I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Zhuang Yujing: "...Do you think I'm joking with you? In your current state, it's already a favor that I haven't killed you under the banner of eliminating demons and protecting the righteous path."

"You are welcome to try. If you can really kill me, that would be a good thing."

They're saying those things again, and this young master Zhuang too, both of them are so stubborn... Fan Zhiyi had a bad feeling. He couldn't quite put his finger on what was causing the unease in his heart, but he just felt inexplicably panicked.

"Fine." Zhuang Yujing changed the subject to Fan Zhiyi with a compromise, "As a leader in the cultivation world, Immortal Venerable should know what absorbing ghost energy means to a cultivator. So, Bing Nandong's matter must not be known to anyone other than the three of us. Although you are from the Tianyun Sect, since you are willing to save us, you are still somewhat different from those from the Tianyun Sect. This time, I choose to believe you."

Before Fan Zhiyi could express his determination, Bing Nandong answered for him: "He won't."

"You found out again?" Zhuang Yujing snorted irritably. "Wait until Fan Zhiyi comes back, then we'll see what you do. I'll definitely side with Fan Zhiyi. If he tries to hit you, I'll help him and won't hold back. Anyway, let's not talk about this anymore. I'll show you something good."

After saying that, Zhuang Yujing cast a spell with his hand, and a small ball of light flew out from the Qiankun bag tied to his waist, then landed on the ground and transformed into "Fan Zhiyi", which is the appearance of Brother Cen Jun.

Zhuang Yujing tilted his head back smugly and put his hands behind his back: "How about it?"

"What is this?" Fan Zhiyi asked curiously.

"It's that fake Fan Zhiyi at the boundary between Yin and Yang. I don't know how it came out with me. I was quite surprised when I woke up this morning and found out. It can transform into anything at will, but that's all it can do. It has no other use. Tsk, I'm really amazing. Wherever I go, I always find unexpected surprises. It seems that the heavens are particularly kind to me." Zhuang Yujing glanced at Bing Nandong. "How about it? Want it? Beg me and I'll give it to you."

Bing Nandong didn't even glance at it: "I don't want to."

Not achieving the desired effect, Zhuang Yujing commanded the thing, "Transform into his likeness." He pointed at Bing Nandong, and two Bing Nandongs appeared in the room, both with equally stern faces.

Bing Nandong: "...Boring."

"I've had my eye on you for a long time. Luckily, I found this thing that can make me look exactly like you. I'll use it to vent my anger." Zhuang Yujing cast a spell, and "Fan Zhiyi" turned into "Bing Nandong". Zhuang Yujing then ordered, "Come on, give me a shoulder massage."

Bing Nandong obediently walked behind Zhuang Yujing and asked, "Young Master, is this pressure appropriate?"

"Heavier! Haven't you eaten? You have no strength at all!"

The image was too abstract, and Bing Nandong's emotions finally began to fluctuate, his face turning dark. Fan Zhiyi, on the other hand, was struggling to suppress his laughter: "Since this came out from there, it should be considered part of the Fusang God."

“Yes, I showed it to Master Jinwu. He said it’s a part of the tree spirit of the Fusang God. It’s pure and has no ill intentions. Master Jinwu also said that if it’s properly taught magic, it might be able to gain intelligence and become similar to a human. I’ll take it back to show my dad. With it, my dad probably won’t scold me anymore.”

"Open his mind." Fan Zhiyi thought of the Fusang God's initial wish, which was to transform into a human and travel around. Unfortunately, things are unpredictable, and no one expected it to develop like this in the end: "Then please, Young Master Zhuang, teach him to do good."

"That's inevitable. After all, I am a great philanthropist. It will inevitably become like me by being influenced by what it sees and hears."

The tree spirit heard the words "Become just like me" and immediately transformed into Zhuang Yujing's appearance, obeying its master's command. Thus, the scene became "Zhuang Yujing" giving Zhuang Yujing a massage, which made Zhuang Yujing angrily curse, "Stupid tree spirit!" Then he put it back in his palm. Seeing that Fan Zhiyi was really curious, he held it up for Fan Zhiyi to see.

It was just a tiny speck of light twinkling in Zhuang Yujing's palm, like a star seen from afar at night.

Zhuang Yujing glanced at Bing Nandong: "Really don't want it?"

"No, you keep it safe."

"Hmph, I'm not even willing to give it to you." Zhuang Yujing put it back into the Qiankun bag. "By the way, Bing Nandong, pack your things. After you've met Master Jinwu, come back to Jiuwanli with me."

"What would I do there?"

“Where can you go in your current state?” Zhuang Yujing took a step back and sized up Fan Zhiyi. “If it’s because of the Immortal Venerable, this young master agrees to let him go with you, as well as Cen Jun. Anyway, it’s not like we can’t afford to feed three more mouths across 90,000 miles.”

"No." This time it was Fan Zhiyi who refused, because he remembered that Master Dao Jinwu had said that Bing Nandong was currently suffering from a deadly poison, and only the person who poisoned him had the antidote. He was worried that Bing Nandong would not be able to hold on until they reached 90,000 li before the poison took effect, and he had not yet asked Bing Nandong who the person who poisoned him was.

Zhuang Yujing was very displeased: "What do you mean by that, Immortal Venerable?"

“I will not go to Jiuwanli with you. I want to go back to Tianyun Sect.” Bing Nandong said, “Tianyun Sect and Jiuwanli are sworn enemies. Young Master Zhuang, it would be best not to get too close to the people of Tianyun Sect.”

"You're starting to hold this against me now?"

“Well then, Young Master Zhuang, we’ll come to Jiuwanli to see you after Nan Dong has finished his business at Tianyun Sect.” Fan Zhiyi reconciled the two sides’ opinions. “By the way, I have something I’d like to ask Young Master Zhuang. Nan Dong, please step out for a moment.”

Bing Nandong didn't move, and Zhuang Yujing didn't care at all: "Just say what you have to say."

"No." Fan Zhiyi said with unusual firmness.

Bing Nandong eventually left, and only then did Fan Zhiyi speak: "Young Master Zhuang, in your impression, what kind of person is Fan Zhiyi?" The "Fan Zhiyi" he was referring to was naturally the brother of Cen Jun, whom everyone in this world was familiar with.

"Fan Zhiyi? Why are you asking about him?" Zhuang Yujing suddenly became wary.

"I just want to ask about his habits, personality, or whether there's anything unusual or out of place about him, like his way of speaking or his behavior. I swear I have absolutely no malicious intent and won't do anything to Fan Zhiyi or Bing Nandong. I just want to confirm one thing." Fan Zhiyi held up three fingers to swear, his expression very serious.

Zhuang Yujing stared at him for a few moments before saying, "I haven't had much contact with Fan Zhiyi. You should ask Bing Nandong about it."