Chapter 1132

“Finally noticed, have you? I thought you’d see it sooner, but clearly I overestimated you.”

A middle-aged Daoist in simple robes, with a wooden sword strapped to his back and a bamboo scroll in hand, stepped forward.

“You probably don’t know me—I am Daoist Yancheng, senior brother to Ta Shi Xiaxin. After my worthless junior died, Wuzhong Mountain was left leaderless, so they summoned me to lead the Divine Alliance. Honestly, I’m no fan of being Divine Alliance Lord—freedom suits me better. But when my brother was slain, how could I, as his senior, do nothing? Thus I agreed to take command of Wuzhong Mountain and vowed that its divine clan would avenge Ta Shi Xiaxin.”

He smiled wryly. “I planned to seek you out in half a month, yet here we meet sooner. Perhaps this is the tribulation destined for you!”

Ye Yu’s brow tightened. “Senior brother to Ta Shi Xiaxin? I’ve never heard of him.” He wondered why this man radiated no divine power—he stood like any ordinary mortal, suppressing his aura perfectly.

Yancheng Daoist, seeing Ye Yu’s silence, did not grow angry. Instead, he turned his gaze to Little White. “So this is the ferocious beast? Even untransformed, it’s quite adorable. And its power surpasses its master’s—I’ve never seen the like. Aren’t you afraid it might eat you?”

Little White bristled, red light flickering around it. “Eat, eat, eat—eat your mother’s head! Why would I eat my big brother? If I eat anyone, it’ll be you, you bastard!”

Yancheng Daoist chuckled, unperturbed. “A beast is a beast; the moment it speaks, its nature is revealed. So you must die. But you, Ye Yu, may yet live. You harbor many secrets: how did you advance from the True God Realm to the Heavenly God Realm in three months? And how did the

Reincarnation Longbow

become a crossbow? I seek those answers in you.”

Ye ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) Yu’s expression turned deadly serious. This old fox knew him so well! Unbeknownst to him, Yancheng Daoist wielded a wondrous technique called

Scene Re-creation

, which had shown him all of Ye Yu’s deeds on Wuzhong Mountain—his habits, combat style, everything.

Clutching his wooden sword, Yancheng Daoist added softly, “By the way, I forgot to tell you—this place is already controlled by my formation, so don’t bother using your

Communication Stone

to call for help. It’s useless. Save your effort.”