Beyond the Nascent Soul Stage

Deep within Yellow Maple Valley, a newly renovated grand hall gleamed brilliantly beneath the sunlight.

The hall doors silently slid open a crack, and a hunched figure wearing the faded robes of a Yellow Maple Valley Outer Sect Disciple quietly walked inside.

The newcomer was none other than Xiang Zhili, whom Fang Yu had summoned.

Xiang Zhili raised his cloudy old eyes and looked toward Fang Yu, who sat in the head seat at the front of the hall, dressed in a moon-white robe with Golden Light concealed within it. A faint, imperceptible glint flashed through his murky gaze.

His wrinkled lips moved slightly, as though he intended to perform the grand salute of a Qi Refining Stage disciple meeting a Nascent Soul Ancestor.

"Holy shit!"

The "Ancestor Fang" on the seat reacted with astonishing speed.

Golden Light flashed, and Fang Yu became a blurred afterimage as he practically sprang off the throne.

Before Xiang Zhili could bend at the waist, Fang Yu had already rushed in front of him. He looked like some low-level clerk welcoming a superior on an inspection tour.

Then came a sight enough to shatter any observer's Dao Heart and reconstruct their worldview—this newly ascended Nascent Soul Ancestor, Yellow Maple Valley's towering pillar, actually gave a small "worthless old man" at the Qi Refining Stage a respectful, solid bow!

"You mustn't, you mustn't! Please, come this way! Sit here!"

Fang Yu spoke in a flurry as he swiftly stepped aside and, with utterly natural—almost eager—courtesy, gestured for Xiang Zhili to take a nearby rosewood armchair cushioned with soft padding.

The ease of his movements and the humility of his attitude made it seem as though Fang Yu were the Outer Sect Disciple, while Xiang Zhili was the Nascent Soul Ancestor seated above the clouds.

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