As Zheng Ziang walked upstairs with the woman in his arms, he didn't notice anyone following him. He impatiently pulled out his constantly vibrating phone from his pocket and answered the call: "Mom, you've called me at least ten times! What do you want?!"

"Zheng Ziang! Where have you been gallivanting off to again! What do you mean, 'I want to do this'?! Don't you know your own situation?!"

Liu Hui lowered her voice, exasperated: "Have you forgotten what the master told you? He told you to rest and recuperate! It's only been a few days! And you're out fooling around again! Are you trying to drive me crazy?"

"Zheng Zi'ang, don't forget how much your father and I paid to keep you alive!"

Zheng Ziang said impatiently, "Mom, you're so long-winded. I won't forget anything you've said. Don't worry about me causing you trouble; I know what I'm doing."

"I am not the same person I used to be. Even if I get into trouble, I can handle it easily."

"Alright, if you're worried, I'll be back in a bit. That's all, bye."

After saying that, Zheng Ziang hung up the phone decisively.

He then leaned closer to the railing, tossed his phone downstairs, and clicked his tongue: "Humans are such a hassle."

The woman he held in his arms patted his chest with a charming smile: "Young Master Zheng, don't be angry. Your mother is just concerned about you."

"And what about you? Do you care about me?" Zheng Ziang chuckled softly, grabbed her hand, and asked in a low voice.

The woman shivered slightly from the coldness of Zheng Ziang's hands, but still wore a fawning smile: "Of course."

"We sisters treat Young Master Zheng like family!"

Zheng Ziang chuckled, grabbed her hand, and impatiently pushed open the door of an empty private room, pinning the woman down on the sofa...

As Feng Yanxiu approached, he heard a woman's coquettish laughter: "Haha, Young Master Zheng, don't... um... you're so naughty..."

Feng Yanxiu paused, then said, "..."

A sense of relief welled up inside him; thank goodness he hadn't let Yuanman come in with them, otherwise…

Feng Yanxiu took a deep breath and was about to get closer to try and hear the sounds inside when his pocket was suddenly yanked.

He looked down and saw that the scarecrow that had been in his pocket had somehow crawled out and was pulling his pocket back hard.

Feng Yanxiu: "?"

"Are you stopping me from going in?" Feng Yanxiu asked tentatively.

Xiao Cao nodded, raised her finger and pointed to the private room, then pointed to him with an "X" sign, and then pointed to herself.

Feng Yanxiu: "Are you going in?"

The little grass nodded, patted its little chest, turned around, and flew into the room.

Feng Yanxiu was a little worried. He wanted to go in with her, but he was afraid that she would hold Xiaocao back, so he could only suppress his anxiety and wait outside.

In the dimly lit private room, two people were intertwined on the sofa, one on top of the other. The woman who had been giggling and coyly resisting just moments before was now struggling desperately beneath Zheng Ziang with her eyes wide open.

Zheng Ziang gripped her neck tightly, her face flushed red, her eyes filled with terror: "Heh heh..."

Zheng Ziang sat on her lap, feeling the immense vitality emanating from her hands, a look of enjoyment and fascination on his face: "Didn't you say you would care for me as family?"

"As family members, it's only right that they give their lives for me, isn't it?"

"Shh, good girl, I'll help you treat your family well. Don't make a sound, don't make a sound... be good..."

"No..." The woman's eyes filled with tears, and she struggled to squeeze out a cry for help: "Help..."

But her cries for help were drowned out by the loud music coming from downstairs.

A hint of despair lingered in the woman's eyes.

Zheng Ziang enjoyed the thrill of having the power of life and death in his hands. He quietly watched the woman's struggle and despair before her death, and a great sense of satisfaction welled up in his heart.

If he absorbs the life force of another person, his body can live for another hundred years, and then he will be qualified to cultivate with a master and have the opportunity to become a superior person.

If that bitch Sheng Hanxiang knew that she killed him and instead gave him such a great opportunity, she would be very angry, right?

It's alright, it's alright. As long as he can cultivate with the master, he and that bitch will eventually have a chance to meet again!

At that time... he will definitely make her wish she were dead!

Zheng Ziang became more and more excited as he thought about it, and gradually increased the force in his hand. Just as he was about to snap the woman's head, a strong wind suddenly came from behind him.

With his senses greatly enhanced, Zheng Ziang nimbly dodged away from the woman, hanging on the wall like a gecko. His reddened, beast-like eyes glared fiercely and warily at the woman in front of him: "Who?!"

Xiao Cao didn't speak; behind her, only the woman's violent coughing could be heard.

Zheng Ziang blinked, and when he saw the small figure in front of the woman clearly, a look of astonishment appeared on his face: "This is... a Wood Spirit?"

His expression gradually became excited: "Hahaha!! Heaven has truly been kind to me! Wood Spirit! This is the Wood Spirit that the master has been searching for with great difficulty!"

"As long as I catch you, the master will take me as his disciple! Hahahaha!!"

Excited and full of fighting spirit, Zheng Ziang rushed towards Xiaocao.

His face was full of confidence, and he felt that with his current strength, taking down a Wood Spirit would be a piece of cake!

But in the next second, Xiaocao flashed behind him and kicked him away.

Zheng Ziang, who slammed his fist against the wall again, exclaimed, "!"

He was completely stunned and before he could react, he looked up and saw the little grass running straight towards him!

-

Meanwhile, the Zheng family.

Liu Hui called Zheng Ziang several more times, but no one answered each time. Frustrated and angry, she threw her phone down and complained to Zheng Zetao, who had just come out of the shower, "Look at the good son you've raised!"

"He doesn't care about us at all. We went to so much trouble to save him, and he only behaved for two days before going out to fool around again!"

Zheng Zetao sat down beside her with a helpless expression, put his arm around her waist and coaxed her gently: "That's just his personality. He won't change even if he's resurrected. Haven't you always known that?"

"No matter what, as long as he is still alive and healthy, that's all that matters."

Liu Hui was barely persuaded by him, but her face was still extremely depressed. She couldn't help but complain, "I did so many heinous things for him, and he doesn't care about me at all. I should have just..."

Before she could finish speaking, her phone, which she had tossed on the table, suddenly started vibrating wildly.

Seeing the words "My Dear Son" flashing on the screen, Liu Hui's depressed mood instantly improved. She deliberately waited a few more seconds before answering: "What, you know..."

"Mom! Help! Save me!" Zheng Ziang's terrified voice came from the other end of the phone: "I'm about to be beaten to death—no—ah!!"

The microphone made a clattering sound, followed by a beeping tone.

The call was disconnected.

Liu Hui jumped to her feet, her face filled with panic: "Oh no! Zetao, Ziang is in trouble!"

"Quick! Let's go help him!" Liu Hui was so panicked that she grabbed her phone and car keys and ran outside.

Zheng Zetao was also anxious and hurriedly said, "Zi'ang must have met a master who saw through his strange behavior! It's no use for us to go there; we have to ask Master Li for help!"

“Yes, yes, let’s go find Master Li!” Liu Hui nodded and drove with him to find Old Man Li.

Just then, Feng Jingcheng's car arrived outside the Zheng family villa and saw them drive away.

"Where are they driving to so late at night? Something's fishy!" Feng Jingcheng muttered to himself, and cleverly followed them in his car.

Liu Hui, whose attention was entirely focused on Zheng Ziang, was completely unaware that a small tail was trailing behind her.

Their only wish was to ask Old Li to come out of the mountains and save their son.

Feng Jingcheng followed them as they drove to the old town, making several turns before finally stopping outside an old residential area.

Seeing them get out of the car, Nan Yuanman also got out of the car with Feng Jingcheng and followed them furtively.

Liu Hui entered the residential building and stopped in front of a dilapidated door, banging on it loudly: "Master Li! Help, Master Li!"

She affixed an invisibility talisman and hid on the stairs with Feng Jingcheng, holding her breath as she stared intently at the door. She watched as the door slowly opened, revealing a figure she knew very well.

Nan Yuanman drew his copper coin sword, his chubby face beaming with excitement.

You big bad guy!

I've found you!