That night, Gu Shengyin and Gu Yansui talked a lot.
Gu Yansui knew his master was a very powerful Immortal Master, who lost his physical body due to an accident and was bound in the Purple Cloud Ring.
And Gu Shengyin further understood his little disciple.
He did not know who his parents were; since his mories began, he had been living with an old beggar.
That old beggar wasn’t very kind to him, probably raising him just to alleviate loneliness.
Even so, the old beggar was the only family he had.
This only family mber also passed away on a winter night last year.
Gu Shengyin thought, compared to his own disciple, the treatnt Qiao Qiao suffered in the Qiao Family was really nothing.
After all, the Qiao Family, for the sake of appearances, would not deprive their family mbers of food and clothing.
Looking at Gu Yansui, dirty and grimy, Gu Shengyin sighed.
"Put your hand in your pocket."
Gu Yansui followed suit and felt sothing hard.
It was a black ring.
Gu Yansui curiously asked, "Is this what you call the Purple Cloud Ring?"
With such an impressive na, he thought it would be sothing extraordinary, but it didn’t look remarkable.
The little child couldn’t hide his thoughts; they were written all over his face.
Gu Shengyin said, "Bite your middle finger, and let a drop of blood fall on it."
She could now barely be considered a Ring Spirit; the blood recognition was just a formality, the key was gaining her approval as the Ring Spirit.
Gu Yansui obediently did as he was told.
The crimson blood dripped onto the black ring, and the seemingly unimpressive ring instantly transford.
It was as if sothing wiped away the outer black layer, revealing the brilliance inside.
The true appearance of the Purple Cloud Ring was revealed; it was a spiritual artifact crafted from extrely rare millennium purple jade, intricately carved with complex runes, extrely exquisite, and glittering in the dark.
Gu Yansui stared wide-eyed at the drastically changed ring in his hand, then looked at his dirty hands, feeling unworthy to hold it.
Gu Shengyin felt a new power transferred into her soul, instantly washing away the original weakness.
This was the benefit brought by the bonding.
She moved her Divine Sense, and a large pile of items appeared on the ground of the rundown temple.
"Pick up the small bottle on the left, inside are white elixirs, take one to last ten days without hunger."
Luckily, these items were sealed within the Purple Cloud Ring; if kept outside, after thousands of years, they would likely vanish completely.
Gu Yansui reached out to take it, but suddenly paused.
He placed the ring on the ground and ran to the back of the rundown temple.
Gu Shengyin’s Divine Sense could now extend up to five ters, so she could clearly see he was washing his hands.
When he ca out again, Gu Yansui’s hands were washed clean and white, and he also washed his face.
Gu Shengyin looked with so amazent at the red-lipped and white-teethed child, finding it hard to believe this was the little beggar from just now.
Gu Yansui smiled a bit embarrassed, "I deliberately sared my face like that. Old Chang told if I didn’t want to be sold by bad people, I had to do it."
Old Chang was the old beggar who raised Gu Yansui.
Gu Shengyin glanced at his delicate face and understood the old beggar’s words: in this world, those who are beautiful but lack the power to protect themselves often et tragic ends.
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