The Soldier King Becomes a Useless Little Girl

Chapter 1079 - 1074: The Terrifying Origin of the Corpse King

The Zen Room reverted back to tranquility.

Suddenly, a soft sigh echoed.

"Master Fengxi, why do you insist on helping such a person?"

An elderly, frail figure abruptly appeared.

"Is President Mu dissatisfied with my arrangement?"

Monk Fengxi smiled gently, without a trace of displeasure in his expression.

With a bitter smile, the desolate-looking President Mu said,

"I dare not; if it weren’t for Master Fengxi, I could hardly preserve my residual soul and see my granddaughter one last time."

President Mu expressed his gratitude.

He had a brief acquaintance with Monk Fengxi.

That day, after sacrificing himself to Black Water Lake, he couldn’t let go of his granddaughter Mu Jin and had been wandering by the lakeside.

It was thanks to Monk Fengxi passing by and saving his residual soul that prevented him from becoming a wandering ghost.

In recent days, he hid in Taichang Temple, gradually recovering his Divine Soul, and today, he got the chance to visit his granddaughter Mu Jin.

Although the child couldn’t see him, seeing her strong and finding a place to belong, President Mu was content.

His only worry was Tu Suxia, who succeeded his position.

This person was no good sort. The Longteng Spiritual Cuisine Master Association, although it lacked powerful spiritual cuisine masters, had remained independent of the Three Main Countries for many years, operating oppositely. President Mu feared that Tu Suxia’s appearance would disrupt Longteng’s spiritual cuisine industry.

"President Mu need not worry. If Tu Suxia keeps his promise, he will survive, but if he doesn’t, that holy light which can save him can also deal with him."

Monk Fengxi chuckled, sipping the clear tea before him.

President Mu couldn’t help but be taken aback.

Although the other spoke lightly, the implication was clear...

To President Mu’s surprise, such a person existed within Taichang Temple.

No wonder Taichang Holy Institute produced such talent.

"My wish is fulfilled, I should be leaving. Thank you, Master, for your care these days."

President Mu bowed respectfully.

"President Mu, there’s one thing you haven’t told me. Who healed your injuries?"

Monk Fengxi asked casually.

"This..."

President Mu was taken aback.

President Mu had been injured in his early years and had consulted Monk Fengxi.

Besides being a cultivation sacred ground, Taichang Temple is also a holy site for medical skill.

His brief acquaintance with Monk Fengxi was because of seeking treatment.

At that time, Monk Fengxi was at a loss to treat his injuries.

"President Mu still wishes to shield the person? Although they healed your injuries, the method used was not ordinary. Even though you’ve died long ago, a trace of Fu Tian Pill lingers within you."

Monk Fengxi gazed intently at President Mu.

The latter’s expression shifted slightly, mingled with surprise.

"The scent of Fu Tian Pill?"

It was President Mu’s first time hearing about Fu Tian Pill.

The one who saved him was clearly Xin Lin.

President Mu didn’t rashly disclose the identity of the new leader because he didn’t know if he’d cause trouble for Xin Lin.

He had heard about the auction event at Taoyao Pavilion.

Though uncertain what transpired that night, during his visit to his granddaughter, he listened to the conversation between his granddaughter and Ma Jingtian and learned that Taoyao Pavilion was now under Xin Lin’s control.

Once the rumors settle down, Xin Lin will assume a new identity and reside in Taoyao Pavilion.

Thus, it is evident that the auction event at Taoyao Pavilion must be related to Xin Lin, and the stacks of Netherworld Coins are surely tied to Xin Lin, too.