Chapter 645: Heartbroken? Isn't This the Greatest Good News?

"This works?"

After hearing the system prompt sound echoing in his mind, Wang Ping'an's face was full of odd expression, but more than that, it was delight; in his mind he couldn't help picturing Feng Yanrong playing the guqin, firing one Sword Apparatus after another, and he silently hoped:

"I don't even know if I can be as carefree as her!"

While speaking, Wang Ping'an's thoughts shifted, and he couldn't wait to pull up the system panel; seeing that it displayed as many as fifty thousand Merit, his joy was almost impossible to hide.

"What on earth is this little brat, with such a sorrowful piece, how can he still laugh?"

Xuanqing Daozhang looked at the unmistakable excitement flashing on Wang Ping'an's face, his own expression odd; if he hadn't known that Wang Ping'an was only a few months old and unaware of anything, he would have had to examine Wang Ping'an's mind, fearing to provoke Le Zhuang's displeasure, and hurriedly apologized to Le Zhuang on Wang Ping'an's behalf, saying:

"Xiao Zhuang, don't compare yourself with your senior brother; even though he is your senior brother, he's actually just a few months old, doesn't understand anything, doesn't know what's going on, and might laugh inexplicably because he thought of something funny!"

Although.

He also couldn't understand; Wang Ping'an was only a few months old, likely had no memories in his mind, how could he think of something funny.

"Uncle, the way you put it, I'm not some petty person, how could I possibly…"

Le Zhuang shook his head, and before he could finish speaking, he suddenly reacted, his eyes widening, his face and gaze filled with disbelief; he glanced at Xuanqing Daozhang, then looked up at Wang Ping'an in the distance, his voice trembling as he exclaimed in shock:

"Uncle, you, you, you aren't kidding me, right? This child, this child is only a few months old, shouldn't he be one or two years old by now?"

He wasn't unfamiliar with children; he knew exactly what a few-month-old child looked like, even smaller than Wang Ping'an, let alone one like Wang Ping'an who could walk steadily without getting tired. Though Wang Ping'an couldn't speak yet, it's rare but not unheard of for a one- or two-year-old to be mute.

He found it hard to believe that Wang Ping'an was only a few months old.

"Do you think I'd deceive you with something like this? And tell me, what's the benefit for me to lie about this?"

Xuanqing Daozhang chuckled, unconcerned. The stunned look on Le Zhuang's face—actually, even he himself, if he weren't spending day and night with Wang Ping'an, would be shocked by Wang Ping'an's current condition; he then boasted:

"You don't know; despite your senior brother's young age, he possesses many extraordinary abilities, otherwise he wouldn't have the right to be your master. You kid, listen to me: you must flatter your senior brother in the future; if he can give you a pull, perhaps you could even become an immortal!"

He had heard of, and even witnessed, the principle that when one attains the Dao, even chickens and dogs ascend to heaven.

He was already of a certain age, his own talent was clear, and he had no desire to become an immortal; he didn't care, as long as Wang Ping'an could give him a hand.

The only thing he cared about was that Wang Ping'an could help him secure a place in history, and he learned that his family's Wenjun was in the Underworld and hadn't yet reincarnated; if not for Wang Ping'an and Le Zhuang dragging him down.

He might have already gone to Yincao Difu to look for his family's Wenjun.

As for Le Zhuang, this kid wants to develop in the mortal world and still needs his family's Wang Ping'an's help.

"Uncle, you're right; you, this disciple of yours, are truly extraordinary!"

Le Zhuang wore an odd expression, opened his mouth as if to say something, but the words wouldn't come out; even calling Wang Ping'an 'senior brother' was impossible. Not wanting to continue the topic, he shifted:

"Uncle, you just said to excuse me, not to mind this kid's smile; speaking of it, I'm not afraid of your scolding, I even want to laugh. After all, you told me my grandfather passed through Guimen Guan to be reborn, which would not only accelerate his reincarnation but also place him in a rich family—this is a tremendous piece of good news."

It's also the kind of lifelong good deed many hope for; my grandfather could obtain it so easily that I could even wake up laughing in my dreams.

Unfortunately.

The troupe we hired is outstanding; the music they play isn't ordinary sorrow, and even if I wanted to laugh, I couldn't make myself laugh!

【9】 As soon as he finished speaking, Le Zhuang couldn't help glancing at Wang Ping'an; seeing his smile amid the Sad Music, it not only didn't fade but intensified, and the odd expression on his face grew even stronger.

As soon as the words were spoken, Le Zhuang couldn't help glancing at Wang Ping'an, and seeing the smile on his face, in this Sad Music it not only failed to lessen but grew stronger, the odd expression on his face becoming even more intense.

"You're right; this time your grandfather indeed stumbled upon a tremendous good fortune!"

Xuanqing Daozhang also let out a sigh of relief.

He was happy, not because Le Zhuang didn't mind Wang Ping'an's matter; Wang Ping'an is just a few months old, and any normal person wouldn't dwell on him. His earlier words, appearing to apologize for Wang Ping'an to Le Zhuang, were actually meant to test whether Le Zhuang had moved beyond his grandfather's grief.

Hearing Le Zhuang's words and seeing that he didn't seem to be merely forcing a smile to hide grief, it indicated that this kid was gradually, albeit barely, emerging from the sorrow of his grandfather's passing.

Ding! You spend ten Merit to upgrade the talent: Music Theory, Entry Level → Proficiency!

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Ding! You spend one hundred Merit to upgrade the talent: Music Theory, Proficiency → Mastery!

Ding! You spend one thousand Merit to upgrade the talent: Music Theory, Mastery → Cultivation!

……

Wang Ping'an, satisfied, moved his gaze from the fifty thousand Merit, saw the talents: Music Theory and the piece Sad Music, both showing a prominent 【Entry Level】; without hesitation, he repeatedly tapped the golden flashing '+' behind them, hearing in his mind a series of mechanical, cold sounds.

Until he upgraded both talents—Music Theory and the piece Sad Music—to the Cultivation realm, he finally stopped, shifting his gaze to other talents, skills, cultivation methods, and so on!

He originally intended to gather enough Merit to reach one hundred thousand points, to see if there were higher levels beyond the Greater Attainment Realm, but unfortunately those warriors he had slain didn't know any better; they summoned Guimen Guan, trying to send them to reincarnate, yet they refused and instead sought revenge.

Although they became nourishment for enhancing his Spirit Power, he could no longer obtain Merit; trying to reach one hundred thousand Merit, he didn't know when that would happen, so he decided to first upgrade the five Cultivation-level talents, skills, and cultivation methods to the Greater Attainment Realm, and leave the hundred thousand Merit for later.

Anyway, he's not in a hurry!

Of course.

The Merit obtained this time was a full fifty thousand, not just exactly fifty thousand points; otherwise he wouldn't have been bold enough to instantly upgrade the newly acquired talents—Music Theory and the piece Sad Music—to the Cultivation realm!

(End of Chapter)