Mysteries of Immortal Puppet Master

Qinghuangzi read it three times using Divine Sense, then let out a long, trembling breath, filled with complex emotions.

”Such a Ning Zhuo! Such a ’posthumous fame’, ’upholding the orthodoxy’!” His voice hoarse, with an unexpected tremor and burning sense of gratification.

The scope of this youth, his steadfast nature, far-reaching thoughts, grandiose spirit... it’s astonishingly beyond my expectations!”

Qinghuangzi’s gaze was sharp, penetrating the paper, as if seeing the white-robed youth respectfully writing the reply. The youth’s head was somewhat large, sitting upright, his upper body straight as a peak, his face solemn, filled with righteousness!

”Neither conceited about his talent, nor disdainful of things! Receiving my consent, without a trace of arrogance or complacency, but perceiving this opportunity as a burden as heavy as a thousand jun, pondering upon its weight!”

”Not avoiding responsibility, daring to take it! Fearlessly facing the risks of the Xingyun Trial, voluntarily stepping into fierce competition, proving himself! This isn’t for false fame, but truly for the pure reputation of me and the revered teacher!”

”Such a youth!”

Qinghuangzi grew more and more excited as he thought about it, couldn’t help but stand up, pacing back and forth in the small cave room, with steps livelier than usual.

”How could such a talent be let down with his diligent intentions! How could his rightful and upright heart be sullied!”

”Since it is so, I shall lend him a helping hand.”

The next day, at Qingzhu Peak.

Around the stone platform, people had already gathered densely.

”So many people have come.” Jiang Xiaobian sighed, somewhat nervous.

”Qinghuangzi’s Xingyun Trial is different from most; he is selecting a successor.” Zhang Dadan replied.

”No, just for this point, it wouldn’t attract so many people. The reason is solely one...” Patchwork Sun shook his head, just as he was saying this, the crowd around them stirred.

”He’s here, he’s here!”

”Did I see wrong?”

”No mistake, no mistake, it’s Ning Zhuo!”

The observing cultivators shouted enthusiastically, countless pairs of heated, curious gazes turned towards Ning Zhuo arriving on the clouds.

Ning Zhuo had already anticipated this situation, with a smile on his face, lowered the cloud head, and cupped his hands towards the surroundings, fully displaying the demeanor of a young master from a great family.

Among the crowd, the cultivators returned the salute successively.

Many people complimented Ning Zhuo: ”Young Master Ning Zhuo, you will certainly win first place this time!”