Exiled Immortal Reappears

When Wang Qi left the Yangshen Pavilion outpost, the sun had already tilted westward.

At first, Liu Huanfeng asked a few questions. After confirming Zhen Chanzi's intentions, she kept using spells to examine his soul. Wang Qi counted—this woman had used over two hundred spells in succession and gathered more than a thousand kinds of data.

Only then did Wang Qi marvel that she truly was a professional.

After leaving the Yangshen Pavilion outpost, Zhen Chanzi remained absent-minded, as though his entire worldview was being rebuilt after a disaster.

Wang Qi had dug him out of the earth around ten years ago, and Wang Qi had only been a Modern Dharma Cultivator for seven. In those seven years, Zhen Chanzi had experienced more worldview reconstruction than he had in the previous ten thousand.

But this time, someone had overturned his worldview with words alone.

"Hey, hey, old man, you don't need to be this depressed..." Wang Qi shook his head. "I mean, your situation isn't really that terrible, right? It's just a bloodline issue!"

"It's only a little awkward." Zhen Chanzi felt that the strange feeling in his heart was truly beyond description. Still, he was a Mahayana Stage cultivator, a man one step away from becoming immortal. He soon got over this hurdle. Before long, he began worrying once more about his future body—most importantly, its potential. He asked Wang Qi, "You said, that body of mine..."

"They told you all the possible adverse consequences, and you agreed to it entirely of your own free will, right?" Wang Qi asked in return.

A proper Sky Spirit Ridge Grandmaster was naturally different from Wang Qi, the "shame of the Dao Seed." At the very least, they had genuinely upheld the two most basic principles: informed consent.

Zhen Chanzi was still