Fang Ruotang looked at Xun Zhu, who could now communicate normally, and a little thought came to her mind.
The incident started like this.
Gu Yanjin and his group of six thought that since they had already arrived at Medicine King Valley, it would be a waste of their time there if they didn't learn some skills here.
So they happily found Su Mu and brought it up with him.
Xun Zhu now relies on Fang Ruotang to prevent his soul from dissipating, and Medicine King Valley has practically opened its doors to Fang Ruotang and her group.
The Medicine King Valley's Scripture Pavilion is divided into floors. The first floor is open to even outer disciples, but going up requires contributions. Even inner disciples are not qualified to go up the higher floors.
But it opened up to Fang Ruotang and her group in such a fresh and beautiful way.
Fang Ruotang and her six companions had no concept of politeness and swaggered up to the front, while Gu Yanjin and her six companions absorbed the knowledge like sponges.
Su Mu felt this most deeply. In just a few days, he went from being able to handle things with ease to now finding it difficult and challenging.
In his eyes, these six men were like monsters; any spiritual herbs or medicines they possessed became incredibly obedient in their hands.
They simply tossed them into the furnace, without any secret technique, and pot after pot of elixirs were refined in this way, without a single bad pill.
This completely blinded him; he couldn't believe it.
In just a few days, Su Mu was so devastated that he disappeared and went into seclusion.
Yes, it was at this critical juncture that he chose to go into seclusion.
Fang Ruotang and the other six didn't care much. If Su Mu wasn't around, they could just learn on their own. It was through this learning that Xun Zhu started to speak. As he slowly regained his senses, he didn't even fully recover his past memories. But because of muscle memory, he could distinguish spiritual herbs and medicines, and even refine pills.
Fang Ruotang saw this situation.
Hmm...
Isn't this what they call the chosen workers in another world?
"Do you want to continue living?" Fang Ruotang asked, sounding like a big bad wolf trying to lure a little white rabbit.
"If you can live, who wants to die?" Xun Zhu replied.
Although he had no memories of the past, he was not disheartened or unwilling to live. Moreover, when he watched the six men flipping through books about various spiritual herbs and medicines, his emotions fluctuated greatly, which showed that he truly loved these things.
"Here you go, but I have one condition: you must join my sect. How about it?" Fang Ruotang directly gave Xun Zhu the ghost cultivator's techniques and martial arts that she had obtained from the little mirror.
Xunzhu didn't go to see it right away.
He frowned and asked, "I remember you told me that my name is Xun Zhu and that I am the personal disciple of the Valley Master of Medicine King Valley? Although I have no memory of it, I know that once I have joined a sect and recognized a master, it is impossible for me to join another sect."
"You can have two families!"
Fang Ruotang's words caused the six men who were studying to look up abruptly.
Gu Nancheng said, both amused and exasperated, "Xiao Ruoruo, isn't this word used in a different way?"
“What does it matter? The meaning is the same anyway. Didn’t you understand it right away? Aren’t words just for communication? As long as you understand the meaning, isn’t that enough?” Fang Ruotang said confidently.
“What you said makes a lot of sense.” Gu Nancheng was immediately convinced.
"Right! Anyway, words were created to enable human communication so that people could understand each other. Originally, these words were given meanings by our predecessors."
After Gu Nancheng agreed, Fang Ruotang became even more confident, and her back was ramrod straight as she spoke.
"So? Do you agree or not? If you don't agree, I won't give you the cultivation techniques and martial arts skills. You'd better think it through, or you'll miss this good opportunity and end up courting death."
Xun Zhu listened helplessly to Fang Ruotang's words.
"This isn't a decision I can make alone, is it? Master probably won't agree, after all, if I agree to your request, it would be betraying the sect..."
"What are you thinking! If your master really cares about you, he certainly won't refuse. After all, if it were my disciple, would I care if he joined another sect when he was facing life and death? You can join my sect and become a disciple. Aren't there guest elders? You can be a guest elder disciple. You don't need to take anyone else as your master. Your master will still only be the Valley Master."
Cui Shixu chuckled softly, but didn't dare laugh out loud, lest he ruin Fang Ruotang's good deed.
Fang Ruotang's words sound illogical, but upon closer examination, they all seem to make sense, and it's easy to be convinced by her twisted logic.
"...if my master agrees."
"He will definitely agree. If he doesn't agree, then he doesn't really care about you. You're better off without a master like that. Anyway, you don't have a body anymore, so you're practically dead. You might as well leave your sect and come to our Tianyi Sect!"
Seeking Bamboo: ...
Anyway, no matter what, you have to join the Heavenly One Sect.
When the Valley Master excitedly delivered the refined pills, he was faced with the crisis of his disciples being snatched away. His world collapsed, and the smile on his lips vanished.
He was originally very happy to have just refined a new type of elixir.
After all, this was quite a success. Although it was the first time he had seen this formula, the results were very encouraging. But he never expected that in just a few days, his apprentice would no longer be his.
Fang Ruotang looked at the silent Valley Master with suspicion.
"You're not thinking of refusing, are you? A good master wouldn't just watch his disciple die like this. Or perhaps you can find a better ghost cultivation technique and martial arts than this? If so, then just pretend I didn't say anything!"
The Valley Master was both amused and exasperated. "You've said everything, what else is there for me to say!"
"Hehe, I knew you were a good master. Don't worry, our sect just doesn't have a disciple as skilled in alchemy as Xun Zhu. I won't steal your disciple. He's a disciple of two sects, both your Medicine King Valley and my Tianyi Sect. I won't let him take either of them as his master. Aren't there guest elders? Just treat him as a guest disciple of our Tianyi Sect."
The Valley Master was stunned by the nonsensical term "guest disciple".
But it's okay, this is great joy after great sorrow.
Originally, he was prepared to back down for the sake of Xun Zhu's life, thinking that their master-disciple relationship would end here.
Fang Ruotang had regressed, and the Valley Master was extremely grateful to her.
"Sect Master Fang, is this true?"
“Really! It’s true! He will still be your disciple, but he will also be a disciple of my Tianyi Sect. You will be responsible for teaching him, and he will be responsible for teaching the disciples of my Tianyi Sect. It won’t interfere with anything.”
The Valley Master choked.
Now I finally understand what Sect Master Fang is up to.
But what could he do? He couldn't refuse.
After all, the cultivation path of ghost cultivators is often full of hardships and challenges, and he knows nothing about this. It is a completely new system, and he can't help at all.
Sect Master Fang used a top-tier ghost cultivation technique, so she must be very knowledgeable about the path of ghost cultivation. With her leading the way, Xun Zhu's chances of survival are much higher.
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