Although Bai Furong grew up in the Bai family, her family never talked to her about these things in detail.
Upon hearing this, I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy.
"The power of inherited bloodlines is truly astounding."
Why is it that they strive so hard to cultivate immortality yet their future remains uncertain, while Bai Chongjiang has a bloodline inheritance that allows her to soar to the heavens?
But after hearing the rest, and thinking about the thin, short girl she had met that day, she was no longer jealous.
"Then why has it fallen to this state?"
Bai Chongjiang is the same age as her, but she's like a sickly kitten, easily blown over by a strong wind.
"Do you think this comes without a price? Bloodline inheritance is even rarer than spiritual roots. The Bai family hasn't had anyone awaken their bloodline in nearly a thousand years. Moreover, such people are born with a calamity. Only by safely passing through the calamity can they soar to great heights."
In today's world, the most popular technique is Qi Refining, which emphasizes the process from Qi Refining to Foundation Establishment, Nascent Soul, and Great Ascension. The basic requirement is to have good spiritual roots, so all sects and families value children with good spiritual roots.
Meanwhile, all the families that inherited their bloodline gradually declined.
"So Bai Chongjiang was sent to Zhaoxian Dao Academy to avoid calamity? Could it be that she awakened her bloodline?!"
The First Madam scoffed, "Hmph, that's wishful thinking. When a bloodline inheritor is born, there are always extraordinary phenomena in the sky, and the Heavenly Dao will shift. Bai Chongjiang's birth date is just ordinary, and she is a useless person with five spiritual roots who cannot establish a foundation. Her dead mother... was just afraid that I would harm her daughter."
Bai Furong changed the subject, saying, "So, is her being brought back related to my eldest sister?"
The First Madam nodded: "For the sake of your eldest sister, we have no choice but to send her over there."
“But…” Bai Furong hesitated for a long time before saying, “She looks like she’s seven or eight years old.”
This is indeed a problem. The First Madam never expected that Bai Chongjiang would look like this when she saw her again. This puts her in a difficult position. Even if the age is just right, how can she have children with this figure?
"Perhaps the food at the Taoist temple is not good. Let's try to recover at home. Besides..." The First Madam swallowed her words halfway through.
"And what?" Bai Furong asked curiously.
"It's nothing. You just got back, don't worry about these things. Go to sleep early."
After saying this, he stood up, instructed the maid to take good care of him, and left.
What could be said was said, and what couldn't be said, the First Madam kept to herself.
She asked Yang, the old woman behind her, "Where is the master resting today?"
Granny Yang bowed and answered carefully, "I rested at Aunt Mian's place."
Zhang closed her eyes.
Although she still looks beautiful, the master has been visiting less and less these past few years. New people are replacing the old ones, and favor is unreliable. She can't do without a boy by her side.
"It seems we still need to think of some other methods."
The First Madam silently planned to return to her own courtyard.
There was a flurry of discussion in each courtyard of the Bai family. As the night deepened and the lights gradually went out, everyone drifted off to sleep.
The next day, after breakfast, Bai Chongjiang was summoned to the study.
Jiang Yuansong, who had been standing with his hands behind his back, looking more like a patriarch than a father, turned around and said indifferently when he saw Bai Chongjiang enter:
"Jiang'er, you don't need to go to the academy anymore. Stay home and prepare for your marriage."
Bai Chongjiang looked at his small frame, his face full of questions.
Father Jiang frowned: "Did you hear that?"
“Father, I heard you.”
"If you heard that, go back now. Just follow Madam's arrangements." Father Jiang hadn't expected her to be so agreeable.
The white ginger pestle remained motionless.
"What's wrong?"
“Father, I find marriage uninteresting; I’d rather become a Buddhist monk.”
Jiang Yuansong was so angry his beard almost stood on end: "Listen to the nonsense you're spouting! Didn't you just agree to that?"
"What did I promise? Father only asked if I heard him, and I answered truthfully. Besides, cultivation is the highest pursuit of all people. How did it become nonsense?"
Upon hearing this, Father Jiang frowned even more deeply: "How can you cultivate with such a useless spiritual root?!"
He realized his tone was a bit harsh as soon as he said it, but he couldn't take it back. He could only soften his tone and say, "Your birth mother insisted that you go to the academy. I couldn't persuade her otherwise, so I agreed. But look at you. You haven't learned anything, and you don't even have the most basic manners."
Once he started talking, he continued to scold, "Although families like ours don't pay much attention to worldly etiquette, now that you're back, you should learn to be a proper young lady. After you get married, you can't bring shame to the Bai family."
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