Sister, You Must Be Happy

Han Lin died without a sound.

Even after death, his soul was seized by Spirit Summoning and Dispatch.

Truly, not even death granted him peace.

He was undoubtedly stifled and anguished by this.

Unwilling to die like this, he said to Feng Baobao:

"I have a huge secret. As long as you let me go, I can share this great secret with you!"

Seeing that Feng Baobao ignored him, Han Lin added:

I know you possess the Soul Illumination Technique, and you even know Spirit Summoning and Dispatch. But my great secret cannot necessarily be opened even by an immortal in the flesh. If it is forcibly opened, the backlash will be so powerful that anyone would suffer a devastating loss. As long as you release me, I will tell you this great secret for free.

Don't you feel anything at all?

Unable to hold back, Zhang Chulan said, "Those so-called restrictions of yours are riddled with holes in my teacher's eyes. They aren't worth mentioning at all. From now on, you'd better honestly be a guardian spirit. Don't entertain thoughts you shouldn't have."

What did you just say?

Han Lin froze. As he carefully sensed himself, his expression changed drastically. He looked at Ji Shu in disbelief. Could this be your teacher? Wait, why does your teacher look so familiar? He... isn't he Ji Shu?!

He sucked in a sharp breath, his mind thrown into utter chaos.

Yet when he looked at Feng Baobao and the others, they seemed more and more familiar.

You're Ji Shu's wife, Feng Baobao? And you're Ji Shu's disciples, Xia He and Zhang Chulan?!

"You've got some discernment. That's right. I am the renowned Zhang Chulan, whose might shakes all directions!"

Zhang Chulan planted his hands on his hips smugly.

After Xia He smacked