Yu Jinshu's face was filled with joy: "Master, what you mean is that I have the talent to become an immortal."
Wuyang nodded again: "Of course, the flower-petal moles between your eyebrows and palms must mean that you were an immortal in your previous life. I guess you committed a crime and were punished to be sent to the human world to endure the calamity."
The more Yu Jinshu listened, the more excited he became. This was too interesting.
She came to the human world, her parents died, she suffered a lot since childhood, and she married a man who wanted to kill his wife to prove his truth. It turned out that she was undergoing a tribulation.
"But what kind of fairy am I who came down to earth to overcome the tribulation?"
Wuyang: "Go back to Xuantian Sect and ask your master and you will know. Speaking of cultivating immortals, there are three levels of cultivation: the mortal immortal realm, the spiritual immortal realm, the immortal immortal realm, the divine immortal realm, and finally the celestial immortal realm. When you reach the celestial immortal realm, you will become one with heaven and earth and possess endless immortal power."
"Master, what realm are you in now? And what realm is Master in?"
"My master is at the third level of the Spiritual Immortal Realm, and your master is at the seventh level of the Immortal Immortal Realm. Each realm has nine levels."
Yu Jinshu finally understood. She quickly ate the fish in her hand and cleaned up the fire. "Master, let's hurry up."
Wuyang: "Hey! Didn't you always say you wanted to rest? Why do you want to hurry up?"
Yu Jinshu: "I want to go to Xuantian Sect to see my handsome master as soon as possible."
Wuyang frowned, "Master is someone you can covet."
Yu Jinshu pouted and smiled at the old man Wuyang: "Master, if I, your disciple, capture the master, what will you call me?"
Wuyang was putting on his tattered cloth shoes. When he heard this, he took off his shoes and slapped Yu Jinshu.
Yu Jinshu dodged, made a face at Wuyang, and said with a smile: "Master, if I capture you, you will have to call me Master."
Wuyang listened to this and thought about it carefully, "Eh! That's right! If my disciple marries my master, I can call her Master's Wife, and my master can call me Master."
He frowned again, "This, this, this seems a bit messed up!"
Yu Jinshu quickly helped old man Wuyang pack his bag, put the bag on his shoulder, and walked forward.
Wuyang followed behind step by step, leaning on a crutch. He was still thinking, what should he call his master if his disciple defeated his master's master?
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