"Granddaughter-in-law, are You pregnant?"
Lu Yibei, "???"
What kind of question is this?
If I answer no, it won't trigger so weird, twisted plot, right?
Lu Yibei grumbled internally, subtly shifting her body backward, increasing the distance between herself and Qingji, and asked, "No, may I ask why You suddenly asked this question?"
Noticing Lu Yibei's wariness and distance, Qingji scratched the back of his head and let out two dry laughs, "Haha, haha, my fault, my fault. Asking this question so suddenly was indeed abrupt."
"Granddaughter-in-law, there's no need to panic. You should know that the Lu family are all good people."
Lu Yibei, "..."
All good people? Why do I not believe that at all?
I'm not sure about Old Dad and Grandpa, but whether I'm a good person, I'm quite self-aware about that.
The answer is obvious, no. Lu Yibei thought.
"Seeing how You are, there should be no posthumous child. I do have a secret thod. If You are willing to bear offspring for my old Lu family, we could give it a try..."
"!!!"
Lu Yibei was secretly thinking when she suddenly heard Qingji's words ring out beside her, her face changing drastically.
She looked at Qingji with alarm in her heart, then lowered her head to look at her own lower abdon, hastily covering it and retreating several ters.
What is this about?!
Other people trick their fathers and Ancestors, so why is it that when it cos to , I'm being tricked by my Ancestor?
As Lu Yibei kicked the ground with her small feet to move her body backward and increase the distance from Qingji, her red lips slightly parted, just about to risk a beating to confess her lie, she heard Qingji's next words and secretly let out a sigh of relief.
"It's just that doing so would be too unfair to You, a Miss. With a child, carrying the baby, You might not be able to remarry in the future. I am not willing to do that."
"Furthermore, I am currently just a remnant image left behind by Spiritual Energy fluctuations. Operating like that is quite difficult."
Lu Yibei, "..."
My Ancestor, can You not pause so long when You speak?
It's truly... too torturous for the nerves.
"Now that things have co to this, Qingji has no other requests. I only ask that Miss pass down my Master's sect's techniques. I hope Miss will agree."
As Qingji spoke, he raised his hands and was about to bow deeply to Lu Yibei, performing a grand gesture. Lu Yibei quickly got up, took a step forward, and helped him up.
How can this be?
If she were bowed to by her own Ancestor, wouldn't that be terrible?
In this rapidly developing city, there are high-rise buildings everywhere equipped with lightning rods, so there's no need to worry about being struck by lightning.
But she was worried that her Old Dad would turn into a Strange Tale and crawl into her house in the middle of the night to hang her up and beat her!
At that ti, she would probably be beaten more severely than when she was in elentary school and introduced her Old Dad to her older single female horoom teacher.
Lu Yibei pondered and said seriously, "I can agree to You, but I have never heard Lu Yibei ntion what other ancestral techniques their family has besides cooking. You see..."
"Cooking..." Qingji was stunned for a mont, rubbed his head, and muttered, "Cooking is indeed considered a family technique, but that's the Lu family's family technique, not my Master's sect's family technique!"
"Could it be that my son Yu Bo did not pass down the family technique? Why is that..."
"The Lu family's family technique?" Lu Yibei was completely confused and couldn't help but ask, "I don't quite understand. Could I please ask Ancestor to clarify?"
"Of course!" Qingji replied, tilting his head slightly to look at the sky, seemingly reminiscing. After a mont of contemplation, he said, "This matter is a long story..."
"It's alright, You old gentleman can take Your ti. I'm not in a hurry," Lu Yibei said.
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Qingji responded and began to tell the story slowly, "Alright, then I'll start from the beginning..."
"Speaking of the region of Jin'nan, there is a famous scenic spot called Chunyang Temple, founded in the Song Dynasty, destroyed by fire, and renad Da Chunyang Palace after reconstruction."
"Ah, this... You are a Chunyang disciple? Then wouldn't You know things like Taixu Sword Intent, Heaven and Earth Without Limit, Myriad Swords Returning to the Source, etc.?" Lu Yibei couldn't help but ask.
Hearing this, Qingji tilted his head and looked at Lu Yibei, his puzzled gaze seeming to ask, "What are You talking about?"
"Uh..." Lu Yibei waved her hand, "Just a large fashion social app, don't mind it. You continue, continue!"
Qingji gave Lu Yibei a strange look. Although he still didn't understand what a fashion social app ant, he suppressed the confusion in his heart and continued speaking.
...
Da Chunyang Palace is naturally a very powerful existence. Since ancient tis, it has been a place where cultivators gather, and even now, it is one of the stable channels for supplying Night Watch agents.
However, Qingji's background has no direct relation to Da Chunyang Palace. The reason it was ntioned is that his Master's sect can barely be considered to be on the sa mountain as Da Chunyang Palace, belonging to the typical "unauthorized construction" that freeloads on incense offerings.
This small Taoist temple that freeloads on incense offerings has no definite na. Along a quiet, winding path a hundred ters or so in front of the Da Chunyang Palace mountain gate, after walking two or three li, one can see two or three dilapidated Taoist temples with sparse incense offerings.
There are many such Taoist temples on the surrounding mountains. n and won of faith going to Da Chunyang Palace often mistakenly wander into the depths of the empty mountains and get a glimpse of them.
But among the nurous small Taoist temples, only Qingji's Master's sect is particularly special.
While Da Chunyang Palace cultivates Quanzhen Taoism, so people on the mountain also cultivate Zhengyi Taoism. However, the few individuals in the small Taoist temple cultivate a bit of everything but aren't proficient in anything, and were once mocked by Taoist priests from other mountains for not even being good at freeloading on incense offerings.
It was such a poor small Taoist temple, on the morning after a heavy snowfall in the deep winter of a certain year, that welcod a fresh blood—a male infant who was almost frozen to death.
The Taoist temple was full of old, decrepit Taoists who had long forgotten their secular nas, so the male infant also had no secular surna.
Qingji is just Qingji, with a given na but no surna.
Because he was found on the morning after a heavy snowfall, he was nad Qingji, taking the aning of rain stopping, mist dissipating, and the weather becoming clear.
Qingji's appearance added insult to injury for the already impoverished small Taoist temple. At first, they could still eat stead buns made from white flour with vegetables, but later they could only eat coarse grain stead buns with pickles.
The small Taoist temple was not prosperous in terms of population, and the group of old Taoists were also nearing the end of their lives. Suddenly adopting such a child, they naturally imparted all their lifelong learning, only hoping to pass down their legacy.
Many of the things the old Taoists taught were only half-understood by themselves. To truly learn them, perhaps even the geniuses at Da Chunyang Palace might not be able to do it.
Furthermore, Qingji's aptitude for cultivation was not good. The old Taoists hadn't originally planned for him to achieve anything significant in cultivation, only hoping that the lineage of incense offerings could continue.
Qingji was also a good disciple. Grateful for the kindness of his Masters, and being single-minded, he didn't think much about whether those Spells and talismans, which were still in the theoretical stage, had any side effects.
As long as the Masters dared to teach him, he dared to learn!
He began cultivating with his Masters at the age of three, and had already gotten a glimpse of the basics within the first two years.
In the fifth year, he achieved minor success.
In the ninth year, he had already learned everything his Masters knew.
To keep Qingji from being taken away by the people from Da Chunyang Palace, everyone in the Taoist temple used various thods to coax and deceive him. When they couldn't teach him anything more, they followed various records in books and made things up.
Even the Spirit Marks were drawn randomly. Whatever materials they had, they would stuff them in, with only one principle: it shouldn't poison people to death!
The group of old Taoists were originally just reluctant to part with Qingji, hoping he would discover the truth later and stay with them longer.
But what everyone didn't expect was.
In the thirteenth year, this silly disciple they picked up actually... truly learned everything, and even condensed a Spirit Mark that no one had ever seen before: 【Taiji Hunlun】!
Thus, at the age of eighteen, Qingji had already begun causing trouble in the surrounding areas.
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When Lu Yibei heard this, she couldn't help but ask, "Ah? Why eighteen? Didn't You already learn everything when You were sixteen?"
Could it be that You old gentleman spent these two years in between learning bad things? Lu Yibei grumbled internally.
"This..." Qingji scratched the back of his head and said awkwardly, "Although the things I learned were taught by my Masters according to ancient records, many things were not fully recorded and were made up by them. It was inevitable to make mistakes when practicing."
"It was fine when I didn't cultivate deeply at first, but after practicing for a few more years, the problems beca big."
"So... during those two years, I suffered a cultivation deviation and basically spent the ti lying in bed."
Lu Yibei, "..."
Was the custom of elders tricking juniors passed down from that ti?
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In those years, Qingji had plenty of things he could do every day.
Today, he would go peek at the Taoist nuns at Da Chunyang Palace practicing swordsmanship, pretend to be an Expert from outside the world, and give random pointers. Annoyingly, the Taoist priests at Da Chunyang Palace later discovered that he was actually right!
Tomorrow, he would go down the mountain to trick a group of pilgrims into walking over ten li to his own Taoist temple, which didn't even have two decent statues. If they didn't pay the incense money, they shouldn't even think about leaving. Of course, when they left, he would also give them a few talismans with ridiculously good effects.
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Tomorrow, he would steal the crowing rooster from the neighboring Taoist temple, stew chicken soup to show filial piety to his Master, and while holding a chicken leg himself, sneak into Da Chunyang Palace to secretly open the Sect Leader's adult version of the 'Beauties Picture' storybook, leaving behind greasy handprints, causing the Sect Leader, whose secret was discovered, to be unable to sleep peacefully for several days.
Counting it up, those one or two years were the most difficult period around Da Chunyang Palace, the various Daoist temples, big and small, were tornted by him to the point of misery.
The foolish disciple suddenly beca enlightened and turned into a little devil. The old Daoists in the naless Daoist temple had a terrible headache. They beat him, they scolded him, but none of it worked. He just kept smiling apologetically while enduring it.
Even the Lu Zu whisk invited from Da Chunyang Palace, when whipped on him, could only leave a few shallow blood marks.
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...
Hearing this, Lu Yibei opened her mouth, wanting to speak but hesitating.
Noticing Lu Yibei's subtle movents, Qingji asked in confusion, "What's wrong? Is there a problem? I'm ashad to say, those were just foolish things I did when I was young and ignorant."
"Nothing!" Lu Yibei shook her head.
Unexpectedly, this is also a family tradition, a traditional skill?
I, Flower City Tornt King, am willing to call You the Jin Nan Torntor King. Lu Yibei thought.
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Several years later, under the joint request of the various Daoist temples on the mountain, Qingji was finally driven down the mountain.
The reason for driving him away was easy to find, because that year, the Divine Land was in turmoil, with war everywhere.
Since ancient tis, whenever there is war or Calamity, there are many evil demons and urban legend. It's unclear whether the evil demons incited the chaos in people's hearts, or if the decline of the world led to the proliferation of evil demons.
The Daoist priests used the excuse that Qingji's talent was outstanding and he shouldn't be content with staying in one place, that there was a wider world outside waiting for him to cause trouble, uh, to venture into, and encouraged him to go down the mountain to slay demons and eradicate evil.
Qingji was overjoyed by the group's words of praise and went down the mountain that very night carrying a few treasures given by his Masters.
After going down the mountain, he realized that he was already invincible.
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"No, since You are already invincible, how could You still..." Lu Yibei looked him up and down. Qingji was only a wisp of a residual image condensed by Spiritual Energy, and Lu Yibei stopped herself from speaking further.
"That's different!" Qingji waved his hand and said, "I could fight with bayonets and dodge bullets, but that ti, the other side didn't just have sorcerers, they also had hundreds of guns and over a dozen cannons firing simultaneously. No one could withstand that!"
Lu Yibei nodded, "That's true, tis have changed. With artillery bombardnt, everyone is finished!"
"However, I also killed most of those guys, so it wasn't too much of a loss." Qingji smacked his lips and said.
Lu Yibei, "..."
You are aweso!
I, as an unworthy descendant, couldn't achieve such a feat. Lu Yibei muttered inwardly.
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After Qingji went down the mountain, he slayed demons and eradicated evil all the way. Using the treasures from his sect, he sealed many evil demons that were causing trouble in various areas.
Later, it was to protect an ancient temple from being plundered that he ca into conflict with the local warlord.
That day, below the mountain gate of the ancient temple, the waterfall that had flowed for who knows how many years was severed by a single sword strike. Countless water droplets, guided by the sword intent, linked together into lines, converging into a sword. The sky full of flowing water, carrying sword energy, exploded with a roar, just managing to match the barrage of bullets and cannonballs flying in.
After that, the warlord retreated, the waterfall dried up, and Qingji was covered in injuries, almost at the end of his rope. He only carried one blade of Lingtai Pure Karma and left alone, going to Shu to find the little cook he had t during his travels, Lu Yanzhi.
When he reached the vicinity of Hua City, he heard that there were ghosts harming people. Unable to restrain himself for a mont, he intervened to help.
However, at that ti, Qingji's strength had greatly declined, and he almost died at the hands of the ghost ford by the vengeful spirits of the actor and the child.
Fortunately, at the mont of crisis, he had a flash of inspiration and played the suona, disrupting their minds. He took the opportunity to break Lingtai Pure Karma, replace the sword body with the ghost, and suppress it with the sword hilt.
As for the blade, it was later taken by Miss Lu Yanzhi and forged into five cooking utensils. She opened a restaurant near Hua City.
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Although he was no longer invincible, the ending was quite good. At least the lovers ended up together and lived a happy and fulfilling life, which made people quite envious...
Muttering inwardly, Lu Yibei looked at Qingji and asked, "So, uh, my husband's surna is actually Your wife's surna?"
"Yes, that's right." Qingji said.
"Then Happiness Community, uh..." Lu Yibei pointed to the ancient sword in Qingji's hand, "The urban legend sealed with this ancient sword, were they the last urban legend You defeated?"
"Not entirely..." Qingji waved his hand and smiled, "I'm clumsy with my hands and couldn't learn Yanzhi's cooking skills. So sotis I help people with funerals, play the suona, perform shamanistic dances, and drive away evil spirits to earn so reward money to supplent the household expenses."
Good man! Just like my Old Dad, this is probably the only good gene in my family, right? Lu Yibei silently gave a thumbs up in her heart.
"Then this sword..." Lu Yibei pointed to the Lingtai Pure Karma in Qingji's hand and said, "Does it an it can't go back to its original form now? I had already gotten used to using those few kitchen knives."
"This..." Qingji lowered his head to look at the ancient sword in his hand, then looked back at Lu Yibei seriously and said solemnly, "This is actually not a sword."
"When Master gave it to , this Lingtai Pure Karma was like a knife but not a knife, like a sword but not a sword. It wasn't sharpened and resembled a steel mace or an iron ruler. It imitated its master, and only after I used it for a long ti did it transform into a long sword."
"Hmm..."
Lu Yibei rested her chin in her hands and stared at Lingtai Pure Karma, lost in silent thought for a mont. After a while, she raised her head, looked at Qingji, and asked seriously, "So, if I use it, there's also a chance it could turn into defensive gear like a shield or chainmail after a long ti, right?"
"If not, actually a helt or a chest mirror would also be fine." Lu Yibei added.
"???"
With such a death-fearing wife, how exactly did my great-great-grandson nad Lu Yibei die?
Could it be that when they encountered a crisis, she fled for her life and abandoned Lu Yibei?
Qingji was montarily stunned by Lu Yibei's question, his mouth twitched, and it was a long ti before he replied, "Perhaps, but transforming from a weapon to defensive gear is too big a leap, I cannot guarantee it."
"Oh..."
Lu Yibei didn't know that she had just almost angered the Ancestor into purging the family, and she pressed on, "Then I haven't seen Your so-called skill inheritance either! Are You going to teach here?"
"Exactly!" Qingji said, "However, the residual image doesn't have much mory left, so I can probably only teach you the Taihe Gentleman Sword Illustration and a few simple Spells."
"Then let's begin!"
As soon as she heard there were powerful skills to learn, Lu Yibei imdiately beca excited, rubbing her hands together like a fly.
"But..." Qingji paused and explained, "The Taihe Gentleman Sword Illustration is not simple. To learn it, you probably have to start from the most basic sword techniques."
Lu Yibei was quite confident and patted her chest, saying, "It's okay, You just start. That way, we'll all save ti."
...
Young people nowadays really don't know the imnsity of heaven and earth. How could my Taihe Gentleman Sword Illustration, which encompasses the great achievents of my sect, be so easy to learn?
So be it! I'll let her see for herself, and also give her a little lesson, lest she beco too arrogant and get taught a lesson by others when she's out and about.
Qingji thought, and with a tap of his foot on the ground, his figure rose gracefully like a white crane spreading its wings. With a light flick of the long sword in his hand, he created a sword flower, stirring up a gust of whistling wind.
Wailing.
When Qingji thrust out ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) the first sword strike, Lu Yibei heard a tragic wailing.
It was as if ancient mories were awakened, stirring from the earth. Sharp roars sounded, sweeping in from all directions.
Chaotic grey clouds and mist danced between heaven and earth, spreading violently, like the wailing of millions turning into a solemn hymn in an instant, gathering into substance, forming a hundred-zhang tide above the sky, stirring up wind and clouds.
Imdiately after, Lu Yibei's eyes began to burn intensely. After a series of blurry lights and shadows flashed past, she saw through the endlessly spinning, magnificent clouds and mist, and saw Qingji's figure moving back and forth within the clouds and mist.
The grey clouds, the pale white mist, the whistling wind, swirled around him, rging into one, naturally ford.
Suddenly, thunder erupted from the depths of the sky. As the air pressure fluctuated violently, Qingji danced with his sword while singing loudly.
"Taiji is chaotic, as soon as it opens its mouth, benevolence and righteousness are divided. Purity and truth are scattered, the Great Dao is abolished...
...All things ebb and flow, clearly advancing and retreating. The divine furnace is silent and firmly sealed. With one fire, a Vajra is forged, surpassing heaven and earth!"
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A long while later.
Qingji, who had just finished the entire set of Taihe Gentleman Sword Illustration, floated down from the sky and landed beside Lu Yibei. His chin was slightly raised, and he said coldly, "Have you learned it?"
"No."
Lu Yibei blinked her bloodshot, dry, and itchy eyes, rubbing her head which was throbbing painfully from information overload, and shook her head, "No."
"Hmph, I knew it. Being greedy for quick success and rushing forward will only backfire. You should still follow slowly and..."
"But I've managed to morize it roughly. If You could demonstrate it again so I can check for omissions and fill in gaps, I should be able to morize it completely. I should understand it slowly later."
Qingji, "???"
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