Chapter 1 The Beginning

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I've forgotten almost everything from my childhood, and I don't quite remember the levels of spirit servants. But since Grandpa values the basement so much, the level of the guardian spirit servant can't be low, most likely the Ruler stage.

Thinking of this, Zhao Chenghuang simply picked up his phone and sent a message to Yuanshi Tianzun, "I need an item to temporarily restrain a Ruler-level spirit servant."

Yuanshi Tianzun immediately replied, "If it's just restraint, I'll draw a few Po Sha Talismans for you. In ten minutes, go to the gang warehouse to collect them."

Ten minutes later, Zhao Chenghuang opened the gang warehouse, found the Po Sha Talismans, and immediately got up and walked to the west house. That was where Grandpa piled up sundries and discarded materials.

Pushing open the long-sealed wooden door, a faint musty smell wafted into his nostrils. The utility room was filled with old objects from more than ten years ago, as well as materials left over from refining Yin Corpse spirit servants that had lost their nature.

He even saw the wooden sword toy gun he played with as a child, and the skateboard he snatched from Sun Miaomiao. These things were covered with a thin layer of broken ash, as if sealed by the years.

Zhao Chenghuang stepped into the room, striding and jumping in the messy space, leaving behind pairs of footprints.

Soon he came to a corner of the room, pried open a tin partition, and saw a square entrance, a steep cement staircase.

Zhao Chenghuang jumped into the cellar entrance and landed lightly in a narrow passage. The passage was dark, but in the eyes of the Night Watchman (Ye You Shen), it was clear.

The four walls of the passage were plastered with cement, which was mottled, revealing layers of locust tree roots.

He strode forward and quickly walked through the ten-meter passage, stopping at a simple wooden door. He vaguely remembered there was such a wooden door when he was a child.

It was already in disrepair at that time, and now it was even more decayed, but Zhao Chenghuang knew that the wooden door was just decoration. It was the spirit servant that guarded the basement.

As soon as he approached the wooden door, a strong, gloomy Yin energy overflowed from the crack. A rotten, ferocious white-eyed ghost face emerged on the decayed wooden door.

"No entry!" The voice echoed in Zhao Chenghuang's ears, cold and ethereal, with a deadly oppression and malice.

Zhao Chenghuang took out a talisman, and slapped it on the door. Bright and clear golden light lit up, illuminating the dark and cold underground space. The ghost face at the door roared angrily and disintegrated in the golden light.

Zhao Chenghuang pinched a new talisman between his fingers, hesitated for a few seconds, gritted his teeth, and pushed open the dilapidated wooden door.

Just then, Zhao Changlao's stern voice came from behind, "What are you doing?"

For a moment, Zhao Chenghuang felt a chill down his spine, a sense of impending disaster, but he quickly suppressed his emotional fluctuations.

Turning his head and looking back at the white-haired, stern-looking Grandpa, he replied, "Nothing, just coming down to take a look."

Zhao Changlao stared at him coldly. "I told you before, don't enter the basement."

Zhao Chenghuang clearly saw a trace of anger in Grandpa's eyes. Cold sweat quietly broke out on his forehead, and he quickly said, "I know, I know."

Zhao Changlao's expression softened slightly, and he nodded slightly. "You've been away from home for a few months, and your cultivation has greatly improved. What level are you now? How much experience?"

Zhao Chenghuang respectfully said, "Level 5, 80 experience."

Zhao Changlao said with satisfaction, "Before June next year, it won't be difficult to reach level 6. It takes a year to go from level 5 to level 6, which is the promotion speed of top geniuses. However, it's not so easy to become a Ruler. Many geniuses are stuck at level 6 for five or ten years. It's common."

"Chenghuang, you have to be mentally prepared and don't be impatient. Next, Grandpa will help you refine a level 6 Yin Corpse spirit servant and teach you some Taiyin spells. When you can get the Taiyin blessing through the Night Watch, you can be promoted to Ruler."

He seemed to have become a strict elder teaching again. Zhao Chenghuang took a deep breath.

"I will remember your teachings, Grandpa. I'll go back and rest first." Zhao Chenghuang turned into starlight and left the passage.

After he left the quadrangle courtyard, Zhao Changlao walked to the edge of the wooden door and touched the slightly hot Sun Force of the Taiyi School. Yuanshi Tianzun?

Withdrawing his hand, he said in a deep voice, "Did Chenghuang peek inside?"

A hideous and ugly white-eyed ghost spirit emerged: "No."

Zhao Changlao's expression relaxed.

"Mysterious basement..."

Fujiawan, Villa. Zhang Yuanqing received Zhao Chenghuang's reply and immediately frowned.

If there is evidence that Zhao Changlao is a Fallen in the basement, and there is a Ruler-level spirit servant, but which Ruler of the Taiyi School would make a basement, which is equivalent to creating self-exposing evidence, which may be exposed one day due to an accident.

Zhang Yuanqing, who has dealt with the Fallen a lot, immediately denied Zhao Chenghuang's guess. No matter what is in the basement, it has nothing to do with the Fallen, maybe it is Zhao Changlao's own secret.

His original intention in revealing this matter to Zhao Chenghuang was to let him go to Grandpa himself and ask him about the Xizhou Alliance.

Even if Zhao Changlao is really a Fallen, in order not to be suspected, he would take the initiative to reveal some information when faced with his great-grandson's inquiry.

Zhao Chenghuang would not be in any danger. As a result, because of the basement, Zhao Chenghuang scared himself and didn't dare to mention it.

"This Xiao Zhao, can't handle even a trivial matter. I'd better go myself and ask Lao Zhao clearly." Zhang Yuanqing typed a message and replied to Zhao Chenghuang!

I will personally come to Beijing tomorrow. Tonight, he will host a banquet in Fu Qingyang's villa, inviting his Yin friends to participate, to welcome Guan Ya and Tianxia Guihuo and wash away the dust. After the banquet, he will also actively communicate with his girlfriend whom he has not seen for many days about the great philosophy of creating life.

As soon as he put down his phone, he heard a "ding-dong" again. He checked and it was a message from Asano Ryo.

Asano Ryo euphemistically expressed in the message that the Chizuru Group wanted to take back the Yata Mirror.

When did I take your Yata Mirror? Zhang Yuanqing replied: Spilled water cannot be recovered!

Spilled water cannot be recovered. Asano Ryo's Chinese is only at the entry level, and she has a vague understanding of this idiom.

She sent a message tentatively and deeply, "Yuanshi-kun, does spilled water refer to the Yata Mirror?"

Or is it nuclear wastewater? Zhang Yuanqing complained in his heart and did not answer her.

Staff were arranging the party in the lush green courtyard. The banquet will invite senior deacons from Songhai, friends from official organizations, and senior leaders from folk organizations.

It is both a welcome for Guan Ya and Tianxia Guihuo, and Zhang Yuanqing's first public appearance.

At the same time, the banquet is a test of the evil camp.

Zhang Yuanqing wanted to see if the Nan faction would take the opportunity to retaliate against him and how strong his murderous intention was. To prevent accidents, Zhang Yuanqing asked his cousin and uncle to watch secretly.

The dog Changlao's zoo can be moved over at any time, plus a group of Rulers, the safety factor is very high.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Zhang Yuanqing, waiting at the entrance of the villa, welcomed the first batch, led by a middle-aged man in a beige suit with a delicate beard on the corner of his mouth. He held a cane in his hand, stepped on shiny leather shoes, and was refined and elegant from head to toe. It was Li Dongze.

Behind Dongze were his old colleague Wang Su, who had slight social anxiety, and a young woman with slightly curly brown hair and very delicate makeup.

"Oh, God, my old leader, you are still as elegant as ever." Zhang Yuanqing greeted him with a smile.

Dongze patted him on the shoulder with emotion: "Now you are the best."

He turned to look at the little girl behind him and introduced, "She is a new spirit realm ID Xiao Lingmo from Group Two. She is your fan."

After watching Li Dongze and the three enter the villa, Zhang Yuanqing saw a business car parked on the side of the road, and Miao Teng and Ling Jun appeared.

"I don't remember inviting you." Zhang Yuanqing opened his arms and hugged his teacher.

"Wherever there is a gathering, there are beauties, and there is me." Ling Jun suddenly gritted his teeth: "I'm here to settle accounts with Fu Qingyang. He told me that you were in the Killing Instance. I might already be a Ruler."

What's the difference between a Saint and a Ruler for you? Well, you can try to sleep with Ruler-level women. Zhang Yuanqing slandered in his heart, Ling Jun turned his head and showed a smile to Miao Teng'er: "Teng'er sister, long time no see, you are getting more and more beautiful."

Miao Teng'er, who was delicate and refined, gave a forced smile. She looked around and saw that there was no one around, and whispered, "I heard from my grandfather that the Demon Lord's obsession once descended on the Killing Instance, and used your body to quell the disaster of moral values?"

Zhang Yuanqing restrained his smile and said seriously, "What do you want to say?"

Miao Teng'er took a deep breath, "Did, did he mention me? Did he ask you to bring me any words?"

Foolish child, Zhang Yuanqing sighed silently. The Demon Lord's obsession did not even talk to Yin Ji, let alone communicate with the gods, let alone you.

He said in a deep voice, "Teng'er, that's just a wisp of obsession, an obsession formed by unwillingness, hatred, and anger..."

Miao Teng'er understood what he meant, and the beauty on her face could not hide her disappointment. Ling Jun spread his hands towards Zhang Yuanqing, his face also full of helplessness.

At nine o'clock, watching more and more guests arrive, in addition to the colleagues from Songhai, Hua Yu, Xia Shu Zhilian, and Elder Gao Feng from the neighboring Jiangnan Province also came to join in the fun.

Elder Gao Feng, wearing a mountaineering suit, with a slightly high hairline, and exuding a poor aura, Zhang Yuanqing's heart was full of security.

In addition, Xie Lingxi, who had been a good girl in the Xie family for a month, finally threw herself into the arms of her Yuanshi brother.

In the interweaving of light, Zhang Yuanqing was unsurprisingly surrounded by Yingying Yanyan, showing a heterosexual relationship that made people jealous.

"Damn it, Yuanshi Tianzun is so popular with women. Isn't my Xiahou Aotian more handsome than him? Isn't he richer than him?" Xiahou Aotian was drunk alone and wanted to find someone to accompany him.

Tianxia Guihuo sighed: "I originally wanted to see Guan Ya and those women vying for jealousy, but there are too many opposite sexes around Yuanshi Tianzun, Guan Ya will instead show a generous attitude, no need to envy."

Ling Jun walked over with a goblet and said, "Yuanshi Tianzun, this is a peach blossom evil, not a good thing."

"Indeed." Xiahou Aotian nodded, "His fate is very strange."

Ling Jun was stunned: "How do you say?"

"When I practiced divination a few days ago, I calculated a divination for him. The first time I calculated that his life was flawed, the second time I calculated that he was normal, and the third time I calculated that he would die young."

Xiahou Aotian shrugged: "Anyway, the three results are different. I feel like I'm not calculating one person, but three people."

Ling Jun said in surprise: "Then have you told him about this?"

Xiahou Aotian shook his head, "Divination is not exhaustive, words are not fully spoken, otherwise you will be condemned by heaven."

"Then why are you telling us this?" Tianxia Guihuo gave a caring look to the mentally retarded.

Xiahou Aotian froze and said, "Then you pretend you don't know."

Envy, jealousy, coveted admiration, desire. Zhang Yuanqing walked through the crowd, breathing with a goblet, sensing that most of the envy and jealousy came from men, and the admiration, coveting and lust came from women.

He repeatedly encountered unbearable gazes from men and gazes from women today. Just then, he suddenly sensed a pure malice, fleeting.

Zhang Yuanqing's heart trembled, and following the malice, he saw a waiter in a burgundy vest walking towards the bathroom with his head down.

There are really some small fish and shrimps mixed in. He handed the goblet to a passing waiter who cared for him and strode towards the public bathroom in the corner of the courtyard. He passed through the cobblestone path and entered the rather spacious men's bathroom.

The waiter in the burgundy vest was standing quietly at the urinal, facing the door. When he saw Yuanshi Tianzun coming in, he showed a strange smile: "You are going to die!"