the ultimate creature would accompany him.

You told Dong Zhijie that you didn’t care what schemes he came up with, but he must complete the tasks you assigned.

Dong Zhijie beat his chest loudly, making the most solemn promise of his life to you.

You left Qianming Mountain Range and went to the Palace of Ten Thousand Dreams.

You told Sang Yi to recruit some disciples properly; otherwise, the sect would feel a bit deserted.

A month passed after all arrangements were settled.

One more month remained before Deng Rusong’s visit.

You stayed in the palace, continuing to comprehend the Earth Source of the Heavenly Mist Blade.

Unexpectedly, during your comprehension, a sudden flash of insight reminded you of a crucial point about the third Nuo Opera Mask.

You immediately shifted focus to the Nuo Opera Mask’s comprehension.

Only ten days later, you successfully completed the understanding of the third Nuo Opera Mask.

At this moment, in the cultivation chamber, you sat cross-legged with a calm expression.

The intangible, formless, swirling energy patterns of heaven and earth began to materialize, like alert, transparent little fish swimming in the air.

Whenever these energy strands touched your body, they were immediately repelled and then influenced the surrounding energies.

Other expert Grandmasters with positive Yin affinity specialized in deducing people or events by capturing the slightest changes in these tiny energy strands.

At that moment, your heart stirred, and the third Nuo Opera Mask began spreading from your face, flowing over your entire body like water.

Although you remained in place, you gave off the illusion of gradually disappearing, like an assassin vanishing into the night.

The moving energy strands touched your body again.

This time, they didn’t bounce away but passed straight through you, as if you didn’t exist.

You no longer disturbed the flow of energy; you became undetectable to deduction—your stealth attribute maxed out.

With this, you officially comprehended all three Nuo Opera Masks.

The Nuo Opera Mask, ranked fifth in positive Yin affinity, became fusion-compatible.

You were eager to try fusion, but you knew that once fused, the Earth Source would dissipate, and you would lose the three special traits of the Nuo Opera Mask.

Comprehending the Earth Source was mentally exhausting, but this process advanced your refinement of the Mind Evolution Art.

What was once a vague Mind Evolution Art was now categorized into three stages, or layers.

You had completed the first layer and were on the verge of breaking through to the second.

You sensed that breaking into the second layer would also breakthrough your Grade Nine Pill Refining Technique.

But your top priority remained comprehending the Earth Source of the Heavenly Mist Blade.

So you pressed on, immersing yourself again in the life-or-death strike’s comprehension.

Sixteen days later, Sang Yi arrived outside your door and lightly knocked.

Knock knock knock—

“Palace Lord, two people request to see you, saying they were introduced by your brother He Yu.”

Your sharp black eyes slowly opened, knowing it must be Deng Rusong.

But a flicker of doubt crossed your eyes—two people? Could Xie Huide have come along?

“What kind of people?” you asked.

Sang Yi immediately replied, “One man and one woman. The man is richly dressed, serious and steady. The woman wears a black dress, calm and gentle.”

Your expression brightened: “Why did this couple come together?”