Yu Ziqing put down his hand, feeling a bit helpless.

It seemed Uncle Fu indeed had something urgent.

Earlier, Uncle Fu said that since he was fine, he would leave first.

Later, he mentioned that he felt like someone was watching, feeling a bit malicious, so he first escorted him back.

As for why it was just a feeling, Uncle Fu said he wasn't sure either. To be safe, he could only assume it was true.

Of course, Uncle Fu said this because he wasn't sure whether the Heart Demon was telling the truth or not.

Additionally, the Heart Demon was just short of making a vow, shouting until Uncle Fu was dizzy, insisting that Uncle Fu not mention the words "Heart Demon" in front of Yu Ziqing.

Uncle Fu couldn't reveal the truth.

Now at the doorstep, Uncle Fu left, and Yu Ziqing didn't think much of it, assuming Uncle Fu indeed had an urgent matter.

Who could think that the Devil Thought, after a few small almsgivings, did not take advantage of the situation to be completely eradicated, causing the aggressive and resentful parts of the Devil Thought to be forcibly cut away.

Now this Devil Thought had grown into a Heart Demon, less crazy, less aggressive, more rational, more ambitious, quite different from the previous Devils.

Generally, once the Devil Thought was suppressed and the body was reclaimed, unless Uncle Fu drew it out again, the Devil Thought couldn't stir up trouble.

Besides, Yu Ziqing had given Uncle Fu enough sweet rain, so when he returned to Almsgiving Town, he could use a bit more at once to eradicate the Devil Thought.

Yu Ziqing wouldn't have thought that it was just a timid Heart Demon who was so scared of going to Jinlan Mountain that it was about to wet itself.

Well-acquainted and having been through demonic encounters, Uncle Fu had never seen or heard of such a thing, much less Yu Ziqing.

Upon arrival, Wu Shuangge landed first and went back to report.

Yu Ziqing was afraid that if he entered with the White Jade Flying Boat so ostentatiously, the villagers might forcibly shoot it down.

Back when Old Yang was a mortal, he managed to trap the White Sun Holy Mother of that generation along with a bunch of Evil Dao practitioners.

Now purely with his physical body, he could spar with the village chief, and with a heap of materials in his hands, shooting down a White Jade Flying Boat wouldn't be difficult.

Destroying such an expensive White Jade Flying Boat would be a pity.

After a moment, receiving the signal, Yu Ziqing saw in the sky ahead, a ripple faintly spreading out, as if an invisible barrier in mid-air parted to make way for him.

"Well, has Old Yang's formation been set up?"

The Flying Boat landed, and Old Yang was the first to come up, quickly inspecting it from top to bottom.

After one incense stick's time, Old Yang jumped off the Flying Boat.

"No problem, but where did you get this White Jade Flying Boat? I remember these things, the Sky Sect doesn't sell them out."

"Your information is outdated. This White Jade Flying Boat is indeed sold by the Sky Sect.

The Lei Clan of Dazhen just bought it, and then gave it to me."

Old Yang's expression was a bit strange; he didn't ask further, knowing that something must have happened recently.

Otherwise, the Lei Clan must be crazy to give such a valuable White Jade Flying Boat to Yu Ziqing.

Yu Ziqing couldn't even afford the Spirit Jade needed for the Flying Boat.

Yu Ziqing returned so quickly, the village chief was the happiest.

He held a half-withered leaf in one hand and a small needle in the other, swiftly embroidering a flower on the leaf.

The village chief didn't want to prevent Yu Ziqing from going out; he was just happy to see his child return unharmed.

After the routine big feast ended, Yu Ziqing drilled into the secret room set up by Old Yang.

The family wasn't aware of the big events happening outside, so Yu Ziqing selectively and roughly mentioned them.

Of course, he didn't dare say he intentionally fished for trouble.

After recounting his journey's experiences, he took out the No. 3 Seventh Floor ring and tossed it to Old Yang.

"I got an extra one, you take it. That way, if something happens, we can directly contact each other."

Old Yang ignored the Seventh Floor ring, scrutinizing Yu Ziqing from head to toe.

"In the future, there are some things you shouldn't even tell me. Once you leave this secret room, never mention the Great Divine Power again.

That Great Divine Power is one of the core secrets of Jinlan Mountain. Using it once is highly costly and extremely difficult.

Next time, don't take the risk voluntarily."

Yu Ziqing didn't mention the intentional fishing, claiming instead that thieves targeted him and he was unprepared.

Such things, Old Yang could see at a glance, were just Yu Ziqing's nonsense.

This audacious fellow, once he goes crazy, no one can stop him.

But things were already over, and it was useless to say more than a word of caution.

"When Uncle Fu returned, he said someone was watching me maliciously, but he also said he didn't sense anyone.

I don't believe that a Great Cultivator who has been through demonic experiences would have illusions; I also never believe in illusions.

Plus, the strange behavior of King Huai at his death.

Therefore, when Lei Yu offered to give me the things from King Huai Mansion, I dared not accept anything."

Old Yang nodded in agreement with Yu Ziqing's caution.

"Don't doubt your judgment, someone must be behind this.

The situation in the Dazhen Divine Dynasty is different from Dali and Daqian.

Emperor Zhen holds a central position, but many places are fiefdoms of princes, also governed by princes.

That's why King Xiang could rebel and fight for so long without ending.

King Huai, quite renowned, was always focused on management, the wealthiest among all Dazhen's princes.

Even the wealth of Emperor Zhen's Treasury may not surpass that of King Huai."