Chapter 100: Reunion

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The video began.

On a 29-inch screen shimmering with spiritual energy, Fan Li first saw Xiang Ning’s nostrils due to the camera angle.

“Ah!”

As expected, women are naturally vain. Xiang Ning immediately noticed the awkward angle.

She covered her nose and stepped back, then quickly repositioned herself.

The angle: from above, looking down.

The figure: centered.

The shot: perfect.

Fan Li yawned, waiting for Xiang Ning to settle before asking, “Does Your Majesty have business with me?”

“Yes!” Xiang Ning remembered the important matter and hurriedly said, “I have urgent intelligence just revealed to me by Master Qingqiu!”

“Oh?”

Fan Li perked up, sitting upright with an attentive expression.

Xiang Ning stiffened her face and said seriously, “Three divine beasts descended from the heavens, each landing within the borders of Chu, Ming, and Han.”

“Uh...?”

Fan Li’s expression faltered. He looked down at the little white cat asleep in his arms, then back at Xiang Ning.

“You don’t believe me?!” Xiang Ning urged anxiously. “Master Qingqiu is the Sovereign of the Pure Land; her words could never be false.”

“It’s not that I don’t believe you.”

Fan Li scratched his nose.

“I already knew.”

“Our great Chu has the Imperial Observatory, capable of watching celestial phenomena by night. Have you forgotten, Your Majesty?”

Xiang Ning was stunned for a moment, then her delicate face flushed deeply.

“I-I-I... I have intelligence you don’t know!”

“The emperors of Ming and Han have both already tamed their country’s divine beasts.”

“Blessed by Heaven’s Dao, the fortunes of those two emperors have risen, and their cultivation has accelerated.”

“If Xiang Chong also tames Chu’s divine beast, let’s see how you’ll handle it then! Hmph!”

She spoke rapidly, then glared at Fan Li triumphantly.

Yet her almond-shaped eyes, full of spring’s warmth, lacked bite and were quite charming.

“Xiang Chong? He won’t have the chance,” Fan Li shook his head.

Without hesitation, he lifted the drowsy little white cat from his arms.

“Huh? When did the Minister start keeping a cat? I never knew! Such a cute little thing—hold it carefully, don’t let it fall.”

Fan Li was speechless. Do women have no resistance to anything cute?

Just moments ago, she was urgently warning him, and now she only remembers the kitten?

“Your Majesty, this is the divine beast descended from heaven. I just tamed it,” Fan Li explained truthfully.

“Oh, so that’s it? So cute, I want to pet it too... Hey, hey, hey!?”

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In the video, Xiang Ning suddenly screamed several times, then went blank.

The ancestors of Chu watch from above?

The great ancestor Overlord watches from on high?

Unfilial descendant Xiang Ning, you lost the heavenly guardian divine beast?

I am guilty, I deserve death, and after I die, I shall not have a place of honor in the royal ancestral hall!

“Fan Li! Why do you always have to snatch things from me?” Xiang Ning said with tears in her voice. “Do you really want to rebel and be emperor?”

“No, no,” Fan Li said innocently. “This little beast came right to me; I just tamed it in passing.”

“Don’t call it a little beast! Doesn’t it have a name?” Xiang Ning grew angrier.

Fan Li honestly shook his head. “No, it doesn’t have a name. Should I give it one?”

“No! At least let me name it!”

At last, through Xiang Ning’s hysterical outburst, she won the right to name the divine beast.

Fan Li thought to himself: The other two divine beasts are called the Vermilion Bird of Ming and the Black Tortoise; this little one is probably a White Tiger, right?

If only the Wu Zui horse could be dyed green, would that complete the Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise—the four symbols?

“It shall be called Tuan Tuan!” Xiang Ning’s girlish voice came through the Dust Fate necklace.

Fan Li was speechless.

So knowledge changes destiny, huh? A perfectly respectable White Tiger of the Four Symbols is now named Tuan Tuan?

“Wu?”

Tuan Tuan was gently placed on the desk by Fan Li and slowly woke.

It looked at Fan Li, then at Xiang Ning, its furry, adorable face showing confusion.

The expression seemed to say: Why does the emperor’s fate have two holders? Did this beast come to the wrong person?

“You’re called Tuan Tuan,” Fan Li said, pointing at Xiang Ning. “She said so.”

“Awou!?”

The little beast reacted strongly.

It repeatedly tapped the desk with its front paws as if protesting, refusing to accept a name that didn’t reflect the dignity of a divine beast.

“Minister, look! It really likes the name!” Xiang Ning said happily.

Fan Li rolled his eyes.

What did she just call me? She’s so happy she’s spilling her true thoughts.

And which eye of hers saw that the White Tiger divine beast liked such a silly name?

“Minister... ahem, can you take good care of it? Don’t let Tuan Tuan go hungry,” Xiang Ning said worriedly.

“Your Majesty, rest assured. The Fan family is wealthier than a nation; raising a divine beast is no problem,” Fan Li replied casually.

But Xiang Ning gritted her teeth and said, “Yes, the Fan family is wealthier than a nation!”

Women’s tempers truly change faster than flipping a book.

The angrier Xiang Ning got, the more she wanted to end the call.

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Suddenly disconnected, Fan Li was left baffled, still not knowing how he had offended her again.

“Master.”

A clear, cold voice drifted like the wind from outside the Jiangshan Pavilion.

As the voice fell, a graceful figure appeared before Fan Li—it was Wu Zui.

“Your injuries have healed?” Fan Li asked.

“Yes.”

Wu Zui had been wounded by the six holy masters of the Pure Land of Buddhist Sound, skilled in qin, chess, calligraphy, painting, sword, and arrow. But thanks to the powerful physique of the dragon clan and the continuous supply of high-grade elixirs from the Fan family pharmacy, her wounds had been healed in the shortest time.

“I caused you injury. In the future, I will personally eradicate the Pure Land of Buddhist Sound to avenge you,” Fan Li said.

Though his tone was calm, it was a weighty promise.

The Pure Land of Buddhist Sound and Fan Li had long been locked in mortal enmity. How dare they abduct Xiang Ning and injure Wu Zui?

“Thank you, Master,” Wu Zui nodded without doubt in his promise.

Fan Li was only a seventh-rank Qi Refining cultivator, but so what?

He could mobilize the entire resources of Chu!

Moreover, Han might soon become his ally!

Wu Zui had participated in the battle that killed the Blood Phoenix Sovereign. She knew better than anyone how vulnerable a solitary Grand Ascension cultivator was before Fan Li.

“By the way, here, take this.”

Fan Li casually tossed something. Wu Zui carefully caught it with both hands.

She looked down and saw a furry little living creature, clearly a young beast with strong spiritual energy.

“Master, I’m not hungry,” Wu Zui answered honestly.

Fan Li: “???”

What kind of talk is that?

Tuan Tuan is so adorable; how could Wu Zui associate it with food?

“This is the divine beast descended from heaven, entrusted to you to raise—not for food!”

“Awou...”

Tuan Tuan seemed to realize something. It curled up trembling fearfully in Wu Zui’s palm.

Divine beast descended from heaven or not, it was only a first-rank Transforming Spirit. Before the Grand Ascension Wu Zui, it was as insignificant as an ant.

Wu Zui frowned and said, “Master, I am already Chu’s guardian divine beast, personally retrieved by you from Black Dragon Pool...”

Was she implying she was being replaced?

Wu Zui had always hated two things above all: being abandoned and being replaced.

When the Overlord of Chu ascended, he abandoned her in Black Dragon Pool, leaving her with a thousand years of unresolved bitterness.

Now, Fan Li wanted to use a heavenly divine beast to replace her?