Chapter 1445: Chapter 61 Plotting against the True Demon_2

“Rest assured,” Qi Hongzhao laughed heartily, “Our Yinsha Sect may have fallen, but we still maintain some of the old connections with the Demonic Dynasty and the True Demon Palace. Besides, not everyone is pleased to see the direct disciple of the current Demon Lord ascend to power after he has been dominant for so long.”

“There’s still plenty of time. I will start paving the way for you now, so by the time you break through to the Divine Power Territory, everything should be nearly in place.”

Upon hearing this, Wang Longyan felt a surge of relief in her heart.

She never anticipated that her improved aptitude would lead to such consequences, and it was likely that even Shouzhe hadn’t foreseen this. She resolved to inform her family as soon as she returned, to give Shouzhe time to prepare in advance.

With that thought, she suddenly remembered something, “By the way, Master, since you intend to pave the way for your disciple, I would like to recommend someone to you. She is an expert in this area.”

“She is a disciple I met by chance during my worldly travels, a follower of the Purple Girl Yin Demon lineage from the Real Demon Palace. She dare not return to the Real Demon Palace after the betrayal by the Shadow Snake Demonic Princess and her followers, and is currently wandering about. I received a lot of help from her during my travels, and considering her awkward situation, I brought her back with me.”

“Very well, since you recommend her, I will certainly make good use of her,” Qi Hongzhao agreed without hesitation, “If need be, she can just conceal her identity.”

Right now, he was in a great mood, almost agreeing to anything Wang Longyan suggested. It wasn’t just about recommending someone; he might even agree on the spot if Wang Longyan asked to take over the role of Sect Master of the Yinsha Sect.

As they talked, the silhouettes of master and disciple gradually receded into the distance on the snowy ground.

The morning light bathed them both, as if casting a layer of gold upon them. From afar, they seemed to be enveloped in a halo of light, filled with hope.

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Wang Shouzhe was yet unaware of the events taking place at the Yinsha Sect.

But life within the Wang family carried on as usual.

To Wang Shouzhe, toiling to grow the family business was all about ensuring a better life for the clan members.

The Wang Family School was located on the banks of Zhuwei Lake, covered a vast area, and was blessed with beautiful surroundings and abundant spiritual energy.

The school was divided into elementary, middle, and higher education districts. Aside from the fixed quotas for members of the Wang family and allied Prominent Families, anyone accepted into the Wang Family School was either the cream of the crop among commoners or from lesser families.

Wang Fugui was riding on the Elementary Water Old Turtle to the Clan School Pier. With his hands clasped behind his back, he walked steadfastly toward the Middle Clan School area. Even though he was only ten years old, he had already been studying there for a year.

His steps were firm and precise, each one as if measured, his posture and expression conveying an inherent commanding presence, like a young Great Emperor walking among mortals.

“Young master Fugui, good morning,” “Young master Fugui, good morning.”

One after another, the spirited young men and women cast awed and reverent gazes upon Wang Fugui.

“One Hundred and Thirteenth Brother,” “One Hundred and Thirteenth Uncle,” “One Hundred and Thirteenth Grandfather,” “Fugui.”

These were the names his family members used for him.

And Wang Fugui nodded in response to each of them, always addressing the elders first. However, the school, due to its large population, did not encourage excessive socializing.

Otherwise, if relatives engaged in too much small talk, the whole day could pass with just that.

“Fugui, come here,” called a lively girl’s voice from a corner.

Wang Fugui’s expression stilled. At the corner of the garden, a lovely little sapling was waving its branches at him. Floating beside her was a cape with the strong scent of cream, firmly holding onto a large milk bottle, and a serious-looking rectangular military shield.

They were the new Dao-level Items “Wang Baoli” and the Divine Spiritual Treasure, Wang Tank.

As the eldest son of the main lineage of the Wang family and the legal heir to the family, Wang Fugui’s status was not to be taken lightly, and there were very few people who could intimidate him.

But the individual before him made Wang Fugui hurry over, bending over and nodding as he greeted, “Greetings to Grand Aunt Li Xian, and hello to Baoli and Tank.”

This beautiful sapling was one of Wang Lixian’s several clones, specifically assigned to oversee education at the Clan School.

It was unfortunate that she had watched generation after generation of students leave, yet she had still not graduated from Middle Clan School. Now, she had even ended up in the same class as Wang Fugui.

“This time during the monthly break, I spaced out and didn’t finish my homework. These homework assignments are now your responsibility,” said Wang Lixian as she dumped a pile of homework on Wang Fugui and tapped his shoulder with her tender branches, “This Old Ancestor has high hopes for you, don’t let me down.”

Wang Fugui’s face fell as he complained, “Old Ancestor, if Grandpa Old Ancestor finds out, I’ll be beaten to death.”

“How could Daddy possibly know?” countered Wang Lixian, placing her branches on her hips and looking around, “Baoli, would you report us?”

“Wuwuwu~” Wang Baoli shook violently, nearly throwing off his milk bottle.

“Tank, would you report us?”

“No, no, no, I wouldn’t,” Wang Tank shuddered with fear, quickly denying any such intention. Although loyal to his master, Miss Li Xian was one of his master’s beloved daughters. Offending her was out of the question – how would he then fit in at the Clan School?

Now, Wang Lixian was one of the two infamous old hands at the Wang Family School. Her prestige surpassed that of the other old hand, who often missed classes due to foraging for food.