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When Wang Yue saw Yuan Qingshan, he was a little curious. Puzzled, he asked, "You're practically glowing with immortal energy. When did you ascend?"
Yuan Qingshan tensed when he saw Wang Yue. He felt that he was always down on his luck—or perhaps Wang Yue had him completely under his thumb. Wherever Yuan Qingshan went, Wang Yue showed up.
He bowed respectfully to Wang Yue before answering solemnly, "Human Emperor, I came at the True Martial Great Emperor's behest to speak with His Majesty."
Seeing that Yuan Qingshan still seemed nervous, Wang Yue had a rough idea why. He found it rather amusing and asked curiously, "The Buddhist, Taoist, and Confucian families in Heaven are locked in a struggle. Confucianism is dominant, while Taoism and Buddhism are constantly at odds. Why would the Great Emperor still have time to send you down here? What is this really about?"
Yuan Qingshan sighed and said helplessly, "It's embarrassing to admit, but ever since the Jade Emperor ascended with a host of immortals, Confucianism has gradually gained the upper hand in Heaven.
"To save the Taoist sect, the True Martial Great Emperor descended to travel the mortal world. But he never expected that the part of his soul he sent down would be slain by you, Your Majesty.
"So the True Martial Great Emperor came down to ask for your help in reclaiming the source of his soul."
Seeing Yuan Qingshan's timid plea, Wang Yue shook his head. "Daoist Priest Yuan, you're too close to the matter to see it clearly!"
Yuan Qingshan froze for a moment, then asked in confusion, "Please enlighten me, Your Majesty."
Seeing that Yuan Qingshan genuinely didn't understand, Wang Yue smiled and recited an incantation. A black figure, wreathed in baleful energy,