Chapter 774

Ma Wencai followed his instructions, downloaded the Nine Divine Spells of Taixuan, wrote them on paper, and presented them for his father's reference.

As he wrote, Ma Fu stood beside him and began reciting.

As the recitation began, light blazed forth from Ma Fu's body, sacred and extraordinary.

Moments later, after he finished reciting one divine spell, his entire demeanor changed.

Previously, Ma Fu had merely been a frail man, saturated with scholarly air.

Now, a aura of authority clung to him, inspiring awe in those who gazed upon him.

He moved his limbs and felt a profound ease throughout his body, as if he possessed endless strength.

Walking to the center of the room, he lifted a hundred-pound bronze incense burner with just two fingers.

"Marvelous, marvelous! No wonder this is the true method of the Immortal Dao—Lord Daojun's powers are boundless!"

After reciting the divine spell just once, Ma Fu became a devoted follower of Zhang Taixuan.

Seeing this, Ma Wencai's eyes widened in astonishment, and he began reciting as well; moments later, he too felt the sensation of growing stronger.

"Father, this is far more comfortable than reading books."

"Slap!"

"Foolish boy, you still must read books. With strength alone but no wisdom, how can you rule the world?"

Ma Wencai was startled: "Isn't it you who will become Emperor?"

"Me? Become Emperor?" Ma Fu was speechless. "You're the one suited to be Emperor—given your connection to the chat group, only you can hold the throne as firmly as Taishan."

"Yes."

"Since the divine spell's power has manifested, it proves the cultivation methods are real. From now on, you need not concern yourself with family affairs—focus solely on acquiring methods, cultivating toward immortality, and then seizing control of the world."

"Yes, Father."

"One more thing: our family must also worship Lord Taixuan. Your daily incense offerings must never cease."

"Yes."

Watching his father orchestrate matters with such mastery, Ma Wencai was utterly awed.

In intelligence and wisdom, he was inferior to his father; in human relations and worldly affairs, he was equally inferior.

He had nearly been deceived by Li Shimin into forming an alliance, but when his father heard it, he immediately overturned Ma Wencai's earlier idea.

"Master, the head of the Zhu family has sent a formal visitation note!"

"The Zhu family?" Ma Fu's eyes sharpened. "It seems Zhu Yingtai's relatives have arrived."

He turned to walk out.

Ma Wencai was puzzled: "Father, didn't you say we shouldn't provoke Zhu Yingtai?"

"We won't provoke her—but we can turn this into a favor to give someone else," Ma Fu laughed heartily. "Go cultivate quickly! You've still much to learn about such matters."

"Turn it into a favor?" Hearing this, Ma Wencai suddenly understood, his face flushed with shame. "Father thinks so far ahead. I see now—being the head of a noble family isn't easy; one must calculate every detail and make full use of everything. I am still far behind Father—I only wanted to avoid Zhu Yingtai, never once considering giving her to Lord Daojun as a gift!"