Grandfather’s Divine Sense Transmission

Murong Shengqing nodded, smiling as he stroked the crane’s head. “Of course.” Animals capable of understanding human speech were spirit beasts; some of them were even more intelligent than people. Thus, Yun Feiyue saw no need to offend this mount and deftly changed the subject.

“Cousin, are you here for the Sky Martial Rankings?”

Given the Murong family’s lofty pride, it was hard to imagine him participating in such a competition. Yet, if not for the Sky Martial Rankings, what business would he have here at the Abyss of the Summit?

Her elder cousin’s face remained dark, still brooding over Yun Feiyue and Murong Shengqing addressing him as “cousin” in front of so many people.

Would the Prince of Cranes have to change his name to “Cousin” from now on?

“Brother, Cousin is asking you something.” Murong Shengqing tugged at Murong Fenghua’s sleeve when he saw he hadn’t replied.

Murong Fenghua finally snapped out of his daze, still wearing a sullen expression. Yet, to maintain his Daoist composure, he silently recited the Heart-Calming Mantra ten times, eventually regaining his poise. He forced his lips into a smile so warm it felt like a spring breeze.

“Cousin, what did you just say? Do you wish to duel me?”

Yun Feiyue’s mouth twitched involuntarily. Cousin, must you be so fake… Duel? She shook her head. She had no intention of being beaten by him again—the pain from their childhood matches still lingered.

“Cousin, I asked if you were participating in the Sky Martial Rankings?” If he was, she’d be sure to rally a group to teach him a lesson in the first round.

Murong Fenghua lifted his chin. “Since when does my Daoist family scramble for fame and fortune? I’m merely here as an invited judge…”

Yun Feiyue was instantly thrown into disarray. Her cousin had opposed her since childhood, and now as a judge, he certainly wouldn’t let her off easily. She immediately donned a bright smile. “Cousin, I heard you’re quite an expert in beauty and wellness. I know nothing about it and would love to discuss it with you.”

Murong Fenghua stared at her in bafflement. When had she developed interests to match his? And she seemed different from before.

In the past, no matter how many times he’d beaten her, she always acted cocky. This smiling, accommodating demeanor was unsettling—though he couldn’t quite pinpoint why.

At last, he replied, “I haven’t studied that in ages.”

Shengqing nodded vigorously. “Now Brother mainly studies weapons. Not long ago, Grandfather confiscated all his beauty and wellness research for himself. So, after suffering such a loss, Brother never studied it again…”

Even Yun Feiyue, with her strong mental fortitude, couldn’t help but twitch violently at the corners of her mouth. Just how shameless was this legendary grandfather of hers? She was very curious to see for herself.

At his age, was there really any need to focus on beauty and preservation?

Murong Fenghua turned aside, still smiling at Yun Feiyue. “Cousin, do you need anything else?”

Yun Feiyue slowly shook her head, narrowing her eyes into a cheerful smile. “No, if you want to go, then go!”

Only then did Murong Fenghua leave with Murong Shengqing.

Halfway down the road, Murong Shengqing suddenly returned and handed Yun Feiyue an item. “Inside here is Grandfather’s spiritual message. Take a look.”

A spiritual message? She didn’t quite understand, but it sounded rather sophisticated.

Yun Feiyue lightly tapped the stone called the spiritual message. Suddenly, the stone sprang to life, projecting an image before her eyes—like a moving picture, startling her into a jump.

She hadn’t expected such advanced things to exist in this world! Impressed, Yun Feiyue nodded in approval.

“My granddaughter!” In the image appeared an extraordinarily handsome man, clad in a flowing white robe embroidered at the edges with golden cloud motifs. His features were nearly perfect, with silver-green hair falling carelessly on either side of his face, and a faint smile played upon his lips.

“Your grandfather has spent many years in secluded cultivation, often for decades at a time, so I’ve never seen you. But your mother tells me you’ve gotten involved with someone from the Ghost Dao? This pains your grandfather greatly. Therefore, I’ve decided to teach you the advanced method of the Great Dao’s refinement. As long as you don’t follow in your mother’s disappointing footsteps and marry off, I’ll dote on you to the very end. After the Sky Martial Rankings, follow that foolish Fenghua to the Murong family.”

“Grandfather is going back to cultivate, so I won’t say more.”

The handsome grandfather gently smoothed his long hair at his waist, and Yun Feiyue glimpsed two beautiful women in the background entering with a platter of fruit.

“Immortal Lord, which lady are you charming now? Didn’t you promise to spend time with me…”

Click—the spiritual message abruptly ended.

Yun Feiyue’s hand trembled unconsciously… Grandfather, why are you like this? She was at a complete loss.

Yun Feng and Yun Hai were equally speechless, never having met their grandfather either. He looked so young and beautiful, hardly resembling a proper elder. Was Murong Fenghua just playing a trick on them?

“Yue’er, Grandfather summoning you seems off,” Yun Hai pondered aloud, for once using his head. “I heard Grandfather almost never meets people… Could it be because of the Red Lotus Token? I think we shouldn’t trust this too much. Daoist families rarely associate with our martial clans. Now that the Murong family wants you back, it can’t be anything good.”

Xiao Mumu nodded vigorously in agreement. “Mother, that old man looks lecherous—not at all like the real thing. But if he dares lay a hand on you, I’ll break both his legs.”

Luo Yunhuang, listening to their discussion, wore a changing expression before finally smiling sweetly. “I heard the Murong family’s Immortal Lord has always been this way—unchanged since ancient times. He and the Ghost King of the Underworld both studied under the same master. For years, they’ve been both rivals and allies—a very strange relationship.”

Yun Feiyue pondered this for a moment, then turned to look at Luo Yunhuang. How did she know such inside information?