Mei Qing found it amusing to see the two of them vying to take him as a disciple, though in truth, he had already begun considering his options.
If in the past Mei Qing could be considered a wealthy young gentleman who lived a life free of contention, recent experiences—especially the suppression of his golden elixir, Bi Zhen being taken away by Lu Bing, and the several life-and-death crises he had faced—had made him keenly aware of his current predicament.
In the cultivation world, everyone spoke of pursuing immortality, yet the path was strewn with obstacles and fraught with danger. The most terrifying aspect wasn’t the difficulty of the techniques or the power of heavenly tribulations, but rather the conflicts between cultivators themselves.
Wherever there are people, there will always be struggle. Although cultivators may not live in the same world as ordinary mortals, they are no less prone to intrigue and rivalry—perhaps even more so.
In cultivation, one cannot do without the essentials: methods, locations, treasures, resources, and companions. No one ever ascended to immortality with bare hands alone. Yet worldly resources are limited. To gain more resources and seize the advantage, ultimately depends on one’s strength. Among common folk, fights over food, land, and wealth are common; in the cultivation world, however, conflicts are matters of life and death, often resulting in total annihilation of both body and soul.
The deeper Mei Qing delved into the cultivation world, the more he realized the importance of power. Why could various factions in the Yang family’s ancient mansion casually decide others’ fates with a few words? Why could Zhang Shisan attack him without even asking the reason? It all came down to the backing of strength. Now that an opportunity had arisen to join a sect and find a patron to enhance his power, Mei Qing had no intention of clinging to outdated conventions like a rigid Confucian scholar. He was simply weighing his options to determine which path would bring him the greatest benefit.
Earlier, Mei Qing had deliberately opposed Zhang Shisan, intentionally trying to stir the pot between Zhang and Master Ku. Now seeing the two at each other’s throats, he knew it was time to stop before things got out of hand. Otherwise, if things really fell apart, it would backfire.
With this in mind, Mei Qing plotted silently while stepping forward and coughing lightly.
Zhang Shisan and Master Ku had been like two fighting roosters, but upon hearing Mei Qing’s cough, they both immediately turned their attention to him.
Master Ku smiled slightly, saying nothing, yet his meaning was clear: “Who else but me can ensure a safe ascension without fear of heavenly tribulations? You’ve already practiced the Six-Phase Method of my sect before; you should know its merits and drawbacks.”
Zhang Shisan grinned widely: “Mei Qing, you’ve always practiced Daoist techniques. Would you really switch paths and become a Buddhist? A monkey wearing a golden headband isn’t a good monk—it must be awkward, right?”
Mei Qing looked at them with a worried expression: “Esteemed seniors, your kindness moves me deeply. I’ve always been self-taught, wandering alone in the dark. To have the fortune to join such noble sects today is a rare blessing. But choosing between the two is indeed difficult…”
As both Zhang Shisan and Master Ku stared at him intently, Mei Qing sighed and continued: “Although I have no master or sect, I’ve always practiced Daoist techniques. For future cultivation, continuing along the Daoist path would be natural and much easier…” At this, Zhang Shisan beamed with joy, nodding repeatedly while smugly glancing at Master Ku’s anxious face.
Seeing the two men vying to take him as their disciple, Mei Qing found it amusing, but deep down, he was also considering his options.
If in the past, Mei Qing could be considered a carefree wealthy young man, the series of events he had experienced—especially the sealing of his golden core, Bi Zhen being taken away by Lu Bing, and the life-and-death trials he had faced—had made him acutely aware of his current situation.
In the world of cultivation, everyone seeks immortality, but the path is fraught with hardships and dangers. What is most terrifying is not the difficulty of cultivation techniques or the power of heavenly tribulations, but the constant strife among cultivators themselves.
Where there are people, there is conflict. Although cultivators may seem to inhabit a different world compared to ordinary mortals, their struggles are even more intense.
Cultivators rely on methods, territories, treasures, wealth, and companions—none can ascend to immortality empty-handed. However, resources in the world are limited, and to gain more and seize the initiative, it ultimately comes down to one’s strength. While mortals fight over food, land, and property, often to the point of bloodshed, the battles among cultivators are not just life-and-death struggles but can result in the complete annihilation of one’s soul, leaving no room for mercy.
The more Mei Qing delved into the world of cultivation, the more he realized the importance of strength. Why could the fate of several people be decided in a casual conversation at the Yang family’s ancient residence? Why could Zhang Shisan attack him without hesitation today? It all boiled down to the strength backing them. Therefore, now that he had this opportunity to join a sect, find a patron, and enhance his strength, Mei Qing naturally wouldn’t confine himself to outdated conventions like a pedantic scholar. He was merely considering how to maximize his benefits.
Earlier, Mei Qing had deliberately provoked Zhang Shisan, intending to stir up tension between him and Master Ku. Now that the two were at odds, he knew it was time to step back. If things escalated too far, it would only backfire.
With this in mind, Mei Qing quietly calculated his next move, then stepped forward and coughed lightly.
Zhang Shisan and Master Ku, who had been like two roosters ready to fight, immediately turned their attention to Mei Qing at the sound of his cough. Master Ku smiled slightly, his silence conveying a clear message: “If you seek a carefree ascension without the fear of heavenly tribulations, who else but me? You have already practiced our sect’s Six Phases technique, so you must know its strengths and weaknesses.”
Zhang Shisan, with a beaming smile, said, “Mei Qing, you’ve been practicing Taoist arts all along. Surely you wouldn’t switch to Buddhism now? A monkey wearing a golden hoop—doesn’t that sound awkward?”
Mei Qing looked at the two of them with a troubled expression and said, “I am deeply honored by your favor, but I have always been self-taught, groping in the dark. Today, I am fortunate to have the chance to join a prestigious sect, but I find it difficult to choose between the two paths…”
Seeing Zhang Shisan and Master Ku staring at him intently, Mei Qing sighed and continued, “Although I have no master or sect, I have always practiced Taoist techniques. If I continue on this path, it would be the most natural and easier route…” At this, Zhang Shisan couldn’t help but grin and nod repeatedly, his small eyes darting over to Master Ku’s anxious face, clearly feeling triumphant.
However, Mei Qing then added, “But apart from Taoist techniques, my studies of nature have been based on the Six Phases method of the Huayan school. With Master Ku’s guidance, I have realized that the stones from other mountains can indeed polish jade. While my foundation in Taoist arts is decent, if I could also study Buddhist teachings, I might be able to integrate the two and open up a new path.”
Upon hearing this, Zhang Shisan’s face turned as if he had eaten three bitter melons, while Master Ku, though trying to maintain his composure, couldn’t hide his delight.
Mei Qing continued, “But my bond with my Taoist companion is deep, and the strict rules of Buddhism would be hard for me to endure. After much thought, I still find it difficult to decide. I think—”
Both Zhang Shisan and Master Ku leaned in closer, with Zhang Shisan urging, “So what’s your decision?”
Mei Qing solemnly replied, “I must first consult my wife and follow her instructions.”
At this, Master Ku was stunned, Shi Mengzhu collapsed in disbelief, and Zhang Shisan pounded his chest and stomped his feet, exclaiming, “By the Three Pure Ones! How can a man of your stature be so afraid of his wife? How can such an important matter be left to a woman? Besides, aren’t you and your Taoist companion cultivating together? Do you have another wife managing you?”
Mei Qing shook his head and said, “Although we call each other Taoist companions, our bond is deep. She is determined to marry only me, and I am determined to marry only her. Isn’t that what a wife is? My wife has a strong temper, and if I were to become a disciple without consulting her, she would surely oppose it and be unhappy. That would be disastrous.”
Shi Mengzhu muttered something about “a hen ruling the roost,” while Zhang Shisan, exasperated, lamented, “What a waste of your extraordinary talent, to be burdened with such a fear of your wife!” Only Master Ku smiled slightly and sent a gentle, Buddha-like thought: “All beings are equal, and men and women are the same. There’s nothing wrong with listening to your wife. May I meet your wife and discuss this with her?”
Zhang Shisan was momentarily stunned but quickly realized that if Mei Qing insisted on following his wife’s decision, then winning over his Taoist companion would secure the disciple. He hadn’t expected the usually reserved Master Ku to be so quick-witted. Moreover, the monk’s kind and youthful appearance would surely win the trust of women. Although Mei Qing’s Taoist companion was a cultivator, she probably wasn’t highly skilled, and if the monk managed to persuade her, it would be a disaster.
Despite this, Zhang Shisan remained calm and laughed, saying, “Good disciple, being afraid of your wife is the right thing! In our sect, dual cultivation is common, and it’s only natural to follow your companion’s lead. This monk, on the other hand, has never even seen a woman and wouldn’t understand the benefits of fearing your wife. Let’s go, take me to meet your wife.”
He had been calling Mei Qing “disciple” all along, and now even referred to his wife as “disciple’s wife,” clearly determined to win him over.
Mei Qing, with a sorrowful expression, said, “You don’t understand, senior. My wife and I are now separated. She was taken by a villain, and we can’t see each other…”
“How dare he!” Zhang Shisan’s face turned red with anger. “How dare someone steal my disciple’s wife! Who is it? Tell me, and I’ll go confront him, not only to get your wife back but also to take his wife for you!”
…Better not involve the mother-in-law, Mei Qing thought to himself, and quickly recounted his ordeal. He didn’t go into detail about Lu Bing, only mentioning that his future father-in-law had forbidden their relationship, taken Bi Zhen away, and imprisoned her somewhere, leaving Mei Qing to communicate with her through spiritual thoughts. He then added, “According to filial piety, I must obey my parents’ wishes, so I dare not hope for much. But our bond is so deep that I cannot let go. It’s just a pity that my cultivation is too weak to rescue Bi Zhen… If you can help me save her and she agrees, I would not only become your disciple but also serve you like an ox or a horse…”
“That old fool, how dare he separate a loving couple! He must be blind!” Zhang Shisan fumed. “It seems he has some skills to be able to subdue you, but he’s no match for me. Let’s go and rescue your wife, and then you’ll officially be my disciple.”
As he spoke, Zhang Shisan’s killing intent surged, and his true energy stirred, ready to charge into battle.
Master Ku was even more direct. He grabbed Mei Qing and headed for the door, sending a clear thought to everyone: “Please wait, I will take my disciple to rescue his wife and return…”
“Hey! You’re getting too used to stealing!” A gust of wind signaled Zhang Shisan’s appearance beside them, grabbing Mei Qing’s arm. “The disciple is mine!”
“He’s mine…”
“Mine…”
“Mine…”
“…Please, seniors, if you keep this up, you’ll end up with half a disciple each,” Mei Qing said, feeling dizzy from being pulled back and forth. “I don’t even know where my wife is.”
“What?…” The two finally let go and listened carefully as Mei Qing explained that Bi Zhen was imprisoned in an unknown location, leaving them both worried.
“Since you can communicate with her through spiritual thoughts, and given your level of cultivation, she must be somewhere near the capital,” Zhang Shisan frowned. “The problem is that she doesn’t know where she is, and the place must be protected by a formation, or else we could track her location with spells. But what can we do now?”
“This matter can’t be rushed. When the time is right, it will resolve itself,” Shi Mengzhu, seeing that the two were ready to set off immediately, quickly advised. “Why not settle the matters here first, and then the two of you can accompany Mei to rescue his companion? That would be more convenient.”
The two had no choice but to agree. Mei Qing finally let out a sigh of relief and said, “As for the matters here, I suspect there might be some conspiracy at play. Unfortunately, I know nothing about Taoist arts and can’t be of much help…”
“What’s so difficult about that?” Before he could finish, Zhang Shisan said, “Although you haven’t officially joined my sect yet, you’re already my disciple. The basic Taoist techniques aren’t that hard, so I’ll teach you now!”
Master Ku was even more direct, sending a thought: “There are still some mysteries in the Six Phases method. Why don’t I guide you first…”
Shi Mengzhu could only shake his head. Hou Shen, who had been silent since entering the room, watched in amazement, secretly amused. He had always thought of Mei Qing as a refined scholar, but now he saw that Mei Qing was even more cunning than himself, a seasoned rogue. With just a few words, he had managed to get two masters competing to teach him cultivation techniques.
This statement shocked Zhang Shisan as if he had swallowed three bitter melons at once. Though Master Ku tried to maintain his dignified demeanor, he couldn’t help smiling broadly, clearly pleased.
Mei Qing continued: “However, my Daoist partner and I are deeply connected. Entering a Buddhist sect with its strict rules and regulations would be unbearable for me. Sigh! Thinking it over and over, I still find it hard to decide. I believe I should…”
Both Zhang Shisan and Master Ku leaned in eagerly. Zhang Shisan couldn’t help urging him: “So, what’s your final decision?”
Mei Qing turned serious: “I must consult my wife first and follow her instructions.”
This statement left Master Ku speechless, Shi Mengzhu muttering in disbelief, and Zhang Shisan pounding his chest in despair, exclaiming, “Heavenly Lord of the Three Pure Ones! Fellow Daoist, you’re a tall, grown man—how can you be so afraid of your wife? This is a major decision; how can a woman have a say in it? Besides, you’re cultivating with your Daoist partner, so why would you still have a wife dictating your choices?”
Mei Qing shook his head: “Though we call each other Daoist partners, we are deeply in love. She would never marry anyone but me, and I would never marry anyone but her. Isn’t that what makes her my wife? She has a very strong personality. If I don’t consult her before taking a master, such a major decision, she might object later and become upset. That would be a disaster!”
Shi Mengzhu looked incredulous, muttering something about “a hen crowing like a rooster.” Zhang Shisan was furious, lamenting, “It’s a shame you’re so talented—why do you have to be such a wife-fearing man?” Only Master Ku smiled gently, sending a mental message filled with serene wisdom: “All beings are equal in the eyes of the Buddha; men and women are no different. Listening to your wife isn’t wrong. May I know where your honorable wife is? I would like to meet her and speak with her in person.”
Zhang Shisan was momentarily stunned, then quickly realized—if Mei Qing insisted on consulting his wife, then convincing her might secure him as a disciple. He hadn’t expected Master Ku, who usually seemed so dull, to think so quickly. Considering the old monk’s gentle appearance, he was likely to gain the trust of women easily. Although Mei Qing’s Daoist partner was a cultivator, she probably wasn’t that powerful. If the monk persuaded her to agree, that would be a serious problem.
Still, Zhang Shisan remained calm and laughed heartily: “Good! A good disciple should fear his wife! In our sect, dual cultivation is common, and many follow their Daoist partner’s lead. Only this monk, who’s never even seen a woman, wouldn’t understand the benefits of fearing one’s wife! Come on, you should take me to meet your disciple’s wife right away.”
He had been calling Mei Qing “disciple” for a while now, and even used the term “disciple’s wife,” clearly confident in his claim.
Sighing, Mei Qing said sorrowfully: “Esteemed seniors, you don’t know the whole story. We’ve been separated. My wife was taken by a villain, and we haven’t been able to reunite…”
“Outrageous!” Zhang Shisan’s face darkened with anger: “Daring to snatch my disciple’s wife—this person clearly wants to die! Tell me who he is, and I’ll go beat him up myself. I’ll bring both your wife and his wife back for you!”
…Better not mention the mother-in-law, Mei Qing thought to himself before continuing aloud: “It seems my future father-in-law forbade our relationship and took Zhen’er away, hiding her somewhere unknown. I can only communicate with her through spiritual connection. According to tradition, one must obey parental decrees, so I dare not act rashly. But our love is deep—we can’t just give up. Alas, my cultivation is too weak to rescue her… If you can help me save Zhen’er, and she agrees, I would gladly become your disciple, even if it meant serving you like an ox or a horse…”
“This old villain dares to separate true lovers—he must be blind!” Zhang Shisan growled angrily: “Whoever can control you must be somewhat powerful, but he’s just unlucky to meet me. Let’s go now—we’ll rescue your wife, and then you’ll officially be my disciple.”
As he spoke, Zhang Shisan radiated killing intent, his spiritual energy surging, ready to storm the enemy’s door immediately.
Master Ku acted even faster, grabbing Mei Qing and heading toward the door with a clear mental message: “Please wait a moment while I take my disciple to rescue the girl…”
“What are you doing? You’re getting too good at snatching people!” As a gust of wind passed, Zhang Shisan appeared beside them, grabbing Mei Qing’s arm: “He’s my disciple!”
“He is my disciple…”
“My disciple…”
“My disciple…”
“…Could you two please be gentle? At this rate, you’ll end up with only half a disciple each,” Mei Qing groaned, feeling dizzy from being pulled back and forth: “I don’t even know where my wife is yet.”
“Ahh?…” The two finally let go and listened as Mei Qing explained that Zhen’er’s location remained unknown, leaving them both in a quandary.
“Since their spiritual connection still exists, and considering your abilities, she must be somewhere near the capital,” Zhang Shisan frowned: “The problem is she doesn’t know where she is either, so the place must be protected by some formation. Otherwise, we could track her through magical means. But now, what should we do?”
“This matter cannot be rushed; when the time is right, things will naturally resolve themselves,” Shi Mengzhu, seeing the two eager to leave immediately, tried to reason: “Why not first deal with the matter here, and then the two of you can accompany Mei Qing to rescue his Daoist partner? That would be more efficient.”
Reluctantly, the two agreed. Mei Qing finally exhaled in relief: “As for this current matter, I suspect there’s some hidden conspiracy. Unfortunately, I know nothing of Daoist techniques and can’t really help…”
“That’s no problem!” Zhang Shisan interrupted before he could finish: “Even though you haven’t officially joined my sect, you’re already my disciple. There’s nothing too difficult about Daoist techniques—I’ll teach you right away!”
Master Ku directly sent a mental message: “The Six-Phase Method has some subtleties. Allow me to guide you first…”
Seeing the two of them vying to take him as a disciple, Mei Qing found it amusing, but deep down, he was also considering his options.
If Mei Qing could once be described as a carefree wealthy young man, the series of events he had experienced—especially the sealing of his golden core, Bi Zhen being taken away by Lu Bing, and the life-and-death trials he had faced—had made him acutely aware of his current situation.
In the world of cultivation, everyone seeks immortality, but the path is fraught with obstacles and dangers. What is most terrifying is not the difficulty of cultivation techniques or the power of heavenly tribulations, but the ruthless competition among cultivators themselves.
Where there are people, there is conflict. Although cultivators may seem to inhabit a different world compared to ordinary mortals, their struggles are even more intense.
Cultivators need resources—techniques, land, treasures, wealth, and companions. No one ascends to immortality empty-handed. However, resources in the world are limited, and to secure more and gain an advantage, one must rely on strength. While mortals fight over food, land, and property, often resulting in bloodshed, the battles among cultivators are even more brutal, often ending in the complete annihilation of one’s soul.
The more Mei Qing delved into the world of cultivation, the more he realized the importance of strength. Why could a few casual words in the Yang family’s ancient residence decide the fate of several people? Why could Zhang Shisan attack him without hesitation today? It all boiled down to the power behind them. Therefore, now that he had the opportunity to join a sect and gain a powerful backer, Mei Qing naturally wouldn’t cling to outdated principles like a pedantic scholar. He was now considering how to maximize his benefits.
Earlier, Mei Qing had deliberately provoked Zhang Shisan, intending to stir up competition between him and Master Ku. Now that the two were at each other’s throats, he knew it was time to step back. If things escalated further, it could backfire.
With this in mind, Mei Qing quietly calculated his next move. He took a step forward and coughed lightly.
Zhang Shisan and Master Ku, who had been squabbling like roosters, immediately turned their attention to Mei Qing. Master Ku smiled slightly, his silence conveying his message clearly: “If you want to ascend without the fear of heavenly tribulations, who else but me? You’ve already practiced our sect’s Six Phases technique, so you know its strengths and weaknesses.”
Zhang Shisan, with a broad smile, said, “Mei Qing, you’ve been practicing Taoist techniques all along. Surely you won’t switch to Buddhism now? A monkey with a golden hoop on its head—doesn’t that sound awkward?”
Mei Qing looked at them with a troubled expression and said, “I am deeply honored by your favor, but I have always been self-taught. Today, I am fortunate to have the chance to join a prestigious sect, but I am still struggling to decide which path to take…”
Seeing both Zhang Shisan and Master Ku staring at him intently, Mei Qing sighed and said, “Although I have no master or sect, I have always practiced Taoist techniques. If I continue down this path, it would be the most natural and easiest route…” At this, Zhang Shisan couldn’t help but smile and nod, his small eyes darting triumphantly to Master Ku’s anxious face.
However, Mei Qing then added, “But apart from Taoist techniques, my cultivation of the mind began with the Six Phases technique of the Huayan school. After receiving Master Ku’s guidance, I realized that the stones from other mountains can indeed polish jade. My foundation in Taoist techniques is solid, but if I could also study Buddhist teachings, I might be able to integrate the two and create something entirely new.”
Upon hearing this, Zhang Shisan’s face turned as bitter as if he had eaten three bitter gourds, while Master Ku, though trying to maintain his composure, couldn’t hide his delight.
Mei Qing continued, “But my bond with my Taoist companion is deep, and the strict rules of Buddhism would be hard to bear. After much thought, I still find it difficult to decide. I think—”
Both Zhang Shisan and Master Ku leaned in closer, with Zhang Shisan urging, “So what’s your decision?”
Mei Qing solemnly said, “I must first consult my wife and follow her instructions.”
At this, Master Ku was stunned, Shi Mengzhu collapsed with a groan, and Zhang Shisan beat his chest and stomped his feet, exclaiming, “By the Three Pure Ones! How can a man of your stature be so afraid of his wife? How can such an important decision be left to a woman? Besides, aren’t you and your Taoist companion in a dual cultivation relationship? How can you have another wife?”
Mei Qing shook his head and said, “Although we call each other Taoist companions, our bond is deep. She would marry no one but me, and I would marry no one but her. Isn’t that what a wife is? My wife has a strong temper. If I were to become a disciple without consulting her, and she later opposed it, it would be a disaster.”
Shi Mengzhu looked incredulous, muttering something about “a hen ruling the roost.” Zhang Shisan, furious, lamented, “With such talent, why do you have the mind of a henpecked husband?” Only Master Ku smiled slightly and said with a calm, Buddha-like demeanor, “All beings are equal, and there’s nothing wrong with listening to one’s wife. Where is your wife? May I meet her and discuss this with her?”
Zhang Shisan was momentarily stunned but quickly realized that if Mei Qing insisted on following his wife’s decision, then winning over his Taoist companion would secure the disciple. He hadn’t expected the usually reserved Master Ku to be so quick-witted. Moreover, the monk’s gentle and youthful appearance made him particularly trustworthy to women. Although Mei Qing’s Taoist companion was a cultivator, she probably wasn’t highly skilled. If the monk managed to persuade her, it would be a significant setback.
Despite this, Zhang Shisan remained calm and laughed, “Good disciple, being afraid of your wife is the right thing! In our sect, dual cultivation is common, and it’s only natural to follow your companion’s lead. This monk, who has never even seen a woman, wouldn’t understand the benefits of being henpecked. Let’s go, take me to meet your wife.”
He had been calling Mei Qing “disciple” all along, and now he even used the term “disciple’s wife,” showing his determination to win Mei Qing over.
“Alas,” Mei Qing said with a sorrowful expression, “You don’t understand. My wife and I are now separated. She was taken by a villain, and we can’t see each other…”
“How dare he!” Zhang Shisan’s face turned red with anger. “To dare take my disciple’s wife—he must have a death wish! Who is it? Tell me, and I’ll storm his place and bring back both your wife and his!”
…Better not mention the mother-in-law, Mei Qing thought to himself. He quickly recounted his ordeal, though he didn’t go into detail about Lu Bing, only saying that his would-be father-in-law had forbidden their relationship, taken Zhen’er away, and imprisoned her somewhere. He could only communicate with her through spiritual thoughts. He then added, “According to filial piety, I must obey my parents’ wishes, so I dare not hope for much. But our bond is so deep that I can’t let go. It’s just that my cultivation is too weak to rescue Zhen’er… If you can help me save her, and she agrees, I would be willing to do anything, even become your disciple or serve as your ox or horse…”
“That old fool, to do such a thing as to separate a loving couple, he must be blind!” Zhang Shisan fumed. “It sounds like he has some skills to be able to subdue you, but he’s met his match with me. Let’s go and rescue your wife, and then you’ll officially be my disciple.”
As he spoke, Zhang Shisan’s aura surged with killing intent, ready to storm the villain’s lair at any moment.
Master Ku was even more direct. He grabbed Mei Qing and headed for the door, his spiritual thoughts clearly conveying, “Benefactor, please wait. I will take my disciple to rescue his wife and return…”
“Hey! You’re getting too comfortable with this!” A gust of wind signaled Zhang Shisan’s arrival as he grabbed Mei Qing’s arm. “The disciple is mine!”
“He’s mine…”
“Mine…”
“Mine…”
“…Gentlemen, if you keep this up, you’ll end up with half a disciple each,” Mei Qing said, being pulled back and forth. “I don’t even know where my wife is.”
“What?…” The two finally let go and listened carefully as Mei Qing explained that Zhen’er was imprisoned in an unknown location. They immediately became worried.
“Since you can communicate with her through spiritual thoughts, and given your cultivation level, she must be somewhere near the capital,” Zhang Shisan frowned. “The problem is that she doesn’t know where she is, and her location is likely protected by a formation. Otherwise, we could use magic to track her. But what can we do now?”
“This matter can’t be rushed. When the time is right, it will resolve itself,” Shi Mengzhu advised, seeing that the two were eager to set off immediately. “Why not settle the matters here first, and then you two can accompany Mei to rescue his companion? That would be more convenient.”
At this, the two had no choice but to agree. Mei Qing finally breathed a sigh of relief and said, “As for the matters here, it seems to me that there might be some conspiracy at play. Unfortunately, I know nothing about Taoist techniques and can’t be of much help…”
“What’s so difficult about that?” Before he could finish, Zhang Shisan said, “Although you haven’t officially joined my sect yet, you’re already my disciple. The basic Taoist techniques aren’t that hard. I’ll teach you right now!”
Master Ku directly transmitted his thoughts: “There are still some mysteries in the Six Phases technique. Why don’t I guide you first…”
Shi Mengzhu could only shake his head. Hou Shen, who had been silent since entering the room, was wide-eyed and inwardly amused. He had always thought of Mei Qing as a refined scholar, but now he realized that Mei Qing was even more cunning than he, a seasoned rogue. With just a few words, Mei Qing had managed to get two masters competing to teach him cultivation techniques.
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