Fu Xue seemed as though she hadn't heard at all, her gaze fixed steadily on her phone screen, her mind filled with terms like "leaping two levels at once" and "eliminating three six-tiered cultivators." Of course, there was also the bold title "Original Primordial Sovereign." Fu Xue's current emotions could not be described simply—they surged with astonishment, doubt, surprise, exhilaration, and excitement. She had always recognized the Original Primordial Sovereign's talent, which is why she had chosen to remain observant. In her assessment, if the Sovereign could rise from tier four to tier five within three months, he would then have a strong chance of reaching the realm of Sovereign within the next two years—then she would accept him as her son-in-law. Conversely, if his progress during the Sovereign stage were merely average, it would indicate the peak of his talent had been reached, and she would immediately opt for the Miller family. Fu Xue could never have imagined that, just a short while ago—only a week since returning from Songhai—the Original Primordial Sovereign had not only leaped two levels but had already become a standout among the Sovereigns. Fu Qingyang hadn't been quite so groundbreaking back then. After the initial surprise came a surge of exhilaration—like winning the lottery, stumbling upon a prized Jinggu Bing cup, or securing an eight-century-long business contract. Setting aside Fu Qingyang's mention of Fu Family's strategic shift, Fu Xue felt confident in her decision simply based on Yuan Shiyuan's qualifications. Compared to the modest commission she'd receive from marrying Guan Ya into the Milu family, becoming the mother-in-law of a rising star truly marked her personal triumph. Even more, she could one day join the Clan Elders' Council. The thought alone made her breathing quicken. "It seems you've encountered some matters. Then, let's conclude our sail today," Chen Shu said, her legs crossed, leaning back against the chair, calmly lifting her juice. "I have another business meeting this afternoon." "Ah…" Fu Xue regained her composure. "What did you say?" Chen looked at the phone in her hand. "Could you share it with me?" "Fu Xue delicately outlined her refined brows, which instantly lifted, and a joyful smile bloomed on her rosy cheeks, 'My son-in-law has now reached Level Six, and has defeated three senior saints from evil organizations in a row—this has truly stunned the entire Huaguo nation.' The reference smoothly shifted from 'my daughter's boyfriend' to 'my son-in-law.' Chen Shu was momentarily stunned: 'Didn't your son-in-law reach Level Four?' 'Exactly—this has amazed the whole Huaguo nation. A single quest journey saw him climb two levels in just two months. Xuan Xuan herself never achieved such a feat before. Among the top talents of the first region, I can't think of a second case like this.' Fu Xue's eyes sparkled with admiration: 'I suddenly find myself quite impressed by my daughter's discernment. She's far better at selecting partners than I am. Honestly, from Level Four to Level Six, my son-in-law achieved this in just two months. He's no longer just a talent—he's a true anomaly. Though I know this achievement undoubtedly includes some luck. He may participate in the Killing Quest next year, and once he becomes a Dominator, he will be "Chen Shu, one day I might make it into the clan elders' council of Fu's family." She spoke with boundless enthusiasm, radiating the fresh energy of someone meeting a joyful occasion. Chen Shu listened intently, growing more and more puzzled, lifting her juice and frowning: "Your son-in-law?" "I haven't quite told you his name yet," Fu Xue said with a warm smile, "Yuanshi Tianzun! You must have heard of this ID—rising star of the Five Elements Alliance, reportedly still in college." As she said the words "Yuanshi Tianzun," her tone and expression carried a subtle sense of pride. "Poof!" Chen Shu sprayed her juice out. "Cough! Cough! Cough!" Chen Shu set down her juice and gasped, coughing hard. A female assistant nearby hurried over, offering her a tissue and a glass of water. He's already at Level Six? How could he have only reached Level Six? Chen Shu sat there, stunned, just as stunned as Fu Xue had been moments earlier. "Boss? Boss?" the assistant whispered. Chen Shu woke up as if from a dream, suddenly regaining her senses. She took a tissue, roughly wiping the juice from her mouth and chest, and said in a hurried tone, "Get the phone." The female assistant quickly pulled out the two phones from her pocket—one for business, one for personal use. Chen Shu grabbed the personal phone and dialed her son's number. "Sorry, we could not connect with the person you're trying to reach. Please try again later..." She frowned, then switched to the business phone and dialed her son again. "Sorry, we could not connect with the person you're trying to reach. Please try again later..." "Bring your phone here," Chen Shu instructed. The assistant handed over her own phone. But this time, the call still failed to connect. Chen Shu now knew for sure that her son had been refusing calls from unknown numbers. She gritted her teeth in frustration. "What's wrong?" Fu Xue asked again, her eyes full of suspicion, staring at her partner and close friend. "Nothing!" Chen Shu took a deep breath, regained her composure, and looked at her with a strange expression. "I never expected your son-in-law to be the Prime Immortal. I remember your daughter is now 27. Have you ever had a serious boyfriend before? Has her personal life been messy? Her temperament seems rather difficult—otherwise, she wouldn't have clashed with you. As for her talent, I wonder if it's truly sufficient to make the Fu family consider her for a marriage alliance. It seems rather ordinary." She looked frantic, getting up and saying, "On the partnership matter, think it over again. Once you've decided, call me. I have an important meeting this afternoon. I'll be leaving now." Without waiting for Fu Xue's response, she hurried off with her female assistant. Chen Shu walked several dozen meters and then dialed a number on her phone. The call took a while to connect, and the other end complained, "Though it's daytime on your end, you should occasionally consider time differences—don't always call me at night." Chen Shu was direct: "My son has reached Level Six?" "Ah? How could he have reached Level Six? He only became a Saint two months ago." ... Chen Shu's forehead, smooth and clear, now showed prominent veins of tension: "You still don't know? Can't you gather information properly? Can't you just stop being so incompetent? I'm already managing the Mutual Aid Society alone—my workload is enough!" A yawn came through on the other end. Chen Shu took a deep breath, suppressing her anger. "Since he's now at level six, according to our original agreement, you should find a way to send him abroad to take over the Jiujie Society." "It's not quite time yet. His promotion pace has exceeded our expectations—it's been an unexpected development. Based on my assessment, he should go abroad by the end of the year." "But he's already at level six." "Wait a little longer." ... "Shanhe Yongcun?" Master Sun's eyes softened, and he said calmly, "If you hadn't mentioned it, I'd have almost forgotten him. He's been back in the Spiritual Realm for over twenty years—what could there be to bring him up?" The Taimei Sect has existed for a century, and many of its elders who have returned to the spiritual realm are well-documented with names and records. Yet why has his record been specifically erased? Master Sun gently rocked the armchair. "I've been out of office for twenty years. You should go ask the Grand Elder—the young man has held power for half a century and still firmly controls the Sect's affairs." Ling Jun observed the elder seated in the armchair and said, "I heard from Victoria that you once had a close relationship with Shanhe Yongcun. When a close friend passed away, you could not have been unaware. You must certainly know that his records were erased." Master Sun closed his eyes and swayed with the armchair, as though he hadn't heard. Ling Jun stood up, took a few steps forward, and said solemnly, "Master Sun, among the elders, you are relatively young—like Victoria, you belong to the younger, vigorous generation. Twenty years ago, you were a senior elder with substantial authority." "Since I can remember, you've been living in this small courtyard, nurturing the family for over twenty years—since your forties until well into your sixties." Master Sun closed his eyes and settled into meditation. "Before I came, I checked your records. In 1999, you unexpectedly stepped down from your position, ceasing to manage the affairs of the sect and withdrawing from the power center. Since then, you've rarely left this courtyard. Just one month before you stepped down, Shanhé Yǒngshēng returned to the spiritual realm. That same year, all your adopted children perished in a fire, and now they reside as spirits within this locust tree." Ling Jun spoke with growing urgency and intensity, pressing his questions: "Master Sun, could you please tell me—why?" The night breeze rustled, yet the locust tree remained still, and the children's laughter had faded away. Master Sun opened his eyes, his pupils glowing with a molten golden hue, radiating an aura of commanding strength and fierce resolve. Ling Jun, who had been气势汹汹, now lost his balance, his knees giving way, and he collapsed against the trunk. "Who gave you permission to investigate those events from Master Sun’s molten gold eyes radiated an aura of authority and coldness. At this moment, his presence was powerful and commanding, like the war god of a blazing sun—worldly different from the frail old man in a shirt and shorts he had been earlier. Ling Jun gritted his teeth, resisting the dominion-level pressure, and said firmly, “My elder brother died under mysterious circumstances. I want to know the truth.” “Your elder brother…” Master Sun gradually drew back the golden light in his eyes, scoffing, “This isn’t something you’re meant to know.” “I want to know!” Ling Jun exhaled, feeling a great relief throughout his body. Master Sun chuckled coldly, “Even to uncover the cause of Ling Tuo’s death? You’re overreaching. You can barely withstand my presence.” He then turned toward the courtyard gate, “Don’t think that Victoria’s arrival will save you. I’m going to kill you right now—can she possibly stop me?” As Ling Jun prepared to speak, a sudden chill swept through him. Master Sun’s implication was clear: if he pursued the truth, he would face life-threatening danger, one that Victoria could not shield him from. Who in the Taimei Gate could possibly threaten the Master's son? The answer is clear. Ling Jun's expression grew serious, no longer his usual light and relaxed self. He murmured, "Did he kill the Seventeenth Brother and the Mountain-Heaven Everlasting Elder?" Senior Sun closed his eyes, swaying gently with the armchair. He nodded—impliedly. Why... Ling Jun opened his mouth, but the words stuck in his throat, unable to form. ... Fu Family Village. Zhang Yuanqing had given his bedroom to Lady Yin Yao and moved into Guan Ya's room, placing the soft, endearing crab plushie between his legs, ready to rest and replenish the energy and strength he had depleted in the quest. Suddenly, his phone rang. The caller was Jiang Yu'er. "Uncle?" Zhang Yuanqing answered. "Your mother just called me," came Jiang Yu'er's sweet voice, "She wanted to speak with you, but couldn't reach your number, so I told her you weren't at home." "What does Chen Shu want?" Zhang Yuanqing scoffed. "She asked about your girlfriend." "About my girlfriend..." Zhang Yuanqing furrowed his brows. Chen Shu simply didn't want to take care of her son, let alone her son's girlfriend. Moreover, she had blocked her own number, clearly indicating she didn't want to stay in touch—how could she have specifically reached out to her for anything related to her girlfriend? "Why are you asking about my girlfriend?" he asked. Jiang Yebi sneered, "Who knows? She said she wanted to find out what kind of person my girlfriend is. I told her she's a wealthy woman who loves young, handsome men and has been financially supporting you—now you're constantly exhausted trying to please older, more demanding women." "She got really upset and asked you to break up immediately," Jiang Yebi said. "Where are you? My aunt is coming to pick you up right now." "Right in the warm embrace of the wealthy woman," Zhang Yuanqing said, hanging up. Just as he was about to turn off the phone and go to sleep, it rang again—this time it was Fu Qingyang. "Boss?" "It's better for you to prepare the Yin Corpse at night, so I've already gathered the materials and stored them in our faction warehouse. Just remember to collect them." Fu Qingyang said calmly. "Thank you, boss." Zhang Yuanqing perked up.