Junior Uncle is too cunning.

When Chen Fusheng returned home, he thought about everything that had happened that day and felt a wave of fear. He hadn't expected that the Immortal-Slaying Spear would attract the attention of so many powerful Golden Immortals.

Fortunately, Lingyu took care of the tail, otherwise things would definitely not have ended well.

I didn't expect even my master knew about the God of Wealth. It seems Li Shundao has been doing quite well these past few years!

After exchanging some valuables at the sect's Spirit Treasure Pavilion, Chen Fusheng continued to refine the Immortal-Slaying Spear.

Looking at Donghai Town in front of him, Chen Fusheng sighed inwardly, "How fleeting is life, how quickly time flies!"

I quickened my pace and followed the crowd inside.

Walking down the street, watching the endless stream of people, if there were any tall buildings, he would feel like he had returned to a dream.

However, he also noticed a familiar scene: almost every household had couplets with the character "福" (fortune) hanging in front of their doors, and even the walls and doors were covered with images of the God of Wealth.

He nodded in satisfaction. "You do have some cleverness."

He headed straight for Lingbao Pavilion, intending to report there first, and wasn't in a hurry to go to Li Shundao's place.

As soon as Chen Fusheng stepped through the door, a voice called out "Junior Uncle" rang out.

Chen Fusheng glanced at the newcomer and was surprised to find it was Yang Fugui, Tianxing's apprentice.

"Oh, what a coincidence! Fugui, are you here to buy something, or have you been banished by your master again?"

Seeing that Chen Fusheng was still the same as before, Yang Fugui's tension eased, and his smile became even more enthusiastic and sincere!

After all, as fellow members of the Lingbao Sect, when traveling, one can only rely on one's own sect members. Yang Fugui had long understood this principle after so many years of training.

Faced with Chen Fusheng's teasing, Yang Fugui gave a wry smile, "Uncle-Master, don't talk nonsense. If my master finds out, you'll be fine, but I won't be able to handle it."

Chen Fusheng looked at Yang Fugui, sighed inwardly, and was happy for his change. He patted him heavily on the shoulder.

"It's good that you know how to be afraid."

The two walked in laughing and joking. After they went inside, a waiter asked the person next to him, "Hey, senior brother, who was that just now? It actually took Uncle Yang to personally go and greet him."

"Which one are you referring to beside Uncle Yang?"

"Yes, yes, it's the young man next to him."

"You don't even know him? Let me show you. That man is Uncle Yang's uncle, our little grandmaster."

The last disciple of the Lingbao Sect's leader, whose real name was Chen Fusheng and Daoist name was Daofu, was a renowned Celestial Immortal within the sect.

"Wow, that's impressive! No wonder Uncle Yang had to personally pick you up."

……

After the two sat down and chatted for a while, Chen Fusheng learned that since Yang Fugui became an immortal, he had been sent by Tianxing to Donghai Town to be the manager of this branch store, which had been going on for decades.

After drinking tea for a while, Chen Fusheng slowly asked, "Fugui, who is the current president of Lingbao Pavilion in Donghai Town?"

"It is Grandmaster Uncle Ling Ling."

Chen Fusheng was taken aback. "Master Lingling? What's she doing here? Wasn't she supposed to be in seclusion at the sect?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Fugui immediately explained, "Grandmaster Ling Ling was also transferred here about ten years ago."

Chen Fusheng thought about it and realized that something was still wrong. Even if Donghai Town was located at the border of Donghai and Long, there was no need for someone of the Ling generation to be stationed there!

Could it be a special mission? On second thought, Chen Fusheng smiled bitterly. Could it also be about the God of Wealth? No wonder his master was so at ease sending him here. This wasn't about him seeking refuge; it was clearly like walking into the tiger's den.

"Where is Uncle Lingling now?" He had to pay his respects immediately, both for personal and professional reasons, otherwise... the consequences would be unimaginable.

"He is currently in seclusion in the backyard."

"Okay, I got it. You go ahead and get busy. I'll go check it out first," he said, waving his hand casually.

The more Yang Fugui looked at Chen Fusheng, the more he felt a sense of desolation permeating his heart.

Ling Ling's residence was quite nice. Chen Fusheng first listened to the door from the side, then gently knocked on the door.

"dong dong dong"

……

"Come in, the door is unlocked."

Chen Fusheng straightened up, gently pushed open the door and went in. He immediately saw the girl in red on the bed, who was as still as a cicada in winter. He took a deep breath, tiptoed to the bedside, and respectfully bowed to her.

"Fusheng greets his martial uncle."

Upon hearing the name "Fusheng," the girl in red finally opened her eyes, her gaze filled with murderous intent as she stared directly at Chen Fusheng's face.

Since acquiring the Immortal-Slaying Spear, this bit of killing intent and malevolent energy is basically harmless to Chen Fusheng now; it can even be considered fertilizer.

However, he still took a few steps back, pretended to be outmatched, and avoided this test.

Then he congratulated Ling Ling, saying, "Congratulations, Uncle, on your great success in your martial arts! This is a special gift I brewed for you, Uncle. Please have a taste."

"I knew you were a slippery little devil, but you're exactly what I like. Give it to me," Ling Ling said, rolling her eyes at Chen Fusheng.

Chen Fusheng chuckled, said nothing more, and quickly walked over, took out the two bottles with the highest concentration, unscrewed the caps, and handed them to Ling Ling.

"Uncle-Master, please try it and see if my skills have improved recently?"

Ling Ling casually took the bottle, picked it up and poured it directly into her mouth. The wine flowed down like a tide, soaking her clothes, and the bottle was empty in no time.

He let out a soft burp, patted Chen Fusheng on the shoulder with satisfaction, and said, "Not bad, your skills are not bad. You're still as irresponsible as ever."

Chen Fusheng twitched his lips. Was this sarcasm or praise? Let's say it was praise.

Then he handed over the second bottle, which Ling Ling took. Instead of chugging it right away, she pointed to the chair and said, "Sit."

Chen Fusheng obediently sat down. This was not out of fear, but out of respect.

Second Senior Sister Dao Ling was known in the Lingbao Sect for her straightforwardness and domineering nature, but compared to Ling Ling, she was nothing.

Dao Ling's personality was basically influenced by Ling Ling.

As for Ling Ling, Chen Fusheng was very familiar with her, even to the point of considering her his master's wife.

She is the future Daoist partner of Master Lingyu Zhenren, and also the future mistress of their fellow disciples—a magical woman who is as still as a rabbit and as swift as thunder.

As for why she would be his future master's wife, Chen Fusheng guessed that his master, Lingyu, was too indecisive. Otherwise, given Lingling's bold and passionate nature, if it weren't for his master's high cultivation level, they would probably have already entered the bridal chamber.

Anyway, they've been in love for thousands of years, and they've never broken up but there's been no progress either.

However, Chen Fusheng was somewhat afraid of being alone with her, especially without his senior brother Dao Lin, who was there to take the blame.

"Fusheng, I heard from your master that you made a mistake?"

"They're here!" Chen Fusheng's heart tightened, and he immediately became fully alert.

"No, how could that be? Don't you know me, Uncle-Master? I'm such a homebody, I'm too lazy to even leave the house, what mistake could I possibly make?"

Ling Ling took another big gulp and cursed at Chen Fusheng, "Bullshit, I know you too well. You're lying to me. Have you gotten thick-skinned lately or what?"

Alright, that's enough. I'm too lazy to listen to your old, trivial matters. Even if you want to talk about them, I'm not interested in hearing them.

But you better behave yourself in Donghai Town, don't cause any trouble, or I'm not your senior brother, I won't be cleaning up your messes.

Chen Fusheng nodded repeatedly, already used to Ling Ling's theory, but it was just a case of a sharp tongue but a soft heart, a tough exterior but a soft interior.

Chen Fusheng remembers the first time he encountered such a scene. He almost ruined his face. At that time, he looked at Ling Ling who was not speaking. She was simply the fairy in his heart. Then she opened her mouth... and that was the end of it.

"When you left, didn't your master tell you anything?"

"As expected," Chen Fusheng knew that the two big shots were having another love triangle once again, ever since he learned that it was his Uncle Ling Ling who was in charge of Donghai Town.

He now felt that his master, Lingyu, had sent him to Donghai Town to avoid trouble and investigate the God of Wealth, but that was only a secondary task. His main task was to serve Lingling well, and his ultimate task was to get her back to the sect.