The Four Bright Gongbin Yuanjun was cast into reincarnation by Xuan Ningzi's casual wave of the hand, collecting its corporeal body left in the world, and also seizing the Twelve Demon Gods and Six Paths of Reincarnation.

At the scene.

The Earth Immortals were as silent as cicadas in winter, not daring to utter a sound or make a move.

Among them, the Earth Immortals of the Eternal Youth Sect and Primordial Monarch Palace knew Xuan Ningzi's capabilities, aware of this person's overwhelming power. Ignoring for now the method of communicating with the Six Paths and forcibly casting a Heavenly Immortal Primordial Lord into reincarnation. Just the twelve Demon Gods alone are not easily dealt with, understanding there's no escape.

Daring not to make any rash movements.

As for Lin Feng's side.

Although each was severely injured, they could tell that this person was here to rescue them. Therefore, they were merely curious about this woman's identity but not alarmed.

Xuan Ningzi descended.

Landing right in front of Lin Feng.

Lin Feng endured his injuries, stood up, and was about to salute Xuan Ningzi with cupped fists.

Xuan Ningzi hurried to hold him up, smiling: "Teacher sent me here to assist all fellow senior brothers and sisters, I dare not accept such grand gestures from Senior Brother Lin Feng."

"Senior Brother?!"

Lin Feng looked at the woman before him, sensing her profound aura, momentarily stunned: "Elder——"

"Teacher bestowed upon me the Dao title 'Xuan Ningzi'."

"Senior Brother Lin Feng can just call me 'Xuan Ning' or 'Junior Sister'."

Xuan Ningzi helped Lin Feng up.

Then addressing the others who were struggling to stand like Longevity Daoist and Lin Ye, calling each one 'Senior Brother' or 'Senior Sister'.

A Heavenly Immortal person.

Even such a formidable Heavenly Immortal is their Junior Sister?!

Indeed, there is difference in rank.

The world's arrangement differs.

Even though Xuan Ningzi was humble, Lin Feng and others felt a bit uneasy, smiling awkwardly, not daring to be presumptuous, appearing somewhat estranged.

"Senior Brother?"

"Junior Sister?!"

From afar.

Shangchun Daoist and others wore extremely unpleasant expressions.

Seeing the newcomer addressing Lin Feng and others as senior brothers and sisters, they realized this was also a disciple of Tianpeng True Monarch, making each even more apprehensive. They remained as quiet as possible to avoid drawing attention.

Thoughts racing rapidly.

Hoping this fearsome individual would leave soon, hoping for reinforcements to arrive quickly!

Lin Feng and the others for the moment paid no mind to those Earth Immortals, hesitating for a moment, seeing Xuan Ningzi's peaceful demeanor, couldn't help but ask: "Four Bright Gongbin Yuanjun——"

"Cast into reincarnation."

"I wonder into which path they have entered."

Xuan Ningzi raised the golden wheel in her hand slightly, smiling as she spoke.

As she stated.

She glanced around.

Seeing the seven people before her, realizing one was missing. Looking around, she finally noticed a Black Robed Man struggling to stand from the ground, covered in dirt, peering over cautiously.

Somewhat disheveled.

Somewhat restrained.

Somewhat afraid.

Appearing out of place.

Seemingly hesitating whether to approach or not.

Upon seeing this, Xuan Ningzi quickly made her way through the crowd.

Taking a few quick strides.

Heading toward the Black Robed Man.

Fu Daoist stood afar, watching the person conversing with Lin Feng and others, feeling gratitude within his heart.

However, moments ago battling with the Eternal Youth Sect's True Immortal, the 'Five Decays Method' erupted multiple times on him. His head and body were filthy, sweat trickled from his armpits, and he exuded a strong odor of sour sweat mixed with a rancid stench.

Causing revulsion.

Thus he hesitated.

He dared not approach, fearing to offend the immortal.

So he merely watched from afar.

Yet at this moment.

Fu Daoist saw the immortal bypassing the crowd, striding toward him, instantly panicking, hurrying forward two steps to stand firm, bowing deeply toward Xuan Ningzi, and declared: "Thank you, Immortal, for the gracious life-saving rescue!"

He bowed to the ground.

Head buried deep.

Smelling the strange odor on his body, feeling both shame and dread.

Amidst his anxious thoughts, suddenly he felt both arms being lifted by someone.

"Immortal."

Supported by a gentle force, Fu Daoist stood up smoothly, realizing it was 'Xuan Ning Immortal' who had quietly approached him.

Not only was she in close proximity, those jade hands unbothered by the foul stench and filth, lifting his arms.

"This——"

"This——"

Fu Daoist didn't expect this situation, momentarily forgetting both fear and shame, staring blankly at this self-proclaimed 'Xuan Ningzi' immortal before him.

Still hadn't regained his senses.

Seeing Xuan Ning Immortal retreat two steps, then bending at the waist to bow back toward him, speaking——

"Junior Sister Xuan Ning, pays respect to Senior Brother!"

Once the words fell.

All around was silent.

Fu Daoist was even more frozen in place, mind buzzing.

...

Upper Heaven Palace.

Tongming Hall.

A Divine Officer hurriedly arrived, reaching the hall, seeking out Sa Heavenly Master, crying out: "Old Heavenly Master, our Primordial Monarch has been cast into reincarnation by someone, life or death unknown. Within the Primordial Monarch Palace, the 'Thunderbolt Cloud General' and three other Generals were also captured by villains! Please, Old Heavenly Master, seek justice!"

"What?"

"Is there really such a matter?!"

Sa Heavenly Master's face changed, quickly using his fingers to calculate. Moments later, he erupted with fury: "How dare they deceive me?!"

That calculation.

Naturally revealed, all the heavenly mechanisms regarding Four Bright Gongbin Yuanjun were entirely shrouded by someone.

Clearly, having been entrapped and plotted against.

How could he not be enraged?!

Sa Heavenly Master's eyes flared with fire, coldly speaking to the Divine Officer: "Recount the cause and effect carefully. If there's any falsehood, I'll know, and don't blame me for flaying you alive, grinding your bones, and banishing your soul to Nine Nether, ensuring you never escape endless torment!"

Sa Heavenly Master was evidently extremely angry and enraged.

A stomach full of wrath, spilling slightly, pouring onto the Divine Officer before him.

"Spare me, Heavenly Master!"

"Spare me, Heavenly Master!"

The terrified Divine Officer shivered all over.

Bang bang bang!

Kneeling on the ground, continually kowtowing.

Daring not to falsify even slightly, he hurriedly relayed all the occurrences in the Dragon Mountain territory.

After listening, the Heavenly Master's fury rose higher: "So it's Tianpeng, it's you, indeed!"

Immediately rising, he called out: "Fetch my Magic Artifact at once!"

A shout.

Then a young boy received the order to go fetch the Ancestor Master's Magic Artifact, which was the 'Five Bright Demon-suppressing Fan'.

"Tianpeng."

"I just want to have a match with you!"

The Heavenly Master wielded the fan, and strode like a meteor out of the Tongming Hall. He manipulated wind and thunder within a close distance, heading straight for the Tianhe.

...

Tianhe.

A group of people rode the clouds, and each had a different expression on their face.

The Fu Daoist, clad in a white robe, revealed a resolute face; the gloom had mostly been swept away, and the filth and stench on his body had already been washed away, leaving him refreshed.

However, on his face, in his eyes, there was still a sense of bewilderment.

He could not have imagined it.

All these years of hardship, the pain unworthy of recalling, moments ago envying Lin Feng and others, to now unexpectedly transform, becoming a Disciple of the Tianpeng True Monarch.

Furthermore, not just any ordinary disciple, but the foremost among the several dozens of direct disciples of Tianpeng True Monarch.

In the Heavenly Immortal Realm, even 'Xuan Ningzi', who had just cast Four Bright Gongbin Yuanjun into the cycle of reincarnation, would respectfully address him as 'Senior Brother'.

The Longevity Daoist, Lin Feng, Lin Ye and other geniuses among the Earth Immortals would no longer call him 'Fellow Daoist Fu', but likewise address him as 'Senior Brother'.

The Fu Daoist was bewildered, feeling as though he was stepping on a cloud.

Of course.

He was indeed riding on a cloud at this moment.

Somewhat feeling unreal.

"Was there a mistake?"

The Fu Daoist felt guilty, anxious, and a bit apprehensive, rather than delighted. Uneasy at heart, he dared not speak a word, nor converse with these 'Junior Brothers' and 'Junior Sisters'.

Worried it was a mistake.

Afraid of making a fool of himself.

After all.

He had just asked Xuan Ningzi, who, calling herself 'Junior Sister', shook her head, unable to give an explanation.

The Fu Daoist was naturally worried.

Not only the Fu Daoist.

The others, including Xuan Ningzi, were all amazed.

It wasn't disbelief in the Fu Daoist being the 'Senior Brother', but rather curious how a main disciple could find himself in such dire straits.

They had all witnessed the Fu Daoist's previous embarrassing and pitiable condition.

And experienced the Dao practice of the Fu Daoist.

Regardless of the Cultivation Techniques he practiced or the spells he mastered, none had any inheritance to speak of, completely a stray path, entirely different from these disciples.

No wonder Lin Ye, Longevity Daoist and this Senior Brother hadn't expected it despite their prolonged contact.

Not only them.

Even the Iron Feather Daoist, who was the closest and most familiar with the Fu Daoist, hadn't imagined that this friend of his actually bore such a status.

Yet he had some speculations, seeing the Fu Daoist bewildered and uneasy, he secretly transmitted: "The disciples under the Marshal often come from different Lower Realms, each prevails under the Marshal when at their weakest. The Marshal must have visited Red Smoke Realm, having had a Master-Disciple relationship with you, perhaps even before Longevity Daoist and others, which explains why you lead among many disciples."

The Iron Feather Daoist spoke.

Sorting out his thoughts, there was some certainty in his heart, he rejoiced for the Fu Daoist, and was somewhat envious.

Once leaping the Dragon Gate,

becoming a True Monarch's disciple, what future worries on the Dao path could there be?!

Meanwhile he also thought of himself, thought of the twelve Dutian Fierce Fire God Flags—

"The Dutian Fierce Fire God Flag was refined by the Fiery Fire Demon, having emerged for over ten millenniums, its whereabouts unknown. Ultimately it fell into the hands of the Fufeng Mountain God, who bestowed the Supreme Treasure to our Luo Fu Sword Sect upon his death."

"But the Dutian Fierce Fire God Flag in Marshal's disciples' hands, though more refined, clearly shares the same lineage as our Luo Fu Sword Sect's."

"Let me think."

"What was the Fufeng Mountain God called?"

The Iron Feather Daoist frowned deeply, finally recalling: "It seems, it was 'Lu Qingfeng'."

"Lu Qingfeng."

"Lu Qingfeng."

The Iron Feather Daoist muttered, and suddenly an inspiration streaked through his mind, paralyzing his whole body: "Lu Qingfeng! Lu! Lu! It's the surname Lu!"

Gulp!

The Iron Feather Daoist gulped.

In the Tianpeng Water Mansion, Marshal had a son and a daughter, named 'Lu Xiao' and 'Lu Yao', both bore the surname 'Lu'?!

"Could it be—"

Understanding dawned in a moment.

Previously baffled, why this 'Qingjing Saint' regarded him so highly, treated no less than direct disciples.

Now it seemed answers were surfacing.

Thoughts whirled.

Leave it aside.

Looking before him, he saw the Fu Daoist's expression change as well, as if incredulous, much like himself moments ago. He must have grasped the key.

"Good."

"Good indeed!"

The Iron Feather Daoist's mind relaxed, and he laughed suddenly.

...

Tianpeng Water Mansion.

The Fu Daoist, Longevity Daoist, Xuan Ningzi and other disciples, along with Iron Feather Daoist and Si Tuqian, filed in, led directly into Tianpeng Hall by a Divine Officer.

Tianpeng True Monarch and his wife 'Ao Le' sat at the top.

Besides them.

In the hall were also Lu Xiao, Lu Yao, and Xuan Yu.

The crowd entered.

Each bowed, addressing: "True Monarch."

Then they saluted Ao Le, each addressing her respectfully as 'Madam'.

In this Tianhe, many posts in the North Pole Exorcism Institute were vacant. Upon Ao Le's arrival, she was granted the position of 'Right Judge'.

And the Longevity Daoist and other disciples all held positions as generals in Tianhe, thus, regardless of private emotions, addressed Teacher and Mistress as 'True Monarch' and 'Madam'.

Only Xuan Ningzi.

Not yet given a position, she respectfully bowed toward Lu Qingfeng at the top, calling: "Teacher."

Then she looked at Ao Le, guessing her identity.

Yet she dared not speak rashly.

Lu Yao, being clever, having already conversed with Xuan Yu Zi, guessed Xuan Ningzi's identity, spoke: "Sister Xuan Ningzi, this is my mother, you may call her 'Master Mother'."

Xuan Ningzi heard this, hurriedly saluted Ao Le, calling: "Greetings, Master Mother!"

Then looked at Lu Yao.

Now was not the moment for words, she merely smiled at the young girl to express her gratitude.

Lu Yao grinned back.

Lu Qingfeng watched his disciples return safely, nodded, and without urgently inquiring about Dragon Mountain affairs, his eyes fell on the trembling, head-lowered white-robed Daoist, and gently said: "Wang Li, you are not in Tianhe for a position, like your Junior Sister Xuan Ningzi, you may call me 'Master', 'Master Mother'."

Wang Li!

For tens of thousands of years he hadn't used that name, hearing it now, the Fu Daoist felt as if struck by lightning.

Looking at the Tianpeng True Monarch atop.

Long ago.

Memories from when he first began his cultivation surged up.

His heart ached.

All the past hardships flooded his heart, overwhelming him to the point he couldn't control his emotions, he knelt in the hall, bowing his head to the ground, choking with sobs: "Disciple Wang Li, pays respect to Master!"