Chapter 571: From now on, you

"Senior brother?"

Le Zhuang's face was full of bewilderment; he didn't understand who the "senior brother" Xuanqing Daozhang mentioned was, and he asked, "Uncle, which senior brother are you talking about?"

He didn't even know he had a senior brother!

"Your senior brother isn't Ping'an?"

Xuanqing Daozhang smiled and said.

"Ping'an?"

Le Zhuang was first stunned, then caught on, realizing that the senior brother Xuanqing Daozhang referred to was the one‑ or two‑year‑old child beside him; his complexion changed dramatically, and he said oddly, "Uncle, what are you talking about? How could this, this, this child possibly be my senior brother?"

"Aren't you the one who wants to learn skills from me? He entered the Entry Level before you; if he's not your senior brother, then what is he?"

Xuanqing Daozhang teased.

"This one, this one, this one…"

Le Zhuang opened his mouth to retort; he hadn't expected that one day he would call a one‑ or two‑year‑old child his senior brother. Yet he thought Xuanqing Daozhang made a point, and for a moment didn't know how to argue, so he changed his words and said:

"Uncle, you say that the burly warrior in front of him died by his hand. He, he, he is only a one‑ or two‑year‑old child, probably hasn't even started learning skills from you, Uncle. How could he possibly have the ability to kill that burly warrior?"

"Xiao Zhuang, you're wrong; Ping'an is not a one‑ or two‑year‑old child!"

Xuanqing Daozhang hadn't finished speaking when Le Zhuang suddenly realized that perhaps Wang Ping'an had cultivated some bizarre technique; originally an adult, but because of the special method he appeared like a one‑ or two‑year‑old. Before this thought could linger in his mind, Xuanqing Daozhang immediately refuted:

"Ping'an is currently only four to five months old, not a one‑ or two‑year-old!"

"Four, four, four to five months?"

Le Zhuang let out a startled cry, glanced oddly at Wang Ping'an, then at Xuanqing Daozhang, his face and eyes full of disbelief.

He had seen children of four to five months before, but never like Wang Ping'an—let alone walking upright, traveling from Kumu Guan to his house and then to Cui Fu; even his body size was far larger than that of a four‑ to five‑month‑old child. To call him a four‑ to five‑year‑old child was something he simply could not believe.

Le Zhuang wanted to ask Xuanqing Daozhang whether he was teasing him, how could this child Wang Ping'an be only four to five months old, but he knew Xuanqing Daozhang wouldn't joke about such matters. He forced down the shock in his heart, took a deep breath, and exhaled a heavy gust of foul air.

He barely suppressed the terror that threatened to spread to his limbs and bones!

Le Zhuang finally spoke again, asking, "Uncle, whether Ping'an is one‑ or two‑years old or four to five months, you say this burly man died at Ping'an's hands. Could it be that Ping'an has some special trait?"

A child of four to five months who grows no slower than a one‑ or two‑year‑old and can even walk upright is certainly special, but he was more concerned whether Wang Ping'an had any other special qualities.

"Special?"

Xuanqing Daozhang shook his head; he naturally wouldn't reveal Wang Ping'an's secret to Le Zhuang, even though Le Zhuang was his own kin, and he smiled and said:

"Ping'an the child has no special traits; he was able to deal with that burly warrior who intended to seize him because he carries a bunch of life‑saving treasures!"

"Life‑saving treasures…"

【7】 Le Zhuang furrowed his brow, about to say something, but seeing his grandfather finish chasing the last burly warrior and stride briskly toward the outside of Cui Fu—clearly preparing to pursue Cui Xing—he hurriedly changed his words:

Le Zhuang's brows twitched slightly, and he was about to speak, but seeing his grandfather finish off the last towering warrior, stride briskly toward the outside of Cui's residence, clearly preparing to chase Cui Xing, he hurriedly changed his words and said:

"Uncle, I won't keep talking to you; I'll go ahead and see how my grandfather acts!" "Alright!"

Xuanqing Daozhang watched Le Zhuang's departing back, then turned his gaze to Wang Ping'an, his face full of complexity, and said with emotion:

"From childhood you've never feared scenes of corpses strewn everywhere; I truly don't know, when you grow up, whether you'll become an executioner who slaughters people like cutting grass!"

Wang Ping'an seemed not to have heard Xuanqing Daozhang's words, his curious gaze wandering around.

"You kid, even if you become an executioner, killing others is still better than dying at someone else's hands!"

Xuanqing Daozhang smiled, not caring about Wang Ping'an's reaction; although the child was extraordinary, being only four to five months old, it's normal he doesn't understand his words, and of course, if he could understand, that would also be normal. He said seriously:

"But whether you'll become an executioner who slaughters people like cutting grass, you must understand one principle: do not indiscriminately kill the innocent!"

He didn't expect this reminder to be remembered by Wang Ping'an; he only wanted himself to remember it. As Wang Ping'an gradually matures, he'll keep reminding him, and he believes that as long as the child isn't a born evil spirit, he'll heed his words and not become a practitioner who kills the innocent indiscriminately.

Having said that.

Xuanqing Daozhang stood up and walked toward the outside of Cui Fu.

Wang Ping'an stayed beside him, thinking silently: "Master, my dear master, you truly have foresight; what you said is spot on. Perhaps in the future I really will become an executioner who slaughters people like cutting grass!"

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Can't help it.

Who says that slaying evil people will earn Merit? Although with his current changes he believes that from now on, in every way he can obtain Merit, but however he obtains Merit, he believes it cannot compare to…

"Cui Lao Da, what's going on? I heard someone ran to your manor to cause trouble?"

Chi Yongchun, leading a squad of constables, hurried to the gate of Cui Fu. The burly big man whose arm had been cut off by Le Wenmao was there to inform Cui Xing. Amid Cui Xing's loud curses, he ran to inform Chi Yongchun, seeing the chaos, fled from Cui Fu; the heavily wounded Cui Xing, also startled, emerged.

He had a good relationship with Cui Xing; over the years, before Cui Xing unified the ruffians of Liangshui Town, he had often benefited from Cui Xing. Since Cui Xing unified the ruffians of Liangshui Town, the benefits he received from Cui Xing have increased, and with these bribes he also advanced within the county office.

He became one of the top constables of Liangshui Town, with only elite soldiers and officers under his command.

After dealing with Cui Xing for so many years, this was the first time—no, aside from before Cui Xing had unified the ruffians of Liangshui Town and often clashed with other ruffians, it was his first time seeing Cui Xing in such a disheveled state.

"Le Wenmao, such a cowardly old immortal, a thing that can only lie in bed waiting for death, his son and daughter‑in‑law were killed, he wouldn't even dare to fart—how could he suddenly become so ferocious?"

In Chi Yongchun's mind, countless doubts surfaced. On the way to Cui Fu, Cui Xing's subordinates recounted everything they knew to him in detail. He thought for a long time, still unable to understand what was happening, and speculated:

"Could it be that the only grandchild of that old immortal died at Cui Xing's hands, causing the old immortal to go mad all of a sudden?"

(End of Chapter)