Chapter 86: When the Small One is Beaten, the Old One Comes

Yanyang Cheng, not far from Wanren City.

At the city gate, there was an old monk, sweating profusely, holding a tattered alms bowl in his hand, anxiously patting his pockets.

As he patted them, he sighed and lamented, "Oh no, oh no!"

"Oh dear! This is truly terrible! This old Daoist... no, this old monk's money!"

"It's gone, it's all gone, it's completely gone now!"

Beside him stood a delicate little monk, with red lips and white teeth; anyone who saw him would call him beautiful and handsome, but it was a pity his head was smooth and hairless.

However, this little monk's temper was completely at odds with his appearance; a pair of kite-brown eyes suppressed deep impatience as he whispered a prompt: "Are you done yet! Hurry up!"

The old monk in the earthy-yellow monk's robe was not angry at being urged like this; instead, his face was full of loving-kindness as he kept trying to soothe the little monk.

"Alright, alright, it'll be done soon! Very soon, my dear, don't be anxious!"

After saying this, he wiped his old face, revealed a fawning smile, and approached the guards at the city gate, pleading, "Young brother, could you please make an exception? This old monk has lost his money pouch."

The guard looked straight ahead and ignored him completely.

Every city has its own unique rules, and thanks to the different personalities of the city lords, the rules of the cities also differ.

The rules of Yanyang Cheng are very simple.

Everything is like that of mortals; one must not use force or harm others, and those who violate this will be permanently expelled from Yanyang Cheng.

There are five experts of the Saint Realm serving as honored guests in the city, which is enough for the City Lord of Yanyang Cheng to carry out their philosophy.

Since everything is like that of mortals, naturally, one must also pay an entry fee.

In fact, the entry fee is not much; ten Low-grade Spirit Stones per person is enough.

But alas...

The old monk could not produce even one.

After trying for a long while, he could only return to the little monk not far away with a mournful face and let out a heavy sigh.

"Sigh!"

"My dear, our money pouch is lost; it seems we can only walk to Wanren City."

The little monk's eyes suddenly became extremely fierce, and the way he glared at the old monk became unkind.

"Are you playing with me?"

"Do you believe I'll eat you!"

Even though he was threatened like this, the old monk still gently stroked the little monk's smooth head, and he replied with a good temper: "I believe it, I certainly believe it, but even if you eat me, we still have to walk there!"

The little monk was suddenly exasperated.

He grabbed the old monk's hand in a rage and bit down; with just one light bite, he left an extremely conspicuous bloodstain, and even the corners of his lips were stained with blood, while a scarlet color began to emerge in his eyes.

The old monk, however, indulgently allowed him to vent his emotions.

After he finally finished venting, the old monk said: "My dear, just endure it a little longer; we will be there soon."

"Don't worry, I will definitely deliver you safely to Wanren City!"

After a long silence, the little monk spat out the flesh and blood from his mouth, his face looking fierce.

"Fine, then I'll trust you one last time!"

The old one and the young one looked at the gate of Yanyang Cheng and turned to walk step by step toward Wanren City.

Their pace was not fast; the distance that a cultivator could cover in three to five days was dragged out by them for over half a month... and they still hadn't arrived.

And the little monk's eyes became increasingly restless and increasingly crimson.

Wanren City.

Since Ji Shisi revealed his unusual feelings toward Lu Daoran, Lu Ren had a proper talk with him about this issue.

Ji Shisi was quite open and honest, not concealing his intentions.

He sat cross-legged in front of Lu Ren, his withered fingers tracing through the air to set up a Soundproofing Array before speaking in detail with Lu Ren.

"I presume you already know my purpose; I wish to take in Lu Daoran as my first disciple."

After Ji Shisi finished speaking, Lu Ren was noncommittal, listening casually without any intention of interrupting or agreeing. Ji Shisi was not discouraged.

He knew deeply that his own realm could be called the number one in the cultivation world; naturally, unless they were enemies, few people would refuse him.

Just the fact that he might be dying soon was one of the assets that others could hardly reach.

If he were to unfortunately die in the Ascension Tribulation, then everything he had left would belong to his only disciple.

Based on this point alone, he had an advantage that ordinary people could hardly reach.

Ji Shisi added: "If he becomes this old man's disciple, all of this old man's skills will belong to him; furthermore, there is also the capital this old man has accumulated over these years."

Although he didn't bring anything when he came to Wanren City, this did not mean he had nothing.

It must be said that the condition Ji Shisi offered was still extremely tempting.

Lu Ren, however, did not agree easily; he just said indifferently: "Although I am the Lu Family Family Head, the apprenticeship quotas for family members are not under my control."

"If Daoran is willing to take you as his master, then naturally I have nothing more to say."

This meant he had agreed.

Ji Shisi's mood immediately relaxed by half.

He was old.

His lifespan was also about to run out.

He had originally thought that he would never meet a person who suited his heart in this life, and naturally, no one would inherit his mantle.

But when he saw Lu Daoran, he knew everything had been overturned.

Ji Shisi tried to divine it and discovered the faint master-disciple fate connecting himself and Lu Daoran.

He could naturally sever this connection.

But he was more willing to let this connection continue.

The two stopped there, knowing each other's thoughts clearly, and by tacit understanding, changed the subject to discuss the Dao.

This discussion...

lasted for a whole month.

Lu Ren could also be considered to have gained quite a lot from this discussion of the Dao.

And Ji Shisi was left with nothing but a heart full of astonishment.

Even though he knew this Lu Family Head had terrifying talent, he had never imagined it could be terrifying to this extent.

It had only been a month, and he even felt as though his own knowledge had been hollowed out.

The younger generation is to be regarded with awe.

Truly, the younger generation is to be regarded with awe.

A sharp light flashed in Ji Shisi's old eyes.

He did not mind at all that Lu Ren was absorbing his experience, and was even extremely delighted.

The more Lu Ren's connection with him deepened by the day, the more the possibility and hope he found in Lu Yuan for breaking through his realm would increase by the day.

If it were not for the fact that one cannot force growth, and that this Lu Family Head was indeed naturally gifted, Ji Shisi would have wanted to pry open his head and pour everything he had learned directly into him.

When the two's discussion of the Dao ended, Lu Ren still felt a bit unsatisfied.

And it was at this moment that a Lu Family Descendant, who had been guarding not far from them, cautiously stepped forward.

"Family Head, there is a guest visiting outside the gate."

"They have already been waiting for two days... That old monk specifically named you, saying he has important matters to discuss with you, and if you miss it, you will surely regret it for the rest of your life."

"Oh?"

Lu Ren could not help but raise an eyebrow.

A few traces of surprise appeared on his face, but there was also dismissal.

People from the Buddhist Sect had just been driven back by him; was this the old one coming after the young one had been beaten?

(End of this chapter)