medical cultivators summoned by Zhòng Xuán Shèng were also here. They were medical cultivators trained independently by Zhòng Xuán's family, and had no connection to medical sects like Dōng Wánggǔ.Me...The effects of going astray have always been a matter of choice, not "creating choices".

This is a test.

He cannot use his supernatural powers to make others make choices they wouldn't normally make.

Perhaps after the divine seed sprouts, it will be possible for the misguided path to perform even better. But at least for now, this is all that can be done.

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Jiang Wang had misjudged Feng Ming. He thought Feng Ming would want to take him in as his "follower." But Feng Ming was cold from beginning to end, treating Jiang Wang only as someone he occasionally met and who kept him company.

He would chat with Jiang Wang, take him out to broaden his horizons, and even put an arm around his shoulder. But once they left this banquet table and he turned back, he wouldn't recognize Jiang Wang at all.

He wouldn't even bother with someone like Song Hai or someone from the Xiyun Jianzong. Those kinds of low-level characters weren't worth his time.

The illusion of control brought on by Jiang Wang's misguided machinations was shattered by Feng Ming's choice.

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He lacked self-awareness and a precise understanding of others. He didn't fully understand Fengming, which led to his powers being diminished.

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Only now did he understand why a formidable figure like Zhuang Chengqian, who relied absolutely on the power of the deviant divine arts, would be manipulated by the White Bone Venerable God.

This divine ability is truly irresistible.

He had only used it a few times before he occasionally felt like everything was under his control. Zhuang Chengqian, undefeated in battle throughout his life, deceived gods and ghosts, and had even more reason to absolutely believe in his supernatural powers.

The sudden setback hit him head-on.

Jiang Wang was not angry or resentful. He didn't wallow in self-pity. At this moment, he only felt grateful. Grateful that at this early stage, during such an insignificant time, he had discovered the limitations of the wrong path and realized the arrogance that the wrong path itself brought about.

Fate hadn't given him a more profound or irreparable lesson.

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Having learned from the example of Zhuang Chengqian's downfall and the cautionary tale of Feng Ming's fate, he reminded himself to apply the magical art of "Chi Tu" with a more upright attitude.

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“Indeed,” Jiang Wang replied with a smile, “Brother Feng’s experiences are truly remarkable, they stir my heart. He is an extraordinary person who does extraordinary things!”

He lowered his stance, and he also lowered his expectations. The earliest plan was just to get acquainted with Feng Ming today, there was no need to rush for success.

Under Jiang Wang's deliberate effort to please, the two of them had another good conversation.

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Guests inside the hospital were gradually starting to leave. At their table, only Jiang Wang and Feng Ming remained.

Feng Ming was waiting for his father, while Jiang Wang was trying to keep this hard-won relationship. As they chatted, both of them became increasingly anxious.

However, he didn't show up. He waited and waited, but Feng Yue never came out.

After some time had passed, as most of the guests had departed, Feng Ming could no longer contain himself. He rose to his feet and stopped a servant from the Marquis's household: "Could you please ask, why hasn't my father come out yet"

That man shook his head: "I'm just a servant, I don't know who your father is, and I can't go into the inner room."

Feng Ming's feeling of foreboding grew stronger, and he became increasingly agitated. He pushed through the crowd at the banquet and hurried towards the inner room.

But a solitary figure stood abruptly before him.

The former steward, expressionless, looked at him: "What are you doing"

"Uncle Jiao," Feng Ming no longer cared about pride or humiliation at this point. He lowered his head and bowed, "My father was summoned to the inner room for a discussion, but he hasn't come out yet."

"Your father" The steward exclaimed in surprise, "Has anyone ever called him into the inner chamber"

"It's the esteemed mansion..." Feng Ming looked around, but there was no trace of the servant who had led his father in before.

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