Chapter 644: Music: Sad Music

Xuanqing Daozhang awakens from his cultivation state, opens his eyes, and a flash of fatigue in his gaze vanishes instantly.

The recent battle not only drained all the magical power in his body, but also employed a secret technique that forcibly amplified his strength severalfold, nearly killing Kong Yuan Si, yet he was ultimately backfired.

His body is overall weakened by fifty percent!

With this short cultivation time, not only is it hard to dispel the overall weakness, even restoring the depleted magical power is difficult.

At most.

It can only barely restore some stamina; to fully replenish the depleted magical power would require at least a night of cultivation.

As for the overall bodily weakening, it will take at least ten days to half a month to recover.

This is still the secret technique he used, which is a premium one; if he had used an ordinary secret technique, its short‑term boost would not match this one's, and the weakness would take at least three to five months to heal.

"I originally thought that, having broken through to the Golden Core stage, I couldn't be called a master, but at least within a hundred‑mile radius I was a formidable practitioner, never expecting—"

At this point, Xuanqing Daozhang's words falter, his face full of a self‑deprecating smile. A mere Zhu Clan of Xiang County he never regarded seriously; even though they previously lacked cultivation, they had his master as a backing. Now that his master is gone, the Zhu Clan of Xiang County has climbed the high branch and can even attract a Golden Core cultivator—they are no match for him. He sighs lightly and says:

"I have indeed underestimated the world; although Kong Yuan Si was taken by Le Zizhen, the Zhu Clan is ultimately the one who seized the high branch. Le Zhuang, this kid, if he wants revenge, must devise a long‑term plan!"

Although.

Previously, because he didn't know Kong Yuan Si was a Corpse Cultivator, even if he pierced Kong Yuan Si's body, as long as he didn't damage the fatal weak point, that caused his sudden surge; the slaying of Kong Yuan Si nullified his earlier achievements. If he started over, he is confident he wouldn't let Kong Yuan Si resurrect.

However.

Failure is still failure!

There is no principle of a fresh start in this world; otherwise there wouldn't be so many people full of regret.

Not to mention that Kong Yuan Si might be the Zhu Clan's strongest Imperial Attendant, without equal, but he believes Kong Yuan Si is not the Zhu Clan's trump card, at least not the only one; he speculates the Zhu Clan must have a master even stronger than Kong Yuan Si.

In an instant.

In Xuanqing Daozhang's mind, Zhu Xing's face surfaces, calmly observing Le Zizhen binding Kong Yuan Si with iron chains, allowing Kong Yuan Si to struggle with all his strength, to cry for rescue, without stepping in; his expression shows no hint of panic as he watches Kong Yuan Si being led by Le Zizhen into Guimen Guan.

That indifferent demeanor is unlike that of an ordinary decadent scion; only someone with real skill would see his own strongest Imperial Attendant seized without any reaction.

Only.

Xuanqing Daozhang recalled Zhu Xing's situation: merely a depraved scion who commits every vice, only in his thirties, and even if he cultivated from the womb to the Foundation Establishment stage, he could be called a prodigy; Xuanqing finds it hard to believe Zhu Xing could possess cultivation beyond the Foundation Establishment stage.

"Could it be that Zhu Xing's confidence doesn't stem from his own cultivation, but from the Zhu Clan's backing—the River God of Liang Shui He…?" Countless conjectures swirled in Xuanqing Daozhang's mind, one after another, leaving him unable to draw a conclusion. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Wang Ping'an, lounging lazily on a chair with a lordly posture, and the flood of thoughts cleared; he laughed and said:

"I'm already confused; after taking this kid out for so long, his mother and his grandparents must be terribly worried. Let's first bring this little brat back home!"

He doesn't care whether Zhu Xing's real confidence comes from his own cultivation or the River God of Liang Shui He; he is indifferent. He will definitely avenge Le Zizhen's couple, and even if Le Zhuang cannot take revenge, he also cannot; he believes his treasured disciple can avenge his master and his junior brother.

Once Wang Ping'an's kid becomes sensible enough to cultivate, he will likely progress at a thousand‑mile‑per‑day pace, accomplishing feats that astonish onlookers; realms that ordinary people need ten or twenty years to reach might be achieved by this kid in one or two years, or perhaps even less.

Since this kid might be the legendary Innate Dao Body, even though he was born not long ago and is still immature, he can already perform extraordinary feats.

When this kid grows up and fully unleashes the power of the Innate Dao Body, how impressive will that be?

"Uncle, do you have something?"

Le Zhuang kneels before his grandfather's coffin, his face showing a hint of sorrow but not much; after all, he had seen with his own eyes—no, his uncle told him that his grandfather had passed through Guimen Guan into the Underworld.

Over the years, he has heard many rumors about Guimen Guan; fearing they might be false, he even asked his uncle.

He learned clearly that his grandfather, by passing through Guimen Guan, would have half of his sins reduced; if his grandfather had no sins, it wouldn't add any hidden virtue, but it would accelerate his reincarnation and allow him to be reborn into a good family.

In the next life.

This novel you...

His grandfather will certainly be reborn into a wealthy household, far happier than in the Le Family, so why would he be so sorrowful? Naturally, he should feel glad for his grandfather's good rebirth.

Suddenly.

Le Zhuang, catching a glimpse of Xuanqing Daozhang waving at him, quickly rose from the ground and briskly walked toward Xuanqing Daozhang.

"I'll first take Wang Ping'an's kid back to Kumu Guan; after being out so long, his family is probably anxiously waiting at Kumu Guan..."

Before Xuanqing Daozhang could finish his sentence, he saw Wang Ping'an, who had been lounging on the chair like a lord, rise, his short legs quickening toward the summoned troupe. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Wang Ping'an standing beside the troupe, watching the musicians with curiosity, causing no disturbance; relieved, he said:

"This kid loves to join any commotion!"

"Ding! At a funeral, you curiously listened to the troupe's music; your comprehension and talent—Music Theory activation—grant you a modest benefit. Congratulations, you have earned the reward: Sad Music 【Entry Level】. Congratulations, you have obtained a new profession: Musician Path!"

Wang Ping'an commanded the Paper Person back to the Le Family; as he regained his senses, he heard wave after wave of heart‑aching music. Instinctively looking up, he saw the troupe playing, likely hired not long ago, and sensed an indescribable feeling within the music; he rose instinctively and moved closer.

Before long.

A mechanical, cold voice rang in his mind!

(End of Chapter)