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Wenqing: "I understand. By the way, Master, how is that martial uncle doing now?"

The master smiled and said, "He's probably been sent to a mental hospital by now, hahaha."

Wenqing: "A mental hospital? Why?"

Master: "Now he tells everyone he meets that he is a ghost general and demands that they return his head. Do you think he should not go to a mental hospital?"

Wenqing: "I know, by the way! It seems your junior sister is planning to team up with the other senior uncles to cripple you, did you know that?"

Master: "I know, and I've handled it well."

Wenqing: "How are they?"

Master: "You went home and cried secretly, didn't you? Alright, you just woke up, don't talk so much. Take care of yourself quickly, there are still many things to do."

Wenqing: What is it, Master?

Master: "The Jun Clan is going to be reorganized again, and you'll be very busy from now on. Also, you should go and comfort your wife; she's been taking care of you day and night these past few days."

Wenqing: "She isn't..."

Master: "I said it is true. I told you this when you left the temple. Cherish her. Girls like her are hard to find." After saying this, the master walked out of the room.

After a while, Ya Xuan came in and looked at Wen Qing shyly. Wen Qing smiled shyly in return.

"That bastard over there, Yu Se, is yours to handle." Upon hearing his master's order, Yu Se didn't hesitate. He formed a hand seal and chanted a spell, and soon his whole body was enveloped in flames.

Master: "That's right, that's it. But just emitting flames won't be enough to defeat your junior brother. You have to blast the flames out in all directions to make them powerful."

Yu Se turned around and sat down in meditation. The flames around his body first shot upwards and then exploded at a high place. The mage who was fighting with Yu Se was hit by the flames and retreated dozens of feet.

Master: "Yu Se, this is the last one, no need to be so polite."

Yu Se picked up the whip and quickly approached the mage. He casually lashed the whip around the mage's neck and then pulled it back and forth, saying, "By order of the Ancestral Master, I will cleanse the sect."

As soon as Yu Se finished speaking, the monk was already unable to move. Seeing this, the master clapped his hands happily: "Yu Se, you have improved. If your junior brother has any problems next time, you will definitely shock him."

Yu Se: "Thank you, Master. But may I ask that you not dress up as Pikachu next time you go out?"

Master: "Wow! You mean I don't look good like this?"

Yu Se: "That's not what I meant." Before Yu Se could finish speaking, he saw his master begin to cast the Five Thunder Spell.

U-Se: "Oh no! Master's going to use 100,000 volts!" U-Se started running backwards, only to hear his master yelling behind him: "Pikachu! P ...

"Wenqing, I think I see another version of you," Yaxuan said, looking at Wenqing. "That was a person full of pride and confidence."

Wenqing: "You saw another version of me?"

Ya-xuan: "Yes, his hair is white. I think he's the one who saved my Xiao-zhen."

Wenqing: "How could you see another version of me?"

Ya-hsuan: "Perhaps it's your tears."

Wenqing: "My tears?"

Ya-xuan: "Hmm! It seems your master wasn't bluffing you, because I really saw another version of you."

Wenqing: "Now that you've seen it, you'll be able to write many stories like this in the future."

Ya-hsuan: "I don't want to write anymore."

Wenqing: "Why?"

Ya-hsuan: "Even if I write down what I see, I don't think anyone will believe me. I just want to have this world myself, and I don't need to explain anything to others."

Wenqing looked at Yaxuan, nodded, and smiled.

---hqszs

Reply [37]: (19) Breaking the Formation

"Boss, it's been a long time!" The white-haired young man smiled as he looked at his panicked boss.

Boss: "It's none of my business. I was just doing it according to your grandmaster's instructions."

White-haired boy: "Heh! I bet you were pretty smug back then, weren't you?"

The boss knew he was doomed today: "Young master, please spare me."

White-haired boy: "I really want to forgive you, but because of you I've done a lot of wrong things. If we don't settle things today, I don't think I'll ever forgive myself."

As soon as the white-haired youth finished speaking, he picked up the boss with one hand and dragged him towards a point of light. After passing the point of light, the two of them arrived in the real world. The white-haired youth asked, "Where should we start?" After thinking for a moment, the white-haired youth replied, "Let's start with your factory."

As soon as they finished speaking, the scene in front of them immediately transformed into the boss's factory. The white-haired youth said, "I think you should let your lackey burn it down yourself."

After the white-haired boy drew a talisman in the air, the factory workers, as if possessed, went to the back of the factory, grabbed a can of gasoline, and sprayed it all over the factory. After spraying it, they set it on fire. The factory owner, seeing this, started shouting, but no matter how much he shouted, his employees could not hear him.

The white-haired boy looked at the boss and said, "It must be very painful."

The boss began to beg for mercy: "Young master, please spare me, I'm begging you."

The white-haired boy smiled but did not answer, but the scene before them began to blur.

After a while, the two went to the company's office again. The white-haired boy looked at the boss and said, "If your employees took the false accounts you made to the tax office, what do you think you would do?"

The boss was startled and before he could speak, the white-haired boy had already finished drawing the talisman. After a while, the company manager, as if he had lost his soul, took all the company's account books and files from the computer and left.

The boss yelled, "Where are you going?! Come back here right now!"

White-haired boy: "No need to shout, he's just taking your documents to the tax office."

Boss: "You burned down the factory, and you've almost ruined the company. What more do you want?"

White-haired boy: "Hehe! The real show is about to begin."

After a while, the two arrived at a dimly lit room where a group of people were gambling. Needless to say, one of them was the boss's son.

The boss seemed to know what the white-haired boy was thinking: "Young master, you're enough to deal with me. Let my son go."

White-haired boy: "This has nothing to do with me. I just brought you here to see what your son is doing."

At this moment, the boss's son was facing off against his opponent. The boss's son had a pair of Kings, while his opponent's highest card was an Ace. After looking at both sides' cards, the boss breathed a sigh of relief. His son, on the other hand, casually gambled all the money on the table. But when the opponent revealed his cards, it was a pair of Aces.

The boss looked and yelled, "They're cheating! Did you see that?"

White-haired boy: "I know they're cheating, but I can't stop them, can I?"

At this moment, his son's opponent asked his son: "Hey! You've already lost over forty million today, do you still have money to gamble?"

The boss's son: "Hmph! Anyway, my dad has plenty of money."

The boss felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing this, but before he could finish speaking, the scene before him began to blur again.

Boss: "Young master, you've had your fun. Now it's time to let me go."

White-haired boy: "Let you go? Sure, you're penniless anyway."

Boss: "Don't be so arrogant, or I'll sue you."

White-haired boy: "Heh! You're going to tell the judge that my actions have harmed you like this? Will the judge believe you?"

The boss knew the white-haired boy was seeking revenge for the previous time when the law had been used to suppress him, so he stopped talking. Seeing this, the white-haired boy said, "Alright, I'll tell you a secret."

Boss: "What secret?"

White-haired boy: "You only have one year left to live. You should get ready to die. When you return to this world, I will come back to play with you."

Before the boss could answer, his consciousness began to blur again.

"I don't want to die! I don't want to die!" The boss woke up in a cold sweat, looking around but nothing seemed different.

Boss: "Thank goodness it was just a nightmare."

As soon as the boss finished speaking, the phone by the bed rang. Upon hearing the call, the boss froze, the phone slipping from his hand and falling to the floor. He muttered repeatedly, "It's over... the factory is on fire."

---hqszs

Reply [38]: 20) No thought breaks evil

"Wenqing, have you ever regretted becoming a member of the Jun family?" Yaxuan asked curiously.

Wenqing: "Why should I regret it?"

Ya-hsuan: "Because I feel like you live in a different world from us."

Wenqing: "That's what you think, isn't it? Whether it's this world or another, we're all just living our own lives."

Ya-hsuan: "Tomorrow is the day you establish the anti-cult organization. Are you excited?"

Wenqing: "It's alright, but I have my own ideas."

Ya-hsuan: "What are your thoughts?"

Wenqing: "Whether it is the Northern Ruler or the Southern Ruler, neither of these were created by my ancestor. Isn't the true lineage of rulers the one that returns to the era of unity between the North and the South?"

Ya-hsuan: "Maybe so." The two enjoyed the cool afternoon breeze in front of the temple, just watching quietly without saying much.

The next day, when the news of the establishment of the Heaven and Earth Destroying Evil Cult was reported, the teacher asked Wenqing a question: "Are you the Southern Lord or the Northern Lord?"

Wenqing answered affirmatively: "I am neither the Northern Lord nor the Southern Lord; I am a descendant of the Lord's family."

After hearing Wenqing's answer, the teacher was very satisfied and handed the Ancestral Master's Token to Wenqing, who knelt on the ground and accepted it with both hands.

The teacher gave the final instructions: "Once you receive the patriarch's decree, you represent the patriarch himself. You must do it well, understand?"

Wenqing nodded. At this moment, her master took a ruler and tapped Wenqing on the shoulder and head: "Wenqing, remember the rules of the sect. The future of the Junmen depends on you, understand?"

Wenqing: "I understand, Master."

Not many people attended the founding ceremony because Wenqing didn't want to make it like a temple fair; everything was done quietly and uneventfully.

White-haired boy: "I am you from another world, or you are me from another world. I think you have experienced the difference between them."

Wenqing: "Yes! I will live according to my own ideas."

The white-haired boy said, "Hehe, we have a long road ahead of us. Remember to believe in yourself, just like you believe in me." Wenqing nodded, and the two looked at each other and laughed heartily.

If people in this world no longer believe in themselves, then where is the self in the other world? Which of the two worlds is real? I don't know, but I do know that these two worlds are connected, and what connects them is the heart that is closest to me.