Within the Daoist Sect, a person’s life, death, and soul all originate and conclude in the Dou Mansion. Hence, the first month of pregnancy is called "Embryo," the second month "Fetus," the third month "Soul," and the fourth month "Spirit," all under Beidou’s soul-engraving technique. After death, people return to Beidou, thus transcending to divinity is terd "Stars Sinking in Beidou."
Dou, is where one acquires Lifebound Yuan Chen.
For this reason, the Beidou Seven Stars is extrely important in the Daoist Sect.
The Wang Family hails from the Worshiping Star Sect, their Daoist Skill is vast and unfathomable. In terms of power, they are not inferior to the Xiong Family; in Yujing, they are considered first-rate.
"Among large clans, gatherings of the younger generation are common, considered as mutual learning and exchange." Xiong Qianqiu said calmly.
Originally, this was Xiong Qianshan’s matter. Even if his brother died, it should be Xiong Qianqiu who stepped forward, as her strength could maintain the scene.
However, now that her cultivation is abolished, and Xiong Ba has gained the clan’s recognition, it’s a good opportunity for him to gain experience and grow.
"Brother Fan, so I wish to invite you along, to help hold the fort." Xiong Ba stated his purpose.
"He wasn’t even a direct disciple before; most people from the Wang Family probably don’t know him." Xiong Qianqiu said calmly.
That’s why she ca along, though helpless with lost cultivation; in case of unexpected events, she would be powerless, only able to stare blankly.
"I understand." Zhang Fan nodded: "No problem."
Xiong Sanqi had ntioned before he left: if Xiong Ba rose in power, he would manage the Xiong Family, and they could depend on this force.
"But you have to co with to East University first."
Looking at the ti, Zhang Fan realized Li Yishan should be waiting on East University campus.
"Alright."
Xiong Ba saw Zhang Fan agree, smiled broadly, and turned the steering wheel to change direction.
"Are you a student at East University?" Xiong Qianqiu asked casually.
"Already graduated." Zhang Fan replied.
"Unexpected, among the juniors, erges soone like you." Xiong Qianqiu crossed her arms over her chest, emphasizing her presence.
"You went to East University too?" Zhang Fan didn’t expect Xiong Qianqiu to be his senior.
"Three years ahead."
"A woman older by three years ..." Xiong Ba blurted it out.
Before he finished his words, Xiong Qianqiu flicked his forehead; had she not lost her cultivation, this blow could have pierced Xiong Ba’s skull.
"Beep, beep, beep..."
Just entering University City, an urgent honking echoed from behind.
Through the rearview mirror, Zhang Fan saw a bus roaring towards them, signaling a turn, overtaking from the side directly.
"The driver of the 310 should drive tanks." Zhang Fan said with a smirk.
Back in college, the 310 bus route was well known throughout University City, the driver frequently saying "Move in, move in, there’s space inside"...
Later, when Li Yishan dated a girl, during intimacy, she said those very words, causing him to wilt instantly.
Of course, besides that, the 310 bus route was also famous among various legends in University City.
In Zhang Fan’s first year, seniors often ntioned it.
Legend had it, the last bus of route 310 passed thirteen colleges in University City, always packed even during its last run at ten thirty every night.
That year, Xiaoi, a sophomore in East University’s journalism departnt, took the last bus back to school alone.
Xiaoi stood in a corner, swaying along the bumpy road, with the muddy path leading into University City being the hardest to navigate.
As the bus entered dical University Station, a girl in white rose from the corner, offering her seat to Xiaoi.
That girl, wearing a white dress, was ordinary in appearance but had very fair skin.
Perhaps she was about to get off. Xiaoi thought, thanked her, and sat down. Yet the bus went on for a long ti, and the girl in white never got off. As the terminal, Xiaoi’s school approached, the girl remained onboard.
Xiaoi felt strange but didn’t pay much attention, and, as the night breeze blew through the windows, she gradually fell asleep.
After an unknown period, Xiaoi woke up, but the bus continued to move; glancing outside, she saw dical University Station again?
This was the station just passed, how did they pass it again? Xiaoi wondered, checking with the people filled in the bus, but nobody responded, even the driver seed oblivious.
The 310 bus continued, just about to reach the final stop; Xiaoi sat there, dazed, until the bus passed dical University Station once again.
Xiaoi felt trapped in a strange cycle, forever bound to that seat, until one day, the bus door opened, and a couple stepped on. The boyfriend was Xiaoi’s beau, and the girl was the white-dressed one who had given her seat. Xiaoi scread frantically, but no one cared; her boyfriend, embracing the girl in white, called her by Xiaoi’s na, as they alighted at the terminal, faces glowing with blissful smiles.
Many days past, Xiaoi sat on the bus, watching students co and go, until one day, she smiled to the girl beside her, saying, "Classmate, take my seat."
"The 310 bus legend... Has anyone interviewed Xiaoi?" Xiong Ba couldn’t help but laugh.
"Ordinary people can’t see it, but we can." Xiong Qianqiu comnted from the back row, with so depth.
Monts later, the car stopped at East University’s gate, Li Yishan stood by the entrance, seemingly waiting for a while, traces of five cucumber prints on his face, probably from his spouse’s care.
"You should have co after lunch." Li Yishan expressed dissatisfaction upon seeing Zhang Fan.
"Morning rush hour, buddy..." Zhang Fan apologized earnestly.
"Huh? You managed to ride on the big hook?" Li Yishan’s gaze drifted to the car.
At this mont, Xiong Ba and Xiong Qianqiu approached.
"This is my friend." Zhang Fan introduced. After greetings, Li Yishan pulled out Zhang Fan’s docunts from his bag.
"It’s yours, I collected them for you."
"I should have skipped coming." Zhang Fan patted Li Yishan’s shoulder: "I can’t join for lunch, have other matters."
"Why don’t you explain to your wife later?" Zhang Fan laughed uncontrollably.
"Co here."
Li Yishan glanced sideways, pulling Zhang Fan aside.
"What kind of people? Are they reliable?"
"What are you saying?" Zhang Fan appeared puzzled.
"Worrying you might not choose friends well." Li Yishan stated calmly.
"Reliability similar to yours." Zhang Fan said in a llow tone.
"You dare make acquaintances like this?"
"..."
"Brother Fan, we should get going."
Just then, Xiong Ba’s voice interrupted their secretive whisper.
"Alright, don’t worry needlessly."
Zhang Fan patted Li Yishan’s shoulder: "I’ll catch you later."
Speaking, he grabbed the docunts, turned, and left.
"I’ll wait for your call." Li Yishan shouted.
"Your friend is interesting, questioning our reliability." Xiong Qianqiu headed towards the car, glancing at Li Yishan.
"You heard!?" Zhang Fan felt slightly awkward.
Xiong Qianqiu chuckled coldly but said nothing; even though her cultivation was lost, her Primordial Spirit remained, not into extinction, sharp-eyed and perceptive beyond ordinary.
Vroom...
Xiong Ba started the car, drawing a curve at East University’s entrance, slowly driving away.
"Get ho, don’t keep your dad waiting long."
Li Yishan watched the car drive away, waving and calling.
"Wait ho for the call, grandson."
Zhang Fan’s hand reached out the window, responding tily, echoing the old saying, brotherhood may end as father-son or grandfather-grandson.
Li Yishan observed the dust-clouded car that drove away, slowly lowered his hand, face blank.
"Yin Mountain Sect!?"
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