I was just making up techniques... how did all of you become Emperors?

Mo Yu said, "You must not!"

Elder Bai exclaimed, "Baole, you're finally unable to resist coming out from seclusion!"

Both of their tones were filled with surprise. However, while Mo Yu's expression was one of deep concern, Elder Bai's face was full of anticipation.

Mo Yu looked seriously at Wang Baole and said, "Le'er, this matter is beyond your current ability to handle. You should remain in the mountains and continue cultivating. Leave this to your grandfather alone."

"Senior Brother, I must disagree."

Elder Bai stepped forward and said, "If you were going to face Tiandao Villa alone, then I would certainly try to stop you. But with Nephew Wang accompanying you, I believe we have a full ten parts certainty of resolving this."

"Huh???"

Mo Yu was confused by Elder Bai's words and blurted out, "Junior Brother Bai, are you saying that I, a dignified Nirvana-realm cultivator, am inferior to Baole, a mere True Fate cultivator?"

Elder Bai nodded solemnly. "That's right. Although you are a Nirvana cultivator, when it comes to dealing with Tiandao Villa, your role is not as significant as Nephew Wang's. You still haven't realized how powerful he truly is."

At that moment, Mo Yu felt like something was wrong with both his ears and his brain. No matter how he tried to understand it, he couldn't make sense of what Junior Brother Bai was saying.

After a while, he asked, "Le'er, are you planning to ask your master to intervene?"

"Tiandao Villa is hardly worth troubling my master."

Wang Baole replied confidently, "Grandfather, give me one year—no, give us one year to prepare. One year from now, we will go together and storm Tiandao Villa."

He paused, then took out a thousand-year spirit herb and a jade slip from his storage ring and handed them over.

"Grandfather, this is a gift I prepared for you. You left in such a hurry just now that I forgot to give it to you."

"You… how do you have such rare treasures?"

Mo Yu was momentarily stunned. Then, four words flashed through his mind, and he asked, "Don't tell me you went into the Taixu Secret Realm?"

Wang Baole replied, "That's right. This thousand-year spirit herb and this saint-grade blade technique were both obtained from the Taixu Secret Realm. With these two things, I believe you'll be able to break through in the coming year. By then, we'll be able to face our former enemies with dignity."

"Good… very good!"

Mo Yu looked at the treasures his grandson had given him and praised repeatedly. He had never expected that his grandson had already grown to this level, able to casually gift saint-grade techniques and thousand-year spirit herbs.

Elder Bai, meanwhile, asked curiously, "Nephew Wang, if I may be so bold—what method do you intend to use to return to Tiandao Villa?"

Wang Baole smiled and said, "Naturally, I'll announce it to the world, and then resolve the matter in broad daylight."

Mo Yu wanted to say something upon hearing this, but found he no longer knew what to say.

Why had the world changed so much in just a few short years of seclusion?

Elder Bai narrowed his eyes and said, "It seems that Nephew Wang doesn't intend merely to take back Tiandao Villa. He plans to make a name for himself across the land."

Wang Baole nodded. "That's right. Senior Brother is already widely recognized as the number one prodigy of his generation in Heaven Origin. Second Senior Brother is renowned for his Unrivaled Tyrant Fist. Third Senior Sister, though rarely taking action, earned the title of White-Clothed Zither Demon while still in the True Fate realm—her fame reaches far and wide.

As master's disciple, I, Wang Baole, cannot fall behind them."

The two elders present looked at Wang Baole's spirited demeanor and couldn't help but raise their thumbs in admiration.

Elder Bai sighed, "The younger generation is truly to be feared—truly admirable."

Mo Yu nodded as well. "Since you've made your decision, Le'er, then you shall take the lead this time. I will remain in Wendao City, awaiting your orders at any time."

Wang Baole smiled and said, "Grandfather, what are you saying? I should be following your arrangements."

Mo Yu said, "I'm getting old. It's time to leave the stage to you young people."

Half an hour later, Wang Baole left Elder Bai's courtyard and went directly to the Spell Academy to find Nangong Yu.

"Nangong, I need your help."

This was the first time Nangong Yu had seen Wang Baole speak to her so seriously. Instinctively, she responded, "There's no need to speak like this between us. Just tell me what you need."

Wang Baole said, "It's a long story…"

A moment later, Nangong Yu's expression also grew solemn. "I need to discuss this matter with the Emperor."

Wang Baole replied, "Of course."

After seeing Wang Baole off, Nangong Yu began writing a letter to her father. Not long after, she completed the letter and handed it to Elder Zhao to be sent back to the Great Yu Dynasty.

Elder Zhao asked, "Princess, do you think His Majesty will agree?"

Nangong Yu smiled and said, "Father will certainly agree. After all, who would refuse goodwill from a future saint—especially when the son of a saint becomes part of the Nangong family?"

At the same time, Wang Baole also explained the matter to Wang Yufei, asking her to request the Wang clan's patriarch to lend his support.

Wang Yufei didn't hesitate. The patriarch had previously instructed her to support Brother Baole fully, so she immediately sent a letter back to the family.

Wang Baole did not anxiously await a reply. Instead, he immersed himself in cultivation, eating even more than before.

Chu Feng observed Wang Baole's transformation over the past few months and couldn't help but smile faintly. As expected, people need motivation to put in effort.

In the blink of an eye—

Half a year passed quickly.

That morning, while Chu Feng was still asleep, he sensed a disturbance coming from the rear mountain.

He ignored it, rolled over, and continued sleeping.

By midday, when Chu Feng opened his eyes, a familiar voice echoed in his mind.

"Host's disciple Ye Beixuan has broken through to the True Fate realm and awakened a divine body—the Hongmeng Body. Host is rewarded with twenty years of cultivation and the Hongmeng Body reaches full mastery."

As the voice fell, Chu Feng immediately felt the spiritual energy within his body surge into his dantian, merging completely with the Hongmeng Purple Qi.

A few hours later, Chu Feng realized that all the spiritual energy in his body had transformed into Hongmeng Purple Qi.

"Hiss…"

Chu Feng drew in a sharp breath. "This Hongmeng Body is truly incredible! With this, won't I be able to manifest any technique I think of at will?"

Within Wendao Academy, when everyone saw the phenomenon rising from the direction of the Miscellaneous Dao Institute, they paused briefly, then returned to their own affairs.

Only Mo Yu, who had just come out of seclusion not long ago, stood in Elder Bai's courtyard with his mouth wide open, as if witnessing something unprecedented.

Elder Bai looked at Mo Yu's stunned expression and laughed. "Senior Brother, don't act like someone who's never seen the world. I saw sights like this every year a few years ago."

Mo Yu finally came to his senses. "Junior Brother Bai, are you joking with me?"

Elder Bai said, "Senior Brother, besides cultivation, do you not have any other hobbies? For the Miscellaneous Dao Institute, if a disciple breaks through to the True Fate realm without awakening a divine body, it's considered a failure by most."

Mo Yu: "…"

He was filled with frustration: Is diligent cultivation a fault now?

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