Mysteries of Immortal Puppet Master

Chapter 1442: Chapter 586: Various Li of Congratulations

Ning Zhuo’s expression was one of surprise.

It was his first time being celebrated with a poem in public.

"This truly is a special gift of congratulations, many thanks Brother Bai...eh?" Ning Zhuo’s gratitude was interrupted.

His mind was touched, and he suddenly discovered a connection between himself and the poem.

Next, the poem emitted a mystical light that reflected on Ning Zhuo’s body.

Everyone present witnessed this scene and was moved.

At that moment, Ning Zhuo heard a clear dragon’s roar.

Soon, a strand of golden light emanated from within him. Initially, the light was faint, almost imperceptible, like the predawn white on the horizon.

But quickly, the golden light surged, bursting forth from every inch of Ning Zhuo’s skin and every pore, engulfing him in a warm, blinding brilliance.

The entire room was illuminated.

The golden light reached its peak and then began to contract inward from the edges toward the center, layer by layer, until it was all absorbed into Ning Zhuo’s body surface.

The once scattered golden light solidified and compressed into thin golden edges.

The edges of Ning Zhuo’s robe, collar, cuffs, and the seams of his belt, even the contour lines of his face—the boundaries of each were coated with a very fine, delicate golden light pattern. Those golden edges did not flicker or flutter, steady like the most meticulous brushwork using the purest golden powder, carefully outlined stroke by stroke.

Ning Zhuo slowly raised his hands, looking down at his palms.

There was also a faint circle of gold at the edges of his palms.

Meanwhile, he could still hear the dragon’s roar. This strange sound actually erupted from deep within him, continuously resonating and amplifying his presence.

"This is..." Ning Zhuo was greatly surprised.

Liu Fushu, however, looked at Bai Jiyun with admiration and exclaimed, "True to Senior Bai, a superb poem, truly a superb poem!"

Kong Ran’s mouth opened slightly: "The portrayal is deep, resulting in a resonance of Literary Energy. The Confucian Cultivator writing the poem and the depicted subject match perfectly, leading to resonance and enhancing the Literary Energy effect."

"What specific enhancement is there?" Ning Zhuo curiously inquired further.

Kong Ran shook his head.

Ning Zhuo looked toward Bai Jiyun, who responded with a wry smile: "This situation is random, and literature has no fixed formulas. The specific effects will only be understood when Ning Zhuo tries it out himself."

"Understood." Ning Zhuo laughed heartily, took a step back, and respectfully saluted Bai Jiyun, his expression sincere: "This poem, this gift, Ning Zhuo will remember."

Bai Jiyun also laughed heartily, then continued: "If it weren’t for the celebratory gifts from Brothers Kong Ran and Liu Fushu, I wouldn’t have been able to compose the poem."

Kong Ran held his head high: "Naturally."

Liu Fushu smiled.

Ning Zhuo took the opportunity to thank Kong Ran and Liu Fushu again.

Kong Ran secretly transmitted thoughts via Divine Sense: "Brother Ning, if there is free time tonight, we need to talk privately about the restoration of the Nanming Fire Furnace."

Ning Zhuo’s gaze flashed slightly, thinking of something, then immediately responded: "Alright."

"Honorable brothers, please be seated. There are no restrictions on seating." Ning Zhuo extended his arm.

Kong Bailiu and the three temporarily bid farewell, glanced around, and chose to sit in a corner together.

They certainly wouldn’t sit at the main table in the center of the hall, knowing they weren’t qualified to be seated there. Even the adjacent tables they had no desire to sit at.

Confucian Cultivators enjoy observing rather than participating personally. The three of them sat in a corner, embodying the standard of Confucian Cultivators.

Patchwork Sun, Jiang Xiaobian, Zhang Dadan, Fire-Wick Ahuo all walked into the hall together.

It was clearly their first time visiting the Heavenly Treasure Building, captivated by the decor, but they quickly noticed Ning Zhuo and approached.

"Ning Zhuo...Sir." They had never seen Ning Zhuo in such form.

Previously, Ning Zhuo had eaten with them at the same table. Now, his appearance was like a piece of simple jade being polished open, revealing its true, warm, translucent, precious quality.

Ning Zhuo exhibited a warm smile, outstretched his arms, and proactively approached them: "I’m glad you’re here to witness the ceremony."

"It’s our honor to receive the invitation!" Patchwork Sun said.

"This- this is my gift." Zhang Dadan said.

Jiang Xiaobian clenched her fist, temporarily silent.

Ahuo’s Adam’s apple moved: "Ning, Ning Zhuo sir."

Ning Zhuo promptly waved his hand: "I am younger than you, just call me by my name. I appreciate you coming to support me."

Ning Zhuo’s response reassured the four who had grown tense, they felt Ning Zhuo’s usual friendliness and relaxed slightly.

The four presented their gifts, which were small mechanisms.

Ning Zhuo expressed his gratitude: "Please take a seat, no need to be formal, make yourselves comfortable."

They chose another secluded corner to sit down.

"All Spirit Food!" Jiang Xiaobian ate a bite of her tea cake, her eyes shining, "Delicious, delicious. You should try it too."

"Is it?" Zhang Dadan also had a bite, his expression immediately changed.

Patchwork Sun drank some tea, instantly feeling refreshed and clear-headed.

Ahuo gazed at Ning Zhuo, his face full of reverence.

Liu Fushu shifted his gaze from the four back and, through Divine Sense Transmission, lamented: "Though Ning Zhuo is of noble descent, he differs in one aspect: he treats cultivators from lower backgrounds with equality."

Kong Ran said: "I know them. When Ning Zhuo first arrived, participating in Qinghuangzi’s Xingyun Trial, he befriended them. Back then, he treated them as peers, but now, having revealed his true form, they understand the difference."

Bai Jiyun sighed: "Ning Zhuo is a true gentleman, unlike some nobles who purposely pretend to befriend those of lower status for show. I can sense he genuinely regards these people as his friends."