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As soon as Radiance made contact with Shaoming, it transformed into a thin layer of divine light that enveloped her. The divine light did not last long before merging into Shaoming's body.
Shaoming stood there, looking at me in a daze, without saying a word.
"What are you looking at?" I felt a bit uncomfortable under her gaze.
"Yin Zheng'an," Shaoming said with a tremble in her voice.
"Don't be ridiculous." I lightly tapped Shaoming on the head and said, "Call me Master!"
In the face of this scene, the Middle-Aged Taoist remained silent, simply watching us quietly.
"I'm sorry, senior. I have let down your goodwill," I said to the Middle-Aged Taoist.
From the very beginning, the Middle-Aged Taoist showed extreme disdain for Shaoming, or perhaps for the demon race in general. His attitude towards her was very harsh, indicating that he likely harbored a strong dislike for any non-human races.
But I didn't think so! The demon race's Sister is so adorable!
Everything was arranged so perfectly, each part tightly connected. From this perspective, it seemed to be the work of the Pervert; after all, who else in the world would treat me so well?
However, since he wanted to give me the Blood Cultivation's Ancient Ritual and the Golden Crow's Sun True Fire, how I used them was my own business. I did not intend to follow their plan directly.
Let’s not forget that I had just awakened my Heart Fire. If I added the Sun True Fire on top of that, who knows if I could control it? One thing was certain: I would definitely pass this Ancient Ritual onto Shaoming!
She is my disciple!
This was originally an Ancient Ritual of the demon race; the Golden Crow is also a being of that race. Moreover, although Shaoming's meridians had been altered by the Golden Peng, she had actually lost the most powerful aspects of being a demon.
That is to say, her bloodline and heritage!
The bloodline and inheritance of the Golden Crow, I don't know if it suits her, but it must be a very powerful bloodline and inheritance. Giving it to her, I will not regret it!
The demon race learns Blood Cultivation quickly, as this method was originally created for them. In no time, the Ancient Ritual and Shaoming had already merged.
The Middle-Aged Taoist looked at me, shook his head, and said regretfully, "With your current state, can you still fight against Ghost Fangzi? With my current cultivation, I can help you extract the Ancient Ritual again. Don't let a moment of impulse lead you to ruin at the hands of an Evil Cultivator."
"If you extract it again, Shaoming will definitely be doomed, right?" I said with a half-smile as I looked at the Middle-Aged Taoist. "Please thank my master for me. However, since it was given to me, it's up to me whom I choose to pass it on to."
"Indeed," the Middle-Aged Taoist nodded slightly and reminded me, "You still have two Pouches."
Before he finished speaking, the Middle-Aged Taoist slowly disappeared before my eyes.
In a certain Daoist temple in the mountains, a Middle-Aged Taoist slowly opened his eyes.
He opened his eyes, but there were actually no pupils present; they seemed to have been forcibly gouged out, which was quite terrifying.
Behind the Middle-Aged Taoist was an Altar, and behind the Altar were three statues.
On the Altar were three sticks of incense that had just been lit for a short while. On either side of the incense burner were various Offerings.
The offerings made to the statues were sacred and would not be eaten by anyone. However, in the center of the offerings, where there had originally been a whole roasted chicken on a plate, only a trace of grease remained.
At the feet of the three statues lay someone.
It was an old Daoist. The old Daoist wore an exquisitely crafted Daoist Robe and had his hair neatly styled, but his posture was quite ungraceful.
The three statues were seated in meditation, while the old Daoist lay directly across their legs.
The old Taoist held a roasted chicken in one hand, continuously bringing it to his mouth, while with the other hand he grasped a wine jug, casually draping it over the neck of a statue nearby, enjoying his wine alongside the chicken. His legs were spread apart, one resting on the face of a statue, while the other dangled freely in the air. Drinking and eating in such a position without choking was quite a skill.
"Back already?" the old Taoist spoke up. "How is that brat doing now?"
"The junior is doing very well," the Middle-Aged Taoist replied respectfully. "However, he did not accept the Blood Refinement Ancient Method you provided."
"Did he foolishly give it to that Fox Spirit girl?" The old Taoist said nonchalantly.
"Master, your foresight is remarkable."
"What foresight!" the old Taoist interrupted. "With a brat I raised myself, I can tell whether he's just passing gas or has hemorrhoids by the way he lifts his butt. Do I really need to calculate his thoughts?"
"Haha, but I bet he's regretting it now. Giving such a good thing to someone else—he must be cursing and complaining!" The old Taoist took a sip of wine and continued, "That thing wasn't meant for him anyway, but he barely passed, right? By the way, what was his attitude after hearing Ghost Fangzi's story?"
"He cursed at me and also at Ghost Fangzi," the Middle-Aged Taoist murmured.
"Haha! Just as I thought!" The old Taoist was even happier. "That kid's expression is exactly like Yin Xi's!"
"Well said! Well said indeed!"
"Is this the final test for the junior?" the Middle-Aged Taoist asked. "Regarding Ghost Fangzi?"
"What kind of test is this?" The old Taoist shook his wine jug. "The Sea of Blood—if he can't get through that, I won't trust Ghost Fangzi. To be honest, he's just a pitiful person, a child really. However, after staying in the Sea of Blood for so many years, his mind is almost lost within it. He used to have a shred of humanity; now that's difficult."
"However, if that brat didn't have such a ruthless opponent, with his temperament, it would take him hundreds of years to reach a point where he could resolve the Sea of Blood."
"By the way, what do you think of that Fox Spirit girl?" the old Taoist asked.
"I sensed a trace of coldness in her bloodline, as if it came from the Northern Sea of the North Abyss," he replied.
"Beiming? That Golden Winged Peng Bird is quite generous, but I still think highly of that Girl. I directly sent a Golden Crow to her! Haha! Consider it a meeting gift from me as her Ancestor."
"Master, are you sure that Junior Brother will give that Blood Refinement Ancient Method to that Girl?" the Middle-Aged Taoist asked curiously.
"As long as you do as I say and show a sense of resentment towards the demon race, that kid will definitely not listen to your commands," the old Taoist said confidently. "I know him too well!"
"And the demon race..."
"Don't worry," the old Taoist reassured. "It's just a Golden Crow. Do you really think the demon race is finished? Not to mention, isn't Eastern Emperor Taiyi still alive? Moreover, isn't Court Master Zhang concerned about the existence of those few? It's just that those few have completely lost interest in the court now; otherwise, they could easily stir up trouble for several Jade Emperors!"
"Furthermore, our strength is still insufficient. Relying on the power of the demon race is only a matter of time. Humans and demons have fought for so long; now that disaster is approaching, they must take a break."
"As for later, we can talk about it after we survive that great calamity!"
"However, this time, I won't let Buddhism interfere anymore. Bodhi was too soft-hearted and wasted such good materials."
"Are you referring to that Stone Monkey?"
"Yes, that's right—the Stone Monkey. Before your junior brother, our target for cultivation was always him: Seventy-Two Transformations, Somersault Cloud, and Golden Staff. Those were all tailored specifically for him. What about the Golden Chainmail, Phoenix Wing Purple Gold Crown, and Lotus Silk Cloud Shoes? Do you really think those old dragons could provide so many items?"
"It's just that the monkey is inexperienced and was actually incited by a few demon kings to go against the court. A stone is still a stone; even if it turns into a monkey, its mind remains solid."
"The Jade Emperor really doesn't dare to touch that monkey. He even has to call upon Tathagata to deal with it—doesn't that mean he's handing over the monkey to Tathagata?"
"Originally, being a horseman for a few years could have suppressed his monkey nature, but who would have thought it ended up taking five hundred years! Five hundred years!" the old Taoist exclaimed. "In five hundred years, I could have taught several that are no worse than that monkey!"
"That Tathagata even bragged to me that after going through his designed Eighty-One Trials, he could refine that monkey. Instead, he just made the monkey even more deluded and foolish!"
"What a waste of several hundred years! All I got was a worthless Victorious Fighting Buddha! What use is a monkey that needs to understand reason before fighting?"
"I originally planned to trick that monkey back onto the right path when they came to Wuzhuang Temple, but who would have thought that monkey actually brought Guanyin along? And Guanyin wants me to become sworn brothers with that monkey? I'm the one who has been with Bodhi; I'm the senior here! How can I be sworn brothers with that monkey?"
"Aren't you already sworn in?" the Middle-Aged Taoist interjected.
"Shut up!" the old Taoist retorted angrily. "Could I not be sworn in? One has heavy responsibilities, and the other cares for all living beings. Now that I refuse to cooperate with them, even if it's for dual cultivation of Buddhism and Taoism, I won't seek out those shameless ones."
"But isn't it wrong to bully Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva?"
"What's wrong with that? He needs an heir, and I need an opportunity to train a disciple. It's a deal where one is willing to fight and the other is willing to take it; no one is forcing him."
The Middle-Aged Taoist thought, you are much more shameless than those strong monkeys.
"Now it's good; Yin Zheng'an, that brat, is even more cunning than me. I don't believe he won't clean out Ksitigarbha's place. He'll probably bring up those bones from underground and grind them into powder to sell as calcium tablets."
"Achoo!" I sneezed for no reason. Who is praising my handsomeness again? Could it be that pervert?
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