The little girl in his family has abilities that are difficult for people to understand. Could it be that... the little girl is a cultivator?
Thinking of this possibility, Wen Ziqing's face turned pale.
Wang Xuyang thought Wen Ziqing was regretting his decision, and he couldn't help but show off proudly: "Our Yushan Sect is the largest sect of cultivation, and my uncle is the most powerful cultivator in the Yushan Sect. If you knew how great an opportunity you missed, you would definitely regret it. Hahaha..."
Yushan Sect? Why Yushan Sect again? Zhou Yuanyuan couldn't help but get angry when she heard this. It seemed that Wu Xiuyun was from Yushan Sect. Zhou Yuanyuan was still a little dissatisfied with Yushan Sect for not being able to keep Zhou Xi in Kyoto.
"Xiao Yu, does Brother Ziqing have spiritual roots? This Wang Xuyang said that his uncle wants to accept Brother Ziqing as his personal disciple. Is this true or false?" The Yushan Sect is a bit far away from Zhou Yuanyuan. At present, Zhou Yuanyuan is more curious about Wen Ziqing.
"Master, Xiaoyu doesn't know if Wen Ziqing has spiritual roots," Xiaoyu answered honestly. Honestly, if it weren't for Zhou Yuanyuan's special regard for Wen Ziqing, Xiaoyu wouldn't have cared who he was. Given the contract Xiaoyu had signed with the Zhao family's ancestors, her skills would only be passed down to the Zhao family's descendants. Therefore, Xiaoyu didn't really care whether anyone else had spiritual roots, aside from the descendants of the Zhao family.
"Xiaoyu, can you please see if Brother Ziqing has any spiritual roots?" Zhou Yuanyuan's heart was burning. She had always walked the path of immortality alone. If Brother Ziqing could also cultivate, could they walk hand in hand for a longer time?
"Master, Xiaoyu can't tell. Back then, Xiaoyu was able to identify your cultivation talent by relying on your blood." Xiaoyu felt very ashamed. It was just a jade spirit and it really didn't have the ability to identify spiritual roots at a glance.
"Well... okay!" Zhou Yuanyuan's enthusiasm quickly cooled after Xiaoyu poured cold water on her. She didn't even know where Brother Ziqing was. Even if he had a talent for cultivation, what good would it do? Finding someone was more important.
On the "screen," Wen Ziqing shook his head and said coldly to Wang Xuyang, "I don't regret it."
What monk? What opportunity? How could it be more important than his little girl?
In this life, Wen Ziqing only wants to be with Zhou Yuanyuan. No matter how good wealth, glory, and longevity are, they are just icing on the cake for him.
"What?" Wang Xuyang was stunned. Not being able to see Wen Ziqing's expression of envy or regret, as he had hoped, was an incredible thing for Wang Xuyang. To become a direct disciple of his uncle-master was the dream of every disciple of the Yushan Sect. If it weren't for his uncle-master's urging, Wang Xuyang would definitely have caused Wen Ziqing's "accidental death" again.
"Wang Xuyang, I have no regrets. If you want to become my disciple, just go and do it yourself." Wen Ziqing got the answer he wanted and decided not to argue with Wang Xuyang any further. While he still had time, he might as well go to the post office and send some money to Da Zeng and Xiao Jin's families. After all, they were implicated by him.
Wang Xuyang trembled with anger at Wen Ziqing's words. Just become a disciple if you want? If it were that simple, why would he be jealous of Wen Ziqing? Sure enough, what he'd been pursuing so long was something Wen Ziqing could easily obtain with just a nod. What a golden opportunity! Why didn't these people cherish it?
Wen Ziqing didn't want to pay any more attention to Wang Xuyang. He picked up the net bag on the bedside table and headed out the door. Wen Ziqing had bought these things as props to provoke Wang Xuyang. Now that the truth was revealed, these things should be put to a better place. Meng Xiao and Lao Tian had also lost a lot of blood after their injuries, so they needed to replenish their blood.
"Wen Ziqing, you can't leave. You have to go back to the mountain with me. My uncle is waiting for you!" Wang Xuyang couldn't help but get anxious when he saw Wen Ziqing was about to leave.
Wen Ziqing stopped and said, "I'm not going. It's none of my business if he wants to wait."
After Wen Ziqing finished speaking, he didn't wait for Wang Xuyang's answer and walked out the door firmly.
"Wen Ziqing, I have some of Da Zeng's relics here. Do you want them?" Wang Xuyang shouted anxiously.
Wang Xuyang was filled with regret. He had thought that once he revealed his status as a cultivator, Wen Ziqing would happily follow him back to Yushan Sect. After all, in this world, cultivating immortality meant future immense power. Wang Xuyang had never met anyone who could resist such temptation. Oh, no! Now Wang Xuyang had met someone: Wen Ziqing.
After Wen Ziqing left, Wang Xuyang didn’t know if he would have the chance to see him again.
Wang Xuyang was anxious today, and blurted out everything he should and shouldn't say. No matter which of these things were said by Wen Ziqing, it would not be a good ending for Wang Xuyang.
While Wang Xuyang's strength wasn't enough to frighten these secular soldiers, a fight would inevitably ensue, and Wang Xuyang's identity as a cultivator would be exposed. For years, cultivators had been forbidden from interfering in the conflicts between secular nations; this taboo wasn't just for show. Wang Xuyang dared to do this because he believed that his ring, with its altered appearance, meant that even if suspicions arose, without concrete evidence, the "madmen" of the law enforcement team wouldn't be able to do anything about him.
However, if Wang Xuyang got into a fight with the Chinese military, even if the matter became public, even if Wang Xuyang relied on his strength to run back to the sect, he would still be punished accordingly.
More importantly, Wang Xuyang had already promised his uncle that he would bring Wen Ziqing back to the mountain soon. If his uncle knew that Wen Ziqing had come to hate the Yushan Sect because of his covert actions... Wang Xuyang felt that he could not withstand his uncle's wrath at the mere thought.
When Wen Ziqing heard Wang Xuyang say that he had Da Zeng's relics, he couldn't help but stop again.
"Master, look at Wang Xuyang's hand." Xiaoyu reminded Zhou Yuanyuan.
As Wang Xuyang shouted those words, he put both hands behind his back. His left hand quickly twisted the ring on his right ring finger, releasing its invisibility. Then, his right fingernail quickly scratched the tip of his left middle finger, and blood immediately gushed from it. He gritted his teeth and pressed his bleeding finger against the black ring.
The moment Wen Ziqing turned around, Wang Xuyang's lips moved rapidly. The air in the ward fluctuated again, and after the fluctuation, a piece of black cloth suddenly appeared in Wang Xuyang's hand, which was behind his back.
At this time, Wang Xuyang's face turned pale and his body was a little shaky.
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