Chapter 43: Withdrawing the Disciple Proposal

While speaking, Liu Dongzhu was about to kneel before Xuanqing Daozhang, but Xuanqing Daozhang hurriedly helped her up, saying: "Madam Wang, what are you doing?"

Xuanqing Daozhang, you have lost twenty years of your yang lifespan for me and our family Ping'an; it is we who are sorry to you!

Liu Dongzhu looked somewhat lost; during this time, although she had not awakened from the nightmare.

For some unknown reason, whenever she fell into deep sleep at night, she would always feel warm all over, and when she woke up again, her body was filled with strength.

But she still couldn't help recalling that night, when the black-clad men lurked in her bedroom; if it weren't for that great swordsman injecting a strand of sword qi into her family Ping'an's body, she and her family Ping'an might have already perished.

Although.

She did not know whether it was the prime minister's daughter or Wang Ruhai who had ordered her and her family Ping'an's lives, but she understood that if Xuanqing Daozhang had not gone to the capital this time, she and her family Ping'an might face the next assassination.

Only when she and her family Ping'an lost their lives would the assassination against them cease.

Although she was just a village farmwoman, she had still heard others mention this bit of gossip.

One could say that Xuanqing Daozhang's trip to the capital this time, which cost him twenty years of his yang lifespan, was to ward off disaster for her and her family Ping'an.

She is not the kind of ungrateful person; how could she possibly not be grateful for what Xuanqing Daozhang has done!

Xuanqing Daozhang smiled lightly and said: "Madam Wang, you're joking; this is not your fault for owing me, nor have you implicated me; it is my own inadequacy, otherwise I would not have lost twenty years of my yang lifespan!"

Xuanqing Daozhang...

Liu Dongzhu opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but before the words could leave her lips, Xuanqing Daozhang forcefully interrupted: "Madam Wang, I heard from my disciple that you intend to have the young master become my disciple and learn my skills; I don't know if this is true or false."

Liu Dongzhu nodded.

Good, good, good!

Xuanqing Daozhang instantly felt delighted, secretly thinking that those twenty years of his yang lifespan were not wasted in vain, and happily said: "Madam Wang, accepting your young master as my disciple is my honor; rest assured, I will teach him well and pass on all my skills to him, guaranteeing not to disappoint you!"

Zhang Guihua, who had come over from the side, interjected: "Xuanqing Daozhang, for all you have done for our family Ping'an, you have lost twenty years of your yang lifespan; by rights I should not meddle, but our family line is single‑inherited, and Ping'an is our sole sprout……"

Xuanqing Daozhang frowned and interrupted: "Patron Zhang, do you mean you do not want your grandson to become my disciple?"

Xuanqing Daozhang, you have misunderstood; our family is not that ungrateful!

Zhang Guihua's expression turned solemn; since Liu Dongzhu decided to have their family Ping'an become Xuanqing Daozhang's disciple.

Although she had reservations, she still did not intend to obstruct; now seeing Xuanqing Daozhang's efforts for Ping'an, having lost twenty years of his yang lifespan, she naturally would not stop their family Ping'an from becoming his disciple.

Zhang Guihua spoke again:

"My meaning is that our family Ping'an may become your disciple, but you must not prevent him from marrying and having children."

"Daozhang, I know this request of mine seems absurd to you, but our family has only Ping'an as its sole sprout, and the old Wang family still hopes he will carry on the lineage."

"I hope you can understand!"

"Patron Zhang, so that's what you meant!"

Upon hearing this, Xuanqing Daozhang immediately breathed a sigh of relief, smiling narrowly: "Speaking of which, I would actually welcome your family Ping'an marrying and having children; perhaps then we could even have a few talented offspring!"

Not only Zhang Guihua, but even Liu Dongzhu and Wang Lin, upon hearing Xuanqing Daozhang's answer, also breathed a sigh of relief, saying: "Xuanqing Daozhang, since that's the case, I have no objections; tell us when our family Ping'an can come study under you."

"Around five years old, five‑year‑old children mostly understand things and can come into contact with Daoist knowledge!" After thinking, Xuanqing Daozhang reached out and said: "Madam Wang, please have our family Ping'an let me take a look!"

Liu Dongzhu said nothing more, handing over the Wang Ping'an she was holding.

Xuanqing Daozhang took it with one hand, examined it carefully, and for some reason his face and eyes showed nothing but satisfaction; he could not help praising: "Madam Wang, your family Ping'an is truly an outstanding talent!"

While Xuanqing Daozhang was observing Wang Ping'an, Wang Ping'an was likewise observing Xuanqing Daozhang, looking at his white‑tinged hair and gaunt face, and moreover knowing that he had lost twenty years of his yang lifespan for his sake; for some reason, he felt a strange emotion in his heart.

"Isn't it just that you want to take me as your disciple? Is it really necessary to go to such lengths?"

Wang Ping'an could not help complaining in a sentence; although he said that, he was actually quite moved, and with a thought he hurriedly used the skill: Blessing Technique.

The next moment.

The spiritual qi wandering between heaven and earth gathered from all directions!

Xuanqing Daozhang is a Dao cultivator; although he suffered severe injury, not only losing twenty years of his yang lifespan, his body also sustained serious trauma.

Nevertheless, he could instantly notice the abnormality in the surrounding spiritual qi.

Upon closer inspection, he found it was caused by the invocation of the Blessing Scripture.

Xuanqing Daozhang instinctively glanced at Yuan Liang beside him and couldn't help asking: "Yuan Liang, are you reciting the Blessing Scripture?"

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Yuan Liang looked bewildered and said: "Master, what are you saying?"

Xuanqing Daozhang immediately realized that he knew Yuan Liang's abilities; if one wanted to use the Blessing Scripture, one had to chant it aloud.

That is to say……

Xuanqing Daozhang instinctively lowered his head, looking at the Wang Ping'an he held in his arms, vaguely sensing something amiss; the gathering of spiritual qi triggered by the Blessing Scripture likely came from the Wang Ping'an in his embrace.

The problem is, Wang Ping'an has only just been born, cannot even speak yet, and has never studied the Blessing Scripture, so how could he possibly use it?

Merely.

Besides this possibility, he could think of no other; even if the chance were slight, he still could not help but believe it.

"Could this be the terror of the Innate Dao Body?"

Xuanqing Daozhang took a deep breath, preparing to suppress the shock in his heart, but before he could maintain it for long, a strand of pure spiritual qi seeped into his body through his pores; the shock he had been suppressing instantly collapsed, and he exclaimed in astonishment:

"How... how... how is this possible?"

The spiritual qi attracted by the Blessing Scripture is the purest and most gentle, easily absorbed by the human body, but the purity of the spiritual qi provoked by Wang Ping'an's use of the Blessing Scripture is something even he could hardly achieve.

Although.

One reason for this is that he had not focused his mind on the Blessing Scripture!

Xuanqing Daozhang took a deep look at the Wang Ping'an in his arms; a fleeting hint of regret passed through the depths of his eyes, and after returning Wang Ping'an to Liu Dongzhu, he then spoke:

"Madam Wang, after thinking it over, I think it's best to forget about your young master becoming my disciple!"

Liu Dongzhu stared in astonishment and said: "Daozhang, why is this?"

(End of chapter)