Gu Tianxin received Cece's reply and was very happy. It had been a month since she last received a letter. The last time, Cece said she was accompanying her young master on an errand and rarely wrote back.

Gu Tianxin truly did not care about status or connections; as long as she liked someone, she would happily befriend them, sharing almost everything, if not for some matters which indeed required Uncle Fu's help, and some aspects that Uncle Fu needed to know. Otherwise, Gu Tianxin would not have wanted to let Uncle Fu see this.

Upon opening the letter this time, Gu Tianxin hurriedly called Uncle Fu over.

"Uncle Fu, look at this letter from Sister Cece."

Uncle Fu glanced at the content inside and immediately exclaimed,

"Impossible."

He then looked at Gu Tianxin, explaining solemnly,

"In Dali, there was once a record that during that generation, the White Sun Holy Mother advanced to the Primordial Spirit. Our Dali also had a senior of the Primordial Spirit Realm participate in the encirclement and suppression.

In that battle, no one held back, directly destroying the divinity and form of that generation's White Sun Holy Mother.

Among the seniors present at the time, there were as many as three seniors of the Primordial Spirit Realm.

There was absolutely no way anyone could have left a trace of life under the eyes of those three.

That generation of the White Sun Holy Mother must have been utterly and completely annihilated."

As he spoke, Uncle Fu fell silent, recalling that half a bottle of sweet rain Cece had sent earlier.

Something like this, which had never appeared before, had indeed appeared, and there might really be some special power that they were unaware of.

He really did not dare to assert anything as firmly as he would have in the past.

After thinking for a while, Uncle Fu said,

"Miss, I need to take this letter, and I'll return it to you once it's used. Is that okay?"

"Alright, just remember to return it to me when you're done."

Three days later, in the Eastern Palace of Dali.

The Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace sat across from an elder.

She personally poured tea for the elder opposite her, then pushed a stack of documents on the table toward him.

"Master, I've troubled you to come here. I have some doubts I'd like you to clarify."

"Your Highness is too polite. It's rare for something to make you hesitate."

The elder chuckled as he picked up the documents, while she explained from the side.

"These documents were obtained by a spy from the Shadow Department who went deep into Dazhen. They were just submitted today."

"And this letter was sent by another trustworthy person. The sender of the letter should have a connection with Jinlan Mountain, so it must be taken seriously."

The elder's eyes flickered upon glancing at the letter. He put down the documents in his hand, waved his hand lightly, and the letter floated in front of him.

The elder formed a sword with his fingers and lightly brushed across the surface of the letter, a barely perceptible yin qi appeared and then vanished without a trace in an instant.

The elder slightly furrowed his brow, wanting to speak, but hesitated about whether he should.

"This kind of yin qi is indeed related to Jinlan Mountain. However, Your Highness..."

"Master, Dazhen is plagued by the White Sun Evil Cult, but our Dali is not. I also have the latest scripture of the White Sun Evil Cult, also sent by the Shadow Department, which you may not have seen."

The elder opened the scripture and, after glancing at several pages, immediately stopped when he reached the content about the hungry ghosts. He looked up at the Crown Prince.

"Master, I once sent someone to deliver a book over there. It was originally intended as a goodwill gesture, and then not long after, this letter was sent back. I suspect the millions of hungry ghosts in the forbidden land of Jinlan Mountain may not be too pleased."

The elder did not reply, immediately inspecting those documents again, browsing swiftly.

The documents were merely the initial clues, testimonies, not organized, but the elder simply skimmed through them and immediately thought of the conclusions on the letter.

"Master, you must have finished by now. My doubts are precisely what I hope Master can clarify: is this possible?"

The elder frowned slightly. His mindset had also shifted somewhat recently. If it were before the appearance of the hungry ghosts, he would have firmly denied it, but now...

"We Dao Cultivators of the Lihuo Institute must keep pace with the times and not jump to conclusions. But as time goes on, we slowly become the people we used to look down upon."

The elder sighed, his expression somewhat complex.

"If before, I surely would've denied it categorically, but now, I dare not say it's impossible.

That White Sun Evil Cult, when slaughtered, is never-ending, like cockroaches, there's something strange about it indeed.

I recall, decades ago at the Lihuo Institute, there was a colleague who had once traveled far and wide researching the White Sun Evil Cult. Back then, he posited a theory, saying the next resurgence of the White Sun Evil Cult might not be far off.

But back then, that generation's White Sun Holy Mother, along with most of the high levels, were tricked into annihilation by a Dean of the Langya Institute. Everyone, including that generation's White Sun Holy Mother, was destroyed in both divinity and form, so nobody paid attention to such words."

The elder paused here, apologizing.

"Please excuse me, Your Highness."

The elder remained seated, and a stream of light flowed from within him. Moments later, it returned again, and in his hand appeared a sealed dossier.

Upon opening it, the elder promptly found what he was seeking.

"Indeed, decades ago, our Lihuo Institute already had someone who made a similar hypothesis, though at the time, nobody paid it any heed."

This was said quite tactfully...

To put it frankly, at the time, everyone thought this colleague was a Gua Pi who did not follow mainstream opinions and was being idiosyncratic.

Now, recently, having had their perceptions completely overturned once, those people could only comfort themselves while looking at this decades-old article, regaining some dignity.

Our Lihuo Institute is still awesome; we were just blind at the time.

The Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace, upon seeing this, also grasped the elder's stance.

"Master, whom do you think would be more suitable to dispatch in this situation?"

"Your Highness might already have someone in mind," the elder smiled, fully understanding that the reason for calling him here was actually to use his identity for endorsement. This always assertive Crown Prince had long made up her mind.

"Thank you, Master." The Crown Prince rose to her feet, expressing her gratitude, then took a jade bottle and a Jade Scroll from her sleeve, placing them on the table and pushing them toward the elder.

"Master, this item is called sweet rain, containing twenty drops. Please refer to the Jade Scroll for detailed instructions on its usage."

"Is there really such a thing?" The elder, upon examining the Jade Scroll, was quite startled. He quickly pushed the jade bottle back: "This... is too precious; I dare not accept it."

"Master," the Crown Prince smiled, pushing it back again: "You have been teaching me since I was little. This is just a small token of my filial respect. Do you want me to take it back?"

"This..." the elder shook his head with a wry smile: "Fine, fine, since I truly need this item, I will shamelessly accept it."

After the elder left, the Crown Prince took out another jade bottle, containing only slightly over a hundred drops of sweet rain.

She had secretly tested it once, confirming it to be a true divine item for Cultivators, a treasure invaluable and irresistible for Refining God Cultivators and Dao Cultivators.

And those hungry ghosts, too, because of this item, were no longer similar to ordinary ghosts.

Those non-cannibalistic, harmless hungry ghosts might eventually be recorded in the Law Code, protected by its regulations.

Holding such resources and with the king of hungry ghosts slumbering in Jinlan Mountain, it would be challenging to consider them enemies...

Moreover, she pondered, is the king of hungry ghosts truly asleep in Jinlan Mountain?

As this thought crossed her mind, the Crown Prince's expression changed slightly. She quickly reached out a finger to her brow, extinguishing this thought at once.

She stood up and instructed the female officer by her side,

"Deliver a message, let Afu go to Dazhen once, and at the same time, issue an order to the Western Desolation General: if there's any unusual movement at the southern border of Dazhen, after receiving a secret signal, he should immediately bring reinforcements, disregarding Dazhen's reaction.

As for the Shadow Department...

Forget it, better not interfere with the Shadow Department, else Father might not be pleased."

...

"Having money is really nice, Miss Gu's snacks are truly delicious.

They are crumbly and palatable, the filling is soft and melts, sweet infused with a rich fruity aroma, yet somehow not cloying at all.

Even the pastry crust, which surprisingly consists of fifty or sixty layers, is still thin enough and does not affect the taste at all; I truly don't know how it's made..."

Yu Ziqing praised continuously as he ate the snack, saying with sincerity that it was the best he had tasted since arriving, second only to beef jerky.

Talking about beef jerky made Yu Ziqing crave it again. Although Cece had previously bought a lot of beef and ready-made beef jerky, no matter how it was prepared, it never matched the taste he had encountered.

Had he not seen the uncut large chunk of beef himself, he would have suspected that the beef was all fake.

Though, in recent days, after coming to Dazhen, where killing cows is allowed, he had tasted quite a bit of beef. Yu Ziqing couldn't help pondering.

Is it possible that the beef jerky he had back then was actually made from fake beef?

The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed, especially since, whether it was Dali or Daqian, or even the former Wilderness, cattle were extremely valuable assets for the common people, potentially holding more importance than family members...

This became somewhat awkward; he didn't even know what that beef jerky was made of, apart from eliminating the possibility of white meat, as those hungry ghosts wouldn't send him white meat.

He had originally thought of getting a bit more of the same beef jerky, whether for eating or to see if it could serve as proof for job change.

But now, not even knowing the material...

Cece was beside him, seeing that Yu Ziqing seemed to really enjoy the box of snacks brought by Gu Tianxin, praised them in her return letter, saying the snacks were delicious, and the rice cake last time was also good. "I don't have much here, only a small local specialty to send you as a token of gratitude."

She then took out a small jade bottle, and from her own ration, carefully poured out twenty drops of sweet rain.

Unlike her young master, who was so generous as to give away half a bottle at once, she was much more cautious.

Even though this item was not of great value to her young master, and her young master also understood its worth to outsiders, it far underestimated its preciousness.

...

In the northern Wilderness, the White Sun Holy Mother, clad in white, with the High Priest Liu Xin, stood in a transparent halo shield, gazing into the distance at Jinlan Mountain and the encircling locust forest.

Nowadays, the locust forest, thanks to Yu Ziqing's original planting, plus her own expansion, stretched at its narrowest over dozens of miles.

The forbidden land of Jinlan Mountain in the Wilderness lived up to its name, and those ignorant Cultivators, passing by, deliberately avoided it.

After a long gaze, the White Sun Holy Mother nodded.

"Let's go, your revised scriptures are excellent, you may continue."