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Since the matter has been satisfactorily resolved, and due to Wu Lao's severe injuries, he was urgently airlifted back to B City.
I, along with An Old Man and my Master, were arranged to recuperate at a nursing home.
After sleeping through the night, my Master woke up and immediately complained about being hungry. The nurse, unable to handle his demands, brought out the hospital food from the nursing home. Despite the low quality of the meal, my Master surprisingly finished five servings before letting out a satisfied burp and telling the nurse, "The food is mediocre at best, but they can't even afford to put some oil in it. With such a large Special Investigation Bureau, how can they be so stingy? Don’t they fear being laughed at by outsiders? Besides, everyone here is an elite from the Special Investigation Bureau; we shouldn't let our warriors who risk their lives for the country suffer like this! It definitely needs improvement!"
The nurse was taken aback by his outburst and nearly dropped her tray as she left.
Once we were alone in the room, my Master sat cross-legged on the bed, wrapped tightly in a blanket that only revealed his round face. "The Jiao Zhu is with you, right?"
His statement was not a question but a certainty. I nodded in surprise. "Yes! Do you have any ideas? I must remind you that this is national property; even if you have ideas, it won't work!"
My Master scoffed, "What treasures haven't I seen in my life? How could I possibly covet just one Jiao Zhu?"
Though he seemed dismissive, I couldn't shake off my doubts.
"What about the Peach Wood Sword I gave you?" he asked next.
It suddenly struck me that the Peach Wood Sword was likely still inside the giant python. But what happened to the python?
In all the chaos earlier, I hadn’t paid attention—could it be that Mo Cang and his group took it away?
As I was lost in thought, my Master tossed something over from across the room. Instinctively, I caught it with my hand and was surprised to find it was my Peach Wood Sword.
I exclaimed in delight, "Master, where did you find this?"
He adopted a wise demeanor and slowly shook his head.
It dawned on me that he had taken advantage of the chaos to retrieve it.
I chuckled and got off the bed to sit beside him. "Master, that giant python has turned into a Jiao; its entire body is filled with treasures. As the saying goes, 'Those who see it share in its fortune.' What do you think about…"
My Master shifted away slightly and said, "You better not speak carelessly. This was earned with my life. If it weren't for the fact that the snake gall might be useful, I wouldn't even bother!"
I quickly asked, "What about the snake skin? Can you give me some of that too?"
The Master chuckled, "I knew you had ulterior motives. The skin of the Jiao Long is an extraordinary material, impervious to blades and fire. If you made a garment out of it, it would be like having an extra life!"
My eyes sparkled as I stared at the Master. Eventually, he grew annoyed by my gaze and waved his hand, saying, "Alright, alright, I’m scared of you! It’s like I owe you from a past life. Once I find someone and make it, I’ll give it to you."
I felt a surge of joy in my heart. "Thank you, Master!"
Then I recounted everything that had happened since I descended the mountain. The Master sighed in contemplation but often interrupted me with comments and critiques.
"Master, why is there such a huge gap between people? That Mo Cang isn’t much older than me, yet he’s so formidable…" I said, feeling somewhat disheartened.
The Master bit into an apple. "When I was his age, I wasn’t nearly as impressive. Why are you feeling down about it?"
"That’s true; it should be you feeling down. After cultivating for so long, you can barely defeat someone younger," I realized.
The Master dismissed my comment casually. "There’s a saying: ‘pulling up seedlings to help them grow.’ Do you know what that means?"
I pondered for a moment and replied, "Master, are you saying that Mo Cang is like that seedling being pulled up?"
The Master nodded. "Exactly! The moment I fought him, I could tell he had skills, but he could only bring out about fifty to sixty percent of his potential. He ultimately loses because his foundation is weak! It will be difficult for him to achieve greater growth in the future."
I was astonished. "If fifty to sixty percent is enough to match you, then what would happen if he could bring out eighty or ninety percent?"
"What do you know? To digest that remaining thirty percent isn’t something that can be achieved in a year or two," the Master replied irritably.
"You don’t need to feel discouraged; as my disciple, your future is boundless! Don’t let others’ achievements diminish your own spirit!" the Master comforted me.
Just as we were talking, an old man walked in. It was clear that these two didn’t get along well; the Master immediately covered his head with a blanket. The old man didn’t even glance at the Master and addressed me directly, "Ling Feng, do you still have the Jiao Zhu with you?"
I took the Jiao Zhu out of my Qiankun Bag. This time I was clever; instead of handing it directly with my hands, I used a pillow to present it to the old man.
The old man put away Jiao Zhu and said, "Ling Feng, this time you are truly a great contributor. Don't worry, the reward you deserve won't be less!"
The master interjected, "Let's skip the formalities. No need for certificates or honors; just give me something practical. More money would be great! If not, at least some good stuff!"
The old man replied, "Fortunately, Ling Feng is not like someone else!"
His words left me speechless. How I wished I could tell them that I wouldn't mind being showered with money! But on the surface, I could only smile politely at the old man.
"Ling Feng, what are your plans next? What I mentioned before still stands. Aren't you considering it? Someone is right here; why not ask?" the old man inquired.
Before I could politely decline, my master jumped in, "I don't agree!"
The old man rolled his eyes and, unwilling to get entangled with my master, gave a few instructions and left.
"Master, are you coming back with me?" I asked.
"No, I have things to do!" he replied.
When I woke up the second time, my master was nowhere to be seen, as usual disappearing without a trace.
With the old man around, the plane tickets and travel expenses were quickly arranged. After bidding farewell to a few familiar faces with Ruo Yu, we got into Mao Master’s car and headed to the airport.
On the way, Mao Master said, "Ling Feng, you're welcome to come here often in the future!"
I thanked Mao Master and touched the wooden carving in my pocket, asking, "Mao Master, where are you from?"
Mao Master smiled and replied, "I'm from Y City!"
"I meant your hometown. Specifically?" I asked again.
Mao Master glanced at me through the rearview mirror. Although curious, he answered, "Maojia Village!"
The voice was somewhat choked with emotion.
It seemed I had not guessed wrong; there are no coincidences in this world. The boy who was tortured to death, those eyes—I had my suspicions the moment I first saw Mao Master.
Now that my suspicions have been confirmed, I quietly placed the wooden carving of the monkey in the passenger seat.
The roar of the plane taking off filled the air, this steel bird soaring through the clouds.
I had no mood to admire the beautiful scenery outside, for I could imagine how heartbroken Mao Master would be upon seeing that carving.
In the past, when there was no news, I could deceive myself into thinking that no news was good news.
But now, hope has been shattered!
This world is like that; some are in hell while others rush toward hope!
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