novelaction Chapter 418
Chapter 418
"Disciple, what's going on? Tell your master. Anyone who dares to bully my disciple will be in for a world of hurt." The old Taoist's expression was extremely terrifying, his beard bristling, his brows furrowed, and his eyes seemed to be spitting fire.
"Uh, Master, the mother-and-child sword that Miss Bai gave me, for some reason, blew up my foot while I was practicing."
"Ahem cough cough~~~ Hmm, the weather is nice today."
The old Taoist priest's imposing manner immediately weakened, and he looked at his disciple with some guilt, while completely ignoring the others.
"Master, please come in and talk."
Zhong Ming offered a way out, greeting the battalion commander and the others. Just a few minutes earlier, he felt utterly alone in the military camp, wounded in battle, utterly miserable. But now, seeing that it was just an old Taoist priest who had come, and was immediately subdued by several Foundation Establishment cultivators at the entrance, a surge of emotion welled up in his heart.
These soldiers don't seem to like expressing their emotions directly.
Oh, right, you were a bit too direct when you were cursing.
The old Taoist priest angrily pushed Zhong Ming into the castle, pointing and gesturing at the place as he went.
“My disciple, your superior is really outrageous! He actually let you live in this dilapidated, drafty place. What happened up there? Is the castle still standing? How could he let you move in like this? What if someone gets crushed to death?”
Zhong Ming listened silently, even enjoying it somewhat.
“Master, I specifically requested to stay here. This shame must be atoned for with blood.”
"Good disciple, this is my good disciple, it's just that your body..." The old Taoist priest wasn't so easily fooled. It was normal for him to come out limping because of a foot injury, but you came out in a wheelchair...
Don't tell me you keep a wheelchair in your storage stone. Following this "better safe than sorry" logic, you should also have prosthetics, hearing aids, and soft pillows in your storage stone...
You were already in a wheelchair before the mother-and-child sword malfunctioned!
“Master, let’s go to the quiet room to talk.”
Zhong Ming led the old Taoist to the room where he had been meditating. After entering, the old Taoist sighed, waved his hand, and the whole room shook slightly, as if something was different, but also as if nothing had changed.
"Master?"
"It's nothing, just some gaps have been plugged." The old Taoist looked at the rudimentary place, which didn't even have a bed. His disciple was so injured that he could only meditate on a futon. It was truly difficult for him.
He placed his hand on Zhong Ming's wrist, and upon inspection, discovered that everything was in complete chaos.
Zhong Ming told him about the talent swap, and the old Taoist was so frightened that his hair stood on end, and he silently counted on his fingers.
As he said before, he doesn't know how to tell fortunes.
The finger counting was simply a way of counting how many enemies needed to be killed.
"Master, this... should be considered a blessing, right?"
"Whether it's a blessing or a curse, only Heaven knows. My disciple, now that you have spiritual roots, you can cultivate your own techniques if you wish."
Zhong Ming shook his head and said firmly, "No, Master, I will cultivate what you taught me."
“Disciple, what I mean is that you can now cultivate another set of techniques without worrying about the conflict between them.”
Zhong Ming: ? ? ?
"Master, are you saying that the Body Refining Technique won't affect the cultivation of other techniques?"
"Definitely not, would your master harm you?" The old Taoist was quite confident on this point. After all... the Body Refining Technique wasn't originally meant for humans to cultivate. Who said body refining was about cultivating the human physique? Zhong Ming has been cultivating for so long, has his physique improved at all?
As I've said before, when it comes to choosing a name, you should conceal your true identity, but there should also be a subtle connection between the name and your destiny.
Zhong Ming suddenly remembered that his disciple seemed to be practicing the "Ren Shui Jing" and that it was of a fairly high rank.
“Master, I’ve taken on… half a disciple. Please take a look at me, I…” Zhong Ming was a little embarrassed, afraid that he would be scolded by the old Taoist for taking on a disciple indiscriminately. But the old Taoist was quite happy. “Good, this can be considered a prosperity for our sect. You have helped my Maoshan Taoist Temple to expand its branches.”
“But Master, I don’t know the Taoist practices of our temple, and I haven’t studied any of the Taoist scriptures, so I can’t teach him. What do you think…?”
The old Taoist priest's face stiffened at these words, and he quickly waved his hand, saying, "Respect your own path, find your own path. We, as masters, are only guides and cannot interfere too much. My Maoshan Taoist Temple does not have such strict rules."
The old Taoist priest immediately changed the subject.
"Take out the mother and child swords and let me see what's going on."
Upon hearing this, Zhong Ming drew his sword. The old Taoist priest then waved his hand rapidly in the air as if drawing a talisman, before pressing a finger on the longsword and sliding it from the tip to the tassel. Finally, he struck the sword hard.
The mother and child swords emitted a clear, ringing sound.
After all this, Zhong Ming didn't sense any fluctuations in spiritual energy. Could this be the highest level of the Body Refining Technique, where one can tame a treasure with just a swipe of their finger like a polishing stone?
The old Taoist priest pulled out the sword, performed the ritual again, and then threw the sword back to Zhong Ming.
"Okay, try it."
Zhong Ming was skeptical, but he probed it with a little spiritual power, and it was indeed as smooth as before.
“Master, is it really possible? Could you please teach me? If something like this happens again in the future, I won’t have to trouble you.”
The old Taoist priest thought to himself, 'What should I teach? How to negotiate with Miss Bai? You might as well try to charm her; that might work better.'
He sat up straight and said loudly, "The Way cannot be spoken of; just cultivate yourself, and success will come naturally."
Seeing his master's seriousness, Zhong Ming also became nervous and respectfully asked about how to break through to the Qi Refining stage and whether it was possible to choose the "Ren Shui Jing". The old Taoist's answer was always: "Trust your own feelings".
After saying that, the old Taoist priest felt embarrassed and added, "I will always be your support. Just keep moving forward. If you encounter any problems, I will help you."
"Disciple thanks Master."
Regardless of whether the old Taoist priest was exaggerating or not, he did appear when problems arose.
"Master, I have another request."
"Yes, just talk."
Zhong Ming miserably picked up his storage bag, which was covered with someone else's restriction and could not be opened.
"Master, my storage bag has been sealed by someone else. Can you help me open it?"
The old Taoist priest glanced at it and immediately realized that it was the work of a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator. He thought about how far he would have to run to lift the restriction, and if he ran back, not to mention that Miss Bai would definitely get annoyed and cleave his Cat Mountain Taoist Temple in two with a single sword strike.
"It's just the work of a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator. My disciple, even if you don't work hard yourself, you can spend some military merit points and hire a master from the camp to break it. I will only help you when there are things you can't handle. You still have to rely on yourself to walk your own path."