Chapter 130

"Longevity-extending elixir?"

Xuanqing Daozhang's mouth corners were full of self-mocking smiles.

In this world, there are not only longevity-extending elixirs, but also longevity-extending heavenly treasures; yet such treasures—how could an ordinary Dao cultivator like him possibly be worthy of possessing them?

What's more,

Those who can refine longevity-extending elixirs are all without exception grand master alchemists.

If he had such ability, would he still be holed up in a little mountain ravine?

"Daozhang, if you truly have longevity-extending elixir, you should use it yourself!"

For our family, you've sacrificed twenty years of your yang lifespan!

Our family already feels so indebted to you; how could we let the longevity-extending elixir be wasted on us two old folks?

Wang Lin shook his head; his face showed nothing but apology and pleading as he said, "Just from now on, our family's Ping'an and Dongzhu will still need Daozhang's extra care!"

"Ping'an, I couldn't possibly take care of him—having Lord Luo is enough. As for Dongzhu, I can look after her, but it would be best if you all took care of her!"

Xuanqing Daozhang let out a faint sigh.

He knew his own limits well; he understood that given Wang Ping'an's talent, once he came of age, it wouldn't take long for him to learn all of his abilities.

He planned to wait another ten years; once he obtained a spot at Ziyang Palace again, he would immediately send Wang Ping'an there for further study, to see if—no, not whether, but certainly he could remain at Ziyang Palace.

Now with Luo Quan's appearance, it's a huge boon for Wang Ping'an's future development; once Wang Ping'an displays terrifying Dao talent, with the Luo family's full support, he will surely attract Ziyang Palace's attention even faster.

Perhaps originally it would have taken ten or even twenty years to gain Ziyang Palace's notice and receive its full support.

With abundant cultivation resources provided and no worries about the rear, now with Luo Quan's help, not to mention ten years—perhaps seven or eight years won't even be needed.

"We…"

Wang Lin was about to say more when Xuanqing Daozhang laughed and cut him off: "Old Brother Wang, don't worry, you won't live past seventy. Why don't you consider whether your body has been better than before lately?"

Wang Lin stared, not yet reacting, when he heard Zhang Guihua's delighted voice,

"Daozhang, if you hadn't reminded me, I would have almost forgotten that I used to be startled awake by bodily pain every night at the third watch."

"But lately I've been sleeping straight through until dawn, and whenever I get up to work, my whole body feels no pain at all, and I'm full of energy!"

Not only Zhang Guihua, but Wang Lin also had this condition; having helped his parents with farm work since childhood, his body had long accumulated strain into illness, with ailments all over, often flaring up and tormenting him to the point of sleepless nights.

This is also why he knew he might not live past seventy.

Wang Lin exclaimed in astonishment: "Daozhang, did you personally cure my and my old wife's illness?"

"This wasn't me!"

Xuanqing Daozhang shook his head; Zhang Guihua and Wang Lin's illnesses were common strain-induced ailments—common though they may be, they aren't easily resolved—and he said: "It's your family's Ping'an!"

"Our family's Ping'an?"

Zhang Guihua and Wang Lin's faces showed even greater doubt.

Liu Dongzhu chuckled and said: "Daozhang, do you mean that our family's Ping'an's birth made my parents happy, curing their years-old ailments?"

"Dongzhu, don't think I'm joking— not only your parents, but even your illness has been cured by our family's Ping'an!" Xuanqing Daozhang's expression turned serious, knowing that the Wang family's ailments had been healed by Wang Ping'an unintentionally—indeed, unintentionally, since he still lacked understanding, how could he have deliberately used blessing techniques to cure his family's illness?

But if he said this, the Wang family wouldn't believe him; they'd just think he was speaking offhand.

Xuanqing Daozhang casually found an excuse and explained: "Didn't I tell you when Ping'an was just born? This child is a reincarnation of a Great Benevolent Person."

He is a blessed person with deep sources of fortune; thus his blessings reached you, curing your minor aches and pains?

Think about it: since Ping'an was born, haven't your ailments and pains not appeared again?

Zhang Guihua and Wang Lin exchanged a glance, their faces full of astonishment and doubt, murmuring: "Could it really be our family's Ping'an?"

"Daozhang, if you hadn't said it, I would have almost forgotten—since our family's Ping'an was born, aside from feeling uncomfortable on the first day, my whole body has been completely free of discomfort, and even my old minor ailments haven't shown up!"

Liu Dongzhu exclaimed in delight: "I used to doubt what my mother and other aunts said—that giving birth is a painful ordeal, and during the postpartum period one suffers all kinds of discomfort and needs proper recuperation."

"I thought they were exaggerating, but it turns out all this was actually a good deed done by our family's Ping'an!"

Xuanqing Daozhang smiled and said: "So Elder Sister Zhang and Old Brother Wang, don't worry—with Ping'an's blessings, living to a hundred is no problem."

Not to mention watching Ping'an marry and have children; even if Ping'an's children marry, that's no problem either—what you should worry about is avoiding accidents that could cost your lives.

The talisman box they gave you can protect your lives; you must wear it well—don't you want to see your Wang family flourish with your own eyes?

You have reached this novel.

He actually wanted to say, but how could the Wang family's ailments be cured merely by so-called blessings?

It was that little Ping'an who constantly used blessing techniques throughout the day to resolve their ailments.

However,

If he said that, the Wang family might believe it, but he worried that spreading it would attract ill-intentioned people; it would be fine if they just tried to take Ping'an as a disciple again, but what he feared was someone wanting to harm this child.

There are many talents in this world, but few who actually succeed; it's not just the case of Shang Zhongyong—many more meet with unforeseen misfortune.

"If, if we could live to a hundred, I would certainly want to see our family's Ping'an marry and have children, preferably seeing our Wang family flourish!"

Zhang Guihua and Wang Lin exchanged a glance; they could clearly see the fervent intent in their old eyes, and hurriedly took the talisman box Liu Dongzhu handed over, hung it around their necks, and said:

"Daozhang, since our family's Ping'an's blessings have cured our old ailments, then your sacrificed yang lifespan——"

Although the rest of the words went unspoken, how could Xuanqing Daozhang not know what they wanted to say? He answered perfunctorily:

"My sacrificed yang lifespan, under Ping'an's deep blessings, will be resolved in no time!"

"That's good, that's good!"

Not only Wang Lin and Zhang Guihua, but even Liu Dongzhu wore a happy expression.

"Master, rest assured; when I, your disciple, grow up and gain ability, I will surely replenish your lost yang lifespan—no, I will let you live another hundred years!"

Wang Ping'an secretly swore; seeing his family members all putting on the talisman boxes, he also felt a sigh of relief in his heart.

With these three talisman boxes, his family's safety is no problem.

(End of chapter)