She had a premonition that this matter was related to the demonic cultivators who were universally hated in the cultivation world.

Now she must have some inexplicable relationship with the demonic cultivators. That dark aura is still hiding in her meridians, like a wild dog that can't be driven away!

Feng Tianhe quickly shook his head and said earnestly, "I didn't even tell Grandpa. I only told him that we encountered a monster and that you were injured and fainted, sister."

"As soon as you returned to the sect, your friend from the Medical Peak rushed up like a madman and took you to the Medical Peak for treatment. Grandpa didn't even have time to check your wounds."

Tu Longjian turned his head and looked around. The simple, light blue decor and the calming water elemental energy in the air confirmed that it was indeed a high-level treatment room at Medical Peak.

Hearing this, she felt a little relieved.

Seeing her expression, Feng Tianhe quickly said, "Don't worry, sister, I won't tell anyone."

He bent his finger and swore an oath, "I, Feng Tianhe, hereby swear an oath to the heavens that if I reveal the details of my sister's injury in the deserted village, I will be struck by lightning, my Dao heart shattered, and my soul scattered!"

Tu Longjian was surprised that the child was so perceptive, and immediately dispelled her suspicions.

The Heavenly Oath is the most solemn and domineering oath in the world. No matter how powerful the oath-taker is, if they break their promise, the consequences will inevitably come to pass.

However, the vow this child made was too heavy. It turned out that he was actually a clever and obedient child with a keen mind, but he lacked a sense of security.

Although Feng Tianhe was far away, she could hear everything Feng Tianhe muttered to herself in front of her mother's grave, thanks to her exceptional hearing as a cultivator.

"You've drawn Qi into your body?" Tu Longjian raised an eyebrow.

Oaths made by mortals to the Heavenly Dao are invalid; only oaths made by cultivators who have entered the Dao have binding force.

Feng Tianhe scratched the back of his head, somewhat disappointed: "Yes, I have successfully guided Qi into my body."

He did not reveal that he promised to draw qi into his body in order to ask his grandfather to save Tu Longjian.

Seeing the change in Feng Tianhe's attitude, Tu Longjian couldn't help but pay more attention to him.

She disliked unruly children, but she could also sense their sincerity. Besides, the young boy who had been so unruly not long ago had become much more obedient under her pressure and was no longer so annoying.

Tu Longjian asked curiously, "You were gritting your teeth and refusing to cultivate before, why did you suddenly give in?"

Is it really true that children's thoughts are hard to fathom? She wasn't young in her previous life either, and she disliked seeing children except for work, so she didn't have much contact with them.

Feng Tianhe spoke slowly, his expression sorrowful: "Actually, the biggest reason I didn't want to cultivate was my grandfather."

"What's wrong with Senior Feng?" she asked.

"Nothing much. This kid was afraid I'd die, so he insisted on keeping it from you before. But now he's all lovey-dovey and willing to tell you everything."

Feng Hong walked in from the door and sat down in front of the chair.

"Grandpa," Feng Tianhe called out, sobbing.

Feng Hong waved his hand, his face glowing red, as if he were experiencing a final burst of energy before death.

"Don't cry. Tears are the embodiment of blood and energy. Don't waste them. Save them for my funeral."

"Now that we've spoken frankly, Senior Feng, may you please tell your disciple?" Tu Longjian asked, a hint of doubt in his eyes as he listened to the grandfather and grandson speaking in riddles.

Feng Hong stroked his beard, rubbed Feng Tianhe's little head, and chuckled heartily.

"You've been pretending for so long, you must be tired by now."

"You're too sensitive. Grandpa brought you back because you look like my deceased grandson."

“But I know clearly that you two have completely different temperaments. I can’t bear to see good children suffer. Over the years, I’ve already treated you like my own grandson. You are not anyone’s substitute, and I will not drive you away.”

Feng Tian looked at Feng Hong with admiration and leaned into the old man's thin, bony chest.

"Grandpa, I can't bear to part with you."

It turned out that Feng Hong was nearing the end of his life. After bringing Feng Tianhe back, he discovered that he had an extremely rare innate physique, looked so much like his grandson, and had a good temperament, but was a bit sensitive and stubborn, and liked to overthink things.

He has decided to groom Feng Tianhe as his successor.

Feng Hong had been studying the art of array flags for a long time and had actually collected array flags that were said to be able to transmit power.

He has always been open-minded, and since the passing of his son and his family, he has taken a very detached view of life and death.

Since my cultivation would dissipate upon death, I might as well use a power transfer formation to impart a portion of my power to Feng Tianhe and seal it within his body.

When Feng Tianhe encounters danger or reaches a certain level of cultivation, the seal can be gradually lifted, both to enhance his strength and to protect his innate body from the interference of demons and evil spirits.

But when the child found out his idea, he stubbornly refused to cultivate.

Feng Hong was both pleased by his filial piety and angry at his absurdity.

Now that they've come to the world of cultivation, how can they not cultivate for their entire lives? He's about to die, so who will protect Feng Tianhe then?

So he issued a task, ostensibly to teach children cultivation, but in reality, Qi Refining cultivators are often quite young, and he hoped that among those young people there would be someone of similar age who could help his grandson resolve his inner conflicts and offer him some advice.

Unexpectedly, after years of failure and countless setbacks, the girl finally succeeded.

At this point, Feng Hong was filled with gratitude towards Tu Longjian. The old man looked at Tu Longjian with a friendly and energetic expression and said, "I have to thank you a lot, young friend, for helping me fulfill my long-cherished wish, hahaha."

After hearing the story of the grandfather and grandson rushing to each other's aid, Tu Longjian's mind drifted to another crucial point: "A formation flag technique that can transfer power?"

"That's incredible."

"To be honest, I also have a flag as a magical weapon. May I ask you for some pointers, senior?"

In fact, she still only had a vague understanding of how to use the array flags. Although the instructions on the array flags were written in great detail on the scroll, she searched the library for several days but did not find much information. She only knew that it was indeed a declining method.

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