[Book: The Broken Temple Has Immortals. Main text. Author: Snow Fills the Forest]
Tang Changsheng had vanished without a sound. The more Purple Manifestation True Person thought about it, the more it felt like a naked slap in the face—a deliberate challenge to him.
Though no one had seen it happen, his face still burned with humiliation.
"I refuse to believe you can run that far, brat!"
He gritted his teeth, pulled out another Talisman, lit it, and flung it to the ground. "Four-Wilds Patrol, appear before me!"
The Talisman landed without going out. It turned into a ghostly blue light that burned coldly against the ground. Moments later, a Ghost God emerged from the glow and knelt respectfully. "This humble servant answers your summons, exalted immortal!"
"Search everything within ten miles and find someone for me!" Purple Manifestation True Person snarled.
"As you command!"
Tang Changsheng knew nothing of what had happened. He had not spent long in the Immortal Realm this time, but events there had twisted and surged unpredictably.
Back on peaceful Yin and Yang Mountain, he felt for a moment as though a lifetime had passed.
A light rain was falling on Yin and Yang Mountain again. The Southern Seas were rainy and humid; there was nothing unusual about that.
It was morning, and several disciples stood outside the General's Temple practicing their breathing. They were performing the Sun Body-Washing Method, the foundational exercise Tang Changsheng had practiced since childhood. The sight felt especially dear to him now.
The disciples were so intent on their practice that they did not notice Tang Changsheng appearing like a ghost.
He nodded repeatedly as he watched. With Qi Refining Pills to aid their cultivation, these disciples were gradually making considerable progress.
Cui Zhengfei's progress was especially swift. Tang