[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-master-s-elder-brother-just-took-on-a-female-":3,"chapter-my-master-s-elder-brother-just-took-on-a-female--my-master-s-elder-brother-just-took-on-a-female--chapter-208":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","My Master's Elder Brother Just Took on a Female Disciple",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2265741,4423,"Chapter 208: Dean, I","my-master-s-elder-brother-just-took-on-a-female--chapter-208",208,"\u003Cp>Zhou Qing listened, fell into thought, and murmured: “Observe all things → comprehend true meaning → condense the Dao seed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Second Uncle relit his tobacco pipe and said slowly: “Correct. ‘Observe all things’ means not just watching natural phenomena like plants, trees, mountains, and rivers—but also paying attention to every movement, every joy and sorrow of living beings.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Take this Haomiao Prefecture for example,” Second Uncle raised a finger toward the bustling street outside the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Below, people come and go, merchants hawking their wares, cultivators shouting during sparring—all intertwined. Each person has their own goals and paths; their rises and falls in this bustling city are part of all things.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Qing immediately rose and looked down at the lively crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the past, these were merely ordinary scenes of daily life—he had never paid them any real attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after Second Uncle’s words, now he looked at everything around him and felt something entirely new stir within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the street, everyone rushed toward their own goals, busy, never pausing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some for money, some for others, some simply to keep living.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Second Uncle walked over, took a deep drag from his pipe, and asked: “What do you see?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Qing shook his head slightly, saying nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze remained fixed on the crowd, brows slightly furrowed, as if deep in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Second Uncle’s eyes flickered with quiet approval.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This boy had not answered rashly—precisely because he already had a vague direction in mind, but dared not speak until he fully understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Observing all things isn’t just standing here and watching from afar—it means merging with them, feeling their joys and sorrows, until… you become them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll say no more. Some things must be realized by yourself. I give you one year. If you fail, I’ll take you to the next place!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Second Uncle spoke leisurely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Qing’s eyes filled with gratitude; he bowed deeply, respectfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go. In a year, I’ll come for you—or you may return to the academy on your own.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Second Uncle tapped Zhou Qing’s forehead lightly with his tobacco pipe, his face full of expectation, then turned and left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Qing exhaled slowly, his spiritual sense settling on the two [Sudden Enlightenment Scrolls] in the Qi Tie Lu—though he felt the urge, he did not use them rashly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t forget—he was Four Flowers at the Crown; since merging with the Dao’s essence, his talent and comprehension had long surpassed ordinary people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes, you must not over-rely on these ‘cheats.’ Some paths must be walked step by step, by yourself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he changed into simple, humble clothes and descended the stairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As an ordinary man stepping onto the street, the clamor of voices instantly swallowed him whole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hawkers shouted, laughter rang clear and bright, arguments blared sharp and harsh…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet at this moment, Zhou Qing did not find it chaotic—he carefully separated each sound, listening intently, feeling deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each person, he realized, had their own unique fate thread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Effort, acceptance, happiness, hardship, despair, anxiety…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a daze, he seemed to see countless fate threads weaving, crossing, entangling through the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some were tightly bound by their threads, their lives already sealed; others struggled desperately to break free, to escape their predetermined cages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While observing others, Zhou Qing began to examine himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reflecting on his past—his growth, his choices—he saw himself as just one tiny ripple among the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ordinary… yet not ordinary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On a rooftop, Second Uncle watched Zhou Qing’s state in silence, his admiration deepening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tapped his tobacco pipe gently, smiling faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A promising lad,” he murmured, then turned and walked away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“With nothing else to do, I’ll head to Lingyun Prefecture and see what’s happening there!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two months later, in a certain area of the Inner Courtyard of Baiyu Taixu Academy, a vast aura suddenly surged skyward, then spread outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuanzhi, guarding outside, sensed the aura and unconsciously smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after, Lu Yaoyao emerged slowly from her seclusion, her eyes sparkling with excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Lu Shi, she hurried forward and bowed respectfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuanzhi nodded slightly, her gaze fixed on Lu Yaoyao, then said with surprise: “After breaking into Nascent Soul mid-stage, your hair…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yaoyao, puzzled, instinctively looked down at her strands—and froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among her black hair, previously hidden silver strands had multiplied dramatically, now clearly visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your cultivation method seems highly advanced—is it from Taiqingmen?” Lu Yuanzhi asked curiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yaoyao, still stunned by her hair, shook her head quickly: “No, it was given to me by an elder.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuanzhi softly murmured “Oh,” asked no further, and a faint look of satisfaction appeared on her cold face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This breakthrough came faster than I expected. Perhaps in less than fifty years, I can help you achieve Soul Transformation!” Lu Yuanzhi sounded confident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yaoyao’s heart surged with emotion; she bowed gratefully: “Thank you, Lu Shi!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhou Shixiong! Zhou Shixiong—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the cheerful, birdlike call outside, Yan Xiao Hu sighed and carried out his old hen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d been about to complain, but the moment his eyes met Lu Yaoyao, he froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yaoyao’s aura was fluid and vibrant, subtly pressing upon him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Xiao Hu stared in disbelief, blurting out: “You broke into Nascent Soul mid-stage?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yaoyao nodded happily: “Mm, just broke through. Yan Shixiong, where’s Zhou Shixiong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t call me Shixiong—I’ll call you Shijie instead. This is too crushing!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Xiao Hu looked bitter. When he was at Jin Dan late-stage, Lu Yaoyao had just been taken in by the Sect Master as Little Six, barely even stepping onto the path of cultivation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now? She’d overtaken him in the blink of an eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yaoyao waved her hands urgently: “Yan Shixiong, don’t joke. You’ll always be the elder brother I respect most. By the way, where’s Zhou Shixiong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Xiao Hu scratched his head. Why did that sound so familiar?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He was taken away by Second Uncle. I haven’t been able to reach him in over three months,” Yan Xiao Hu admitted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yaoyao didn’t hesitate—she turned to leave at once: “I’ll find Second Uncle!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Xiao Hu called after her: “Second Uncle isn’t here either!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yaoyao stopped dead, her face filled with disappointment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d wanted to tell her father the good news first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll go find Lu Shi—she’ll know what to do!” She turned again and left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Haomiao Prefecture!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Qing, unseen for three months, now looked like a humble fishmonger—his once-pale skin darkened by the sun, radiating rustic simplicity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Weng, your big mandarin fish—caught this morning, just brought it to you. Look, still lively!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the other end of the rope hung a fat mandarin fish and three grass carp, slung over Zhou Qing’s back beneath his straw cloak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He now entered a small general goods shop with practiced ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shop was tiny but crammed with all manner of items—old shelves held household pots and pans, odd trinkets, everything imaginable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet business seemed poor; many shelves were thick with dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a corner sat a worn bamboo chair, where an old man dozed comfortably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man was thin, dressed in faded coarse linen, patched at the hem, collar slightly open to reveal a neck lined with prominent veins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sparse white hair lay loosely, his skin slack and speckled with age spots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Zhou Qing, the old man slowly opened his eyes, smiled, revealing a few remaining teeth, and rose to greet him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhou kid, you’re back again. These fish are good—still your skill. Almost every time, you come back with a full load!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Weng pushed himself up with his hands on the bamboo chair, straightened slowly, brushed dust off his clothes, and shuffled toward Zhou Qing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Qing grinned, walked straight through the back room into the kitchen, placed the mandarin fish in a wooden basin, then scooped water from the water vat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wiped sweat from his brow and emerged, proud: “Of course—no one beats me at fishing. I left it in the kitchen; better for broth.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Weng looked at him gratefully: “Thank you. Let me get your money.” He started toward the counter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Qing waved him off: “No need, old man—just sit and rest. One more fish? It’s nothing to me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saying that, he jogged off—he still had three grass carp to deliver to the tavern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This boy—he never takes money. He feels sorry for this old man!” Old Weng sighed, watching Zhou Qing’s retreating back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he sat down, a figure slipped quietly into the shop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A beautiful woman, graceful and coldly elegant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Weng opened his eyes slightly, looked at her, and asked: “Why are you here today?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yuanzhi bowed respectfully, her tone hesitant: “Dean, I’d like to ask you for something.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After leaving the tavern, Zhou Qing patted the fifty cash coins in his hand, satisfied, then carefully tucked them into his money pouch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked up—several streaks of light flashed across the sky, drawing glances from passersby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Qing smiled faintly, turned into the nearby shop, carefully selected some pastries, then headed toward South Alley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he lived there!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Weng, congratulations on your sales today!” Zhou Qing stepped into the shop to find two women walking out, chatting happily with their new purchases.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Weng looked up, beaming warmly: “Today’s luck came from you—I made a little. Oh, pastries from Jufu Pavilion!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze fell on the pastry in Zhou Qing’s hand, and he couldn’t help but speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, yes, I know your teeth are weak—I bought this special for you, it’s soft and crumbly!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Zhou Qing expertly unwrapped the pastry, gently took out a piece, and offered it to Old Weng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Weng accepted it, blushing slightly as he mumbled, “You’re spending too much on me again. When I’m gone, I’ll leave you this shop.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come on, if you talk like that, I’ll stop coming altogether—you make it sound like I’m after your inheritance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Qing pretended to be angry, but his eyes sparkled with amusement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Weng burst into laughter. “I was just teasing you—you pity me because I’m old and helpless.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Qing picked up a piece himself, took a small bite, and found it truly delicious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Weng looked at Zhou Qing, his eyes filled with emotion. “Today’s fish money—again, are you planning to give it away? In this vast city, people with your kindness are rare.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Qing nodded slightly. “They’re all struggling. I’m young—I can help a little, even if it’s just a little. Too bad today’s luck was bad.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gestured helplessly to his torn money pouch at his waist, a faint bitter smile on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Weng chuckled. “The money was stolen right when you walked in—you noticed, but ignored it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Qing paused, surprise flickering in his eyes, then laughed. “Heh, for an old man, your eyes are sharp.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Weng said, “I’m not blind. Stop eating—those people are coming for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Qing turned and saw about seven or eight people standing at the shop’s entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leading them was a middle-aged man, gaunt and bony, wearing a tattered single robe riddled with holes like a beehive, revealing skin caked with grime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him was a woman, her hair greasy and matted into clumps, hanging limp on either side of her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two children cowered behind her, timidly peeking out, snot dripping from their noses, occasionally sniffling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several other men trailed behind, all in ragged clothes, shoes either missing toes or worn through at the heels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some had unkempt beards and weathered faces; others had hollow eyes, as if life had drained all their spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Qing, didn’t buy any buns today?” the middle-aged man spoke first, voice hoarse and pleading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others stared hungrily at the pastries on the table, throats bobbing, greedily licking their cracked lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Zhou Qing could answer, Old Weng pointed at the pastries—the group surged forward, shoving and pushing, scrambling to grab them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stuffed the pieces into their mouths, chewing loudly, utterly disregarding dignity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thick stench of sour rot, sweat, and dust filled the shop, nearly making one vomit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Weng watched them wolf down the food, his brow furrowing slightly. “When your money pouch was stolen just now, you all saw it—why didn’t you warn him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gaunt middle-aged man, still chewing, spat out pastry crumbs as he replied, “We didn’t warn him because we can’t afford to mess with that thief.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman quickly chimed in, wiping her greasy lips with her filthy hand. “Yes, they rule this whole area—if we interfere, they’ll come after us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others added, “He’s alone, but there are at least five or six others watching around.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We barely eat one meal before the next. If we get beaten, we can’t afford medicine—we’d just die.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two children, hiding behind the woman, kept their heads down, silent. When she handed them a pastry, they clutched it like treasure and gobbled it down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Weng glanced at Zhou Qing, his eyes filled with pity and helplessness, then turned to the group and spoke solemnly: “Every time Zhou Qing sells fish, he gives you all the money. That thief didn’t just steal from him—he stole your food.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group’s faces flushed red and white, shame flickering across them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One muttered quietly, “Then we’ll just skip a meal—it’s better than getting hurt.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Qing said nothing throughout, his face still wearing a faint smile as he watched quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only after they left did he let out a quiet, bitter laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That smile held resignation, disappointment, and above all, deep reflection on human nature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Weng said, “In three months, what have you taught them? Or rather—what have you changed?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Qing froze slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t expected Old Weng to ask such a profound question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without showing it, he quietly activated his spiritual sense and cautiously probed Old Weng once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when he confirmed Old Weng was truly just an ordinary elderly man did he quietly exhale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he slowly turned, his gaze fixed on the group returning to the street to beg, lost in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three months—long enough to matter, short enough to be fleeting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the alleys of this vast city, he had poured himself entirely into the lives of the common folk at the bottom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d even used one [Sudden Enlightenment Scroll], constantly pondering the first step of observing all things, as Second Uncle had taught.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, he had a rough direction—and he was working toward it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Weng, slow and unhurried like a sage who had seen the world’s sorrows, spoke gently: “I’ve lived long enough to see clearly. I must say—your idea is bold.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Qing turned, puzzled. “What idea?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Weng’s eyes burned as he stared straight at Zhou Qing, speaking slowly: “You’re trying to change their fate.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Qing’s expression changed instantly, then smoothed back to calm. He smiled with admiration. “You really see everything, Old Man.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Weng waved a hand. “I’m just a useless old man, sitting here all day, eating and sleeping, with nothing left but idle thoughts.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Qing sighed, looking again at the group, weary and lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“At first, I just thought they suffered too much and needed help—so every time I sold fish, I’d buy them food, give them things. I thought that would make their lives better.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused, self-deprecating. “But now I see—I was naive.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Weng said nothing, simply poured Zhou Qing a cup of tea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Take today—your money was stolen, and you pretended not to notice, because you wanted to let fate unfold naturally for those thieves.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Maybe with that money, they’ll quit stealing, start a small business, begin anew. Of course, that’s just one possible path.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Zhou Qing spoke, he watched the woman directing the two children to kneel pitifully before passing cultivators, begging for coins—and a wave of helplessness washed over him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Long-term material aid hasn’t changed their hearts.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They still drift through life, without purpose, without hope—even basic kindness and courage fading away.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And they take it for granted—you owe them food.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Weng nodded slightly, a hint of approval in his gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Seeing this means you’ve begun to think. Suffering in this world isn’t erased overnight; human weakness isn’t easily changed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But know this—every act of yours isn’t meaningless.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Qing looked up, puzzled. “Old Weng, you mean…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Look—they didn’t speak up today, but is there truly no shame in their hearts?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Weng’s gaze deepened as he looked outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When faced with your kindness, they struggle inside. Perhaps today’s event will become a thorn in their hearts—a memory that one day, they’ll recall: someone truly cared for them, and they chose silence.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Qing nodded slowly. “Old Weng, you mean change takes time?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly,” Old Weng affirmed. “Everything you’ve done is a seed planted in their hearts. It hasn’t sprouted yet—but with the right soil and rain, it will one day break through.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Qing’s eyes brightened, gratitude rising. “Uncle Weng, thank you. Hearing you say this—I think I understand a little.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Weng nodded, smiling. “Besides, even if they fail, isn’t there still this old man here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Qing blinked, then realized—he grinned sheepishly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Weng said, “Honestly, if things had gone as fate intended, I’d have died alone one day, rotting for days before anyone found me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But now I know you—and every day I eat fish and meat, live better, live longer. Look—haven’t you changed my fate?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Qing listened quietly, his heart rippling with emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Weng continued solemnly: “Child, all change comes from small drops gathering—don’t rush it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Qing bowed deeply, his respect and gratitude genuine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Understood. So, what fish would you like tomorrow?” Zhou Qing asked, smiling up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Weng smiled. “Let fate decide.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2957,"2026-06-19T20:13:54.632Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","158d4d241ddeb181de9f5c9b9d5dfaaf88b5deca11a25a3da1255b8b1311b063","my-master-s-elder-brother-just-took-on-a-female--chapter-209","my-master-s-elder-brother-just-took-on-a-female--chapter-207",302,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-master-s-elder-brother-just-took-on-a-female--cover.jpg"]