Forefather would understand what my message means, right? The words "capture star" are so obvious. There is no way he can't figure it out.

Wang Sheng idly pondered. He lay on the sofa with a book in hand, passing the dull days without his Primordial Spirit and senior sister.

Everything that required arranging, and even things that did not, had already been taken care of.

All of a sudden, he felt like he had nothing left to do.

The country was stable, the people lived in peace, and the systems were sound. There was no need for an unknown hero like him to roam the land dispensing justice. The Hua Republic was thriving in every aspect.

Someone like him, who didn't even have a Primordial Spirit and was practically "severely disabled," had no reason to run about either. He also still had to maintain an air of mystery.

He felt as if, overnight, he had finally relaxed. Yet at the same time, he found himself experiencing something immortals often spoke of.

Boredom.

Why did I choose to leave my Primordial Spirit at the planet's core to receive the Great Dao? If I had simply immersed myself in the Great Dao and let time pass freely, I could have woken up as a minor expert. That would have been far more comfortable.

Of course, that was only a joke.

Wang Sheng had chosen to return because he had many people he wanted to stay with. Besides, he had no desire to open his eyes one day only to find his home and his planet gone.

Still, after arranging everything, the boredom settled in, and he found it hard to deal with. Everyone had negative emotions, and he was no exception.

The pressure from Haotian had been too great. Now, all those suppressed feelings came rushing out.

He did not smash anything or vent his anger. He simply felt tired and bored.

It reminded him of something he often noticed in his father when he was younger: the kind of fatigue that usually came after overwork.

Ahem.

He was in good shape. His senior sister could definitely vouch for that.

The moment he thought of her, a wave of longing rose in his chest, which only made the boredom worse.

Right now, he could not cultivate or practice swordsmanship. Even contemplating the Great Dao felt incredibly difficult.

He had little interest in Xi Lian's and Huai Jing's hobbies. To pass the time, he could only read. Earlier, he had even thought about studying physics and astronomy, hoping to broaden his understanding of the world and spark some inspiration. Perhaps something would click. Maybe the Great Dao was hidden within those precise theories and principles.

The chances were slim, though. He had never heard of any physics professor ascending after the resurgence of primal qi and becoming a "physics immortal."

Qinglin at least had Xi Lian for company every day. No, to be precise, Xi Lian had Qinglin. Wang Sheng had no one by his side.

He could summon Ling Sheng or the Spirit-Stabilizing Tea Tree, but seeing how diligently they cultivated, and knowing there would not be much to talk about, he gave up on the idea.

When Wang Sheng left the planet's core back then, his first goal had been to find a way to deal with the Immortal Emperor. After much thought, he had only managed to think of a few possible ways.

Still, those ideas were enough. He could safely leave the follow-up work to Earth's cultivators.

His second goal had been to spend time with his parents. Having been away for so long, he had not been able to care for them. However, his parents made it clear through their actions that the best way he could show filial piety was by not interrupting their world travels.

In truth, they also did not want to hold him back from his responsibilities.

Thud!

The book in Wang Sheng's hand fell onto his face.

He lay sprawled on the sofa like a Golden Immortal who had lost all ambition, a salted fish through and through.

From the study room, two heads peeked out. One higher, one lower. Xi Lian and Qinglin looked over at Wang Sheng, who barely seemed to be breathing.

Xi Lian asked with concern, "Is he... too bored?"

"Is there anything interesting we can do?"

"Mm..." Xi Lian's eyes lit up as she came up with an idea. "I got it! Go get him. I'll take us somewhere fun!"

Qinglin frowned, a faint sense of unease rising within him.

***

Half an hour later.

Xi Lian, dressed in a flowing dress, held her phone as she checked the map and asked for directions. Before long, she led the two to a well-known local spot—a nightclub.

Wang Sheng frowned.

Clearly displeased, Qinglin questioned, "Little Lian, why have you brought us here? Even if we are not strict with ourselves because we're cultivators, we should not come to such places."

"What kind of place do you think this is? A brothel? It's just a place for dancing!"

Xi Lian snorted, lifted her chin, and strode forward.

Seeing the graceful and alluring woman, the two security guards at the entrance did not dare say a word. They quickly opened the door and let her in.

Qinglin frowned.

Wang Sheng, standing beside him, smiled. "This kind of place is for socializing. There are things here that are not exactly pleasant, but there is no need to be overly critical."

"This is completely improper!"

"Senior, you should go in and keep an eye on her. It can be dangerous for a woman to come to a place like this alone."

"Fei Yu, you should come too."

Wang Sheng had no choice but to follow. The two stepped forward, about to enter, when a pair of large hands blocked them from either side.

"Do you have a membership?" 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Qinglin was ready to act, but Wang Sheng quickly stopped him. He reached into his pocket and pulled out an ID, handing it over.

A special identification from the Special Investigation Unit.

Wang Sheng said calmly, "I suspect there is a problem here. I am here to investigate."

The two burly men exchanged glances and handed the ID back. "Sorry, only members are allowed in."

Wang Sheng's eyes widened. He was about to release his aura to intimidate them, but Qinglin quickly stepped forward to stop him, worried that ordinary people would be harmed.

At that moment, someone leaned out from inside. He was tall and thin, his complexion a little pale. When he looked over, his eyes lit up at once. "Boss!"

"Mm?"

"It's me, Dezhu! Zhao Dezhu!"

The young man immediately broke into a wide grin and hurried out, bowing repeatedly to Wang Sheng and Qinglin.

As the saying goes, the more friends one has, the more paths open up.

Wang Sheng never expected that he would truly understand that by having a friend lead him into a nightclub.

Xi Lian naturally became the center of attention as soon as she arrived, but she paid no mind to it. Instead, she just found a corner, set up a small sign beside her with "Scram" written on it, sat down, and ordered drinks. She waved for Wang Sheng and Qinglin to come over.

Zhao Dezhu was clearly a regular in places like this. He quickly got into the mood.

Meanwhile, Wang Sheng followed along and had a few drinks. He found the alcohol had little taste, nowhere near as good as Lishang's secret brew.

Come to think of it again, Forefather should understand what "capture star" means. With such profound cultivation, there is no way he would not understand...

Reassured, Wang Sheng relaxed and sat down, watching the lively youths moving all around.

Before long, Xi Lian dragged Qinglin onto the dance floor. A faint smile appeared on Wang Sheng's lips as a few stray thoughts drifted through his mind.

What he did not know was that while he was enjoying himself here, Mou Yue was leading people across the city, searching for any trace of him.

His phone had been left at home and had no tracking function.

No one dared install one on it either.

No one could have expected a leading figure of the Daoist sects and the sword cultivator who protected the Hua Republic would come to a place like this to dance.

The Special Investigation Unit was already in a panic.

Something had happened. A mysterious expert had appeared on the streets, walking slowly with no clear purpose.

***

Why can I not sense Fei Yu's aura?

Chun Yangzi was surrounded by layer upon layer by the Special Warfare Unit on the street, but he paid them no attention. Deep in thought, he walked with his hands behind his back as he searched for Wang Sheng.

To him, the mere mortals around him were not even worth a second glance.

They had been firing and spraying concealed projectiles at him through metal tubes earlier, but he had no intention of holding that against them.

After all, he was an unaffiliated immortal of the Heavenly Court, a man of legend, and now a recognized expert across the endless space and the Immortal Saint Realm, second only to the great powers of the Primal Era.

Arguing with ignorant mortals would only lower his own standing.

Chun Yangzi did not know that Wang Sheng's Primordial Spirit was still within the planet's core, and that both the little wooden sword and the Great Dao of Creation were concealing his heavenly fate.

He had come directly to Earth to ask what "capture star" truly meant.

Could something have happened to Fei Yu?

As he walked, several sect masters and elders from different Daoist heritages flew over from ahead. The Special Investigation Unit had invited them over.

From a distance, they saw no pressure from Chun Yangzi, who had returned to a natural state. However, the moment they thought of probing him, their instincts pounded in warning, immediately telling them that he was no ordinary cultivator.

They landed and waited quietly for Chun Yangzi to approach. The Special Warfare Unit quickly withdrew to the perimeter and maintained their vigilance.

Several streets had already been completely sealed off.

The old Daoists stepped forward and offered respectful greetings. "Greetings, Senior. We are cultivators of the Mount Lao lineage. "

Chun Yangzi nodded. "Step aside. Do not disturb me."

He continued walking, his divine sense sweeping again and again for Wang Sheng's aura, leaving the Daoists exchanging uncertain looks.

If I can't find Fei Yu, maybe I can search for the two who returned with him.

Chun Yangzi smiled to himself. His immortal perception spread out once more, instantly covering the entire Earth.

Soon, his eyes lit up. He found Xi Lian swaying to the music, saw Qinglin standing nearby with an awkward expression, and quickly located Wang Sheng in a corner.

"That brat is enjoying himself while I have been searching for him everywhere."

He flickered and vanished, leaving everyone staring at one another.

Inside the nightclub, music blasted through the air.

Wang Sheng was chatting with Zhao Dezhu about dance moves when he suddenly felt a gaze behind him. He turned his head and instinctively shrank his neck.

"Forefather, why are you here? You do not look well. Did something happen?"

"Bah! I truly misjudged you! Roaming in a place like this in broad daylight?! Is this somewhere you should be during the day?!" Chun Yangzi scolded, then looked around.

When he saw the boldly dressed young women, he could not help but sigh again.

"But I must say... this place is rather interesting."

Wang Sheng quickly stood up and gave his seat to his forefather.