Celestial Master Zhang took off his headphones, stroked his long, white beard, closed his eyes and pondered for a long time, then a flash of inspiration struck him, “I remember it’s almost time for this year’s grand ceremony.”

The Celestial Masters Mansion holds a grand ceremony every ten years, during which countless Daoist practitioners and social celebrities attend.

Liang Weiping was speechless. “Master, the ceremony is about to begin. I just told you the process yesterday. How could you forget again?”

Celestial Master Zhang: “…”

Yesterday, he teamed up with his friends to run a very difficult dungeon. His little apprentice was talking in his ear, but he really didn’t hear him.

He was not so capable as to multitask.

He coughed lightly, looked away somewhat awkwardly, and said in an authoritative voice, “Don’t worry about such trivial matters. Have you invited our young friend? If not, please remember to do so.”

Liang Weiping nodded and said, “I’ve already invited them.”

If it were before, such an obscure Daoist temple would naturally not be on the Celestial Masters Mansion’s invitation list, but now, their status was rising steadily, their online reputation even surpassing that of well-known Taoist temples. They definitely needed to be invited to the grand ceremony.

“That’s good.” Celestial Master Zhang picked up his headphones again. “Go on with your work.”

Seeing his expression, Liang Weiping looked helpless and advised, “Master, games are fun, but you can’t overdo it.”

In his youth, Celestial Master Zhang was exceptionally talented and renowned in the field. He subdued countless evil sects and eliminated numerous malevolent spirits, earning him international fame.

As he grew older, he rarely took action, yet his legend continued to circulate in the martial arts world.

Liang Weiping once entered the tutelage of Celestial Master Zhang with high hopes, believing that his master was otherworldly, aloof, and ethereal.

As a result, he looked like a sage, but inside he was no different from a child.

Oh no, that’s just a stereotype about children. Some kids weren’t even as addicted to online games as this master of his.

In order to prevent Celestial Master Zhang’s image from collapsing, his disciple had to cover for him. He really sacrificed so much.

Celestial Master Zhang stroked his beard, his smile kind, “I know you’re worried about my health, but don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.”

Upon hearing this, Liang Weiping had no choice but to say no more and took his leave.

Celestial Master Zhang took out his phone and sent a message to An Rugu: [Will you be attending the once-in-a-decade grand ceremony, my young friend? (☆▽☆)]

………..

At the Cloud Rise Temple far away.

After receiving the message, An Rugu thought for a moment and replied: [Thank you very much for the kind invitation, Celestial Master. I will definitely be there on time.]

Celestial Master Zhang: [I’ll definitely arrange the best spot for you then~]

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After exchanging a few words with the other person, An Rugu put down her phone.

Suddenly, the air surged violently, as if space itself had been torn apart, and a folded document appeared on the table next to her.

A ghostly aura clung to the folding paper; it felt strangely familiar.

She picked it up and saw that it was indeed a memorial from the King of the Underworld.

Upon opening it, intricate bird-insect seal script came into view.

She sat alone in the chair, flipping through the folding paper for a long time before closing the book and falling into deep thought.

That Green Mountain Ghost King was indeed a mid-level figure in the Underworld, usually diligent and hardworking, with excellent relationships with his colleagues and a stellar reputation. But in private, he was completely different.

He was probably worried about being exposed, so he took the initiative to cooperate with the people of Youdu, hiding himself behind the scenes and acting as the mastermind, letting others do things for him. Only after he had successfully cultivated his yin-yang body did he feel safe to come to the human world.

Before he could enjoy his triumph for long, he was struck by lightning and his soul was scattered.

She petitioned the King of Hell to have all the pieces of the Ghost King’s scattered souls destroyed, leaving him no chance whatsoever to rise again.

Only that way could one’s heart feel at ease.

Fortunately, Lord Yan said that his soul had been completely cleaved away, and the Green Mountain Ghost King was no more.

At the Green Mountain Ghost King’s command, half of the ghosts in Nancheng were summoned to deal with her, but in the end, they only benefited her.

She didn’t need to go through all that trouble to search for ghosts in the nooks and crannies of Nancheng; she simply sent them all to the Underworld in one go.

She has been promoted to a third-level official of the Underworld, with her power and position rising steadily.

Because of her merit in killing this traitor, Lord Yan, the King of Hell, gave her another sum of ghost money.

She thought that if she continued to work hard now, life after death wouldn’t be so bad.

… … translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

Three days later, An Rugu, wearing a black coat and carrying a suitcase, stepped out of Cloud Rise Temple.

“Are you really not taking me?” The little jiangshi peeked out from the door frame, her fluffy head sticking out. “I can help you fight ghosts.

“I’m very powerful.” She waved her fist at the air, baring her teeth and looking fierce.

She was exquisitely beautiful and had such a solicitous manner; if the Su parents were here, they would probably be completely smitten. They would have done anything for her, even pluck the stars from the sky for her.

However, An Rugu remained unmoved, her expression even somewhat indifferent, “I don’t need your help with this. Just do your homework.”

After spending these past few days together, she finally understood matters clearly.

Like many children, this child disliked studying and had countless excuses not to read.

She didn’t actually want to go ghost hunting with her; she just didn’t want to do her homework.

“……All right.”

The little jiangshi pouted, looking aggrieved, her shoulders slumped as she trudged slowly towards her room.

As a jiangshi, she was already not very agile when walking, and by deliberately slowing down, she was practically crawling like a tortoise.

“Wait.”

The little jiangshi opened her eyes wide and immediately turned around. “I’m ready!”

She knew it; this lady would never want to part with her.

However, An Rugu only said quietly, “If there’s anything you can’t solve, talk to that older sister first. If that doesn’t work, call me.”

Little Jiangshi: “…”

What a disappointment!

… …

An Ruguo carried her things, turned around and left the Daoist temple, the view of her back slender and dashing.

It was said that countless people from the profound realm of Daoism would attend that grand ceremony, and even some reclusive families would send members.

After all, the Celestial Masters Mansion was a renowned leader of the righteous path, a position that has remained unchanged for thousands of years and was deeply ingrained in people’s hearts.

She had consulted the ancient books of Cloud Rise Temple but could not find the function of the living red threads that resembled gu grubs. 

She planned to ask someone about it at the grand ceremony.

The little jiangshi was overthinking things.

If she really took her there, it wouldn’t be jiangshi fighting ghosts, but humans fighting jiangshi.

I Livestream Divination to the World translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

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