Taking a Disciple (Continued)

During the winter break, he went directly to his senior uncle Xiao Xuan to cultivate instead of going home. After that, he went to France, and it's been almost ten months since he last came back.

"This is where you'll be staying. Hmm... it's alright, I guess."

The person making the evaluation was Wu Xiu, who had also come with Si Ming and his group. According to her, Wei Chunxi was already "dead," his work was finished, and there was no point in him staying in Linked Mountains City. The simplification of the Flesh and Blood Wormhole was in its final stages, and once it was perfected, materials could be collected for deployment.

Si Ming took out his key, unlocked the door, and pushed it open. What came into view were two beautiful women, one tall and one short, dressed in ancient-style dancer costumes, dancing gracefully to the melody of "Eighteen Songs of a Nomad Flute." Their long sleeves fluttered, and the surging air caused countless flower petals to swirl in the air.

These two people were Yao Bilian and Murong Wu.

"Sorry, I've come to the wrong door."

Si Ming slammed the door shut and stepped out, stroking his chin in deep thought. Why were these "off-topic" situations happening so frequently lately? Was it a problem with the feng shui?

Seeing Si Ming open and close the door, Murong Qing asked, "What's wrong? Did you see something?"

As soon as I asked the question, I remembered something similar had happened a few days ago, and I couldn't help but blush. But then I realized that besides the housekeeper, there didn't seem to be any other women in the house, and people who knew her wouldn't be surprised if the housekeeper lifted her skirt.

Si Ming felt that if Murong Qing saw his younger brother dressed up like that, she would definitely fly into a rage on the spot. After thinking for a moment, he said, "I saw someone who looked like a woman fall down."

"Then what?"

Don't help her up.

"Baffling."

Murong Qing shook her head in bewilderment, pushed open the door and entered. Si Ming had expected a fierce argument to erupt, but instead, they exchanged a very ordinary greeting. He quickly peeked inside and discovered that the two had changed back into normal clothes at some point.

"That's fast! It's almost as fast as a magical girl transforming."

Everyone entered the house together. Si Ming introduced the two sides. After the introductions, he noticed that Wu Xiu was staring straight at Murong Wu. He was puzzled. He knew that Murong Wu was very popular with girls at school, but Wu Xiu only had the body of a little girl. Inside, however, was a century-old vintage wine. It was old wine in a new bottle.

Could it be that an old tree has blossomed, and a century-old virgin has finally found spring, wanting to mate with a young girl?

"Come here, little one."

Wu Xiu called Murong Wu to her side and reached out to touch the back of his head.

"S-Senior, is something wrong?"

Although he already knew that the other person was Yu Shuying's master and was definitely much older than him, she looked like a primary school girl who was even younger than him. Murong Wu couldn't help but blush when she touched him like that.

Fortunately, Wu Xiu didn't have the same penchant for teasing young boys as Yao Bilian, and she didn't take Murong Wu's shyness to heart.

"Senior, what happened to my brother?" Murong Qing asked.

"Excellent, excellent Root Bone constitution, and if I'm not mistaken..."

Wu Xiu flipped her hands over and took out two flower petals that looked exactly the same, asking, "Little one, which flower do you think is poisonous, and which one isn't?"

The others exchanged bewildered glances. Not only did the two flowers look identical, but their scents were also remarkably similar. After using his Heaven-Howling Art, Si Ming was able to discern subtle differences, but that was all; he could at most recognize the differences between the two, but could not determine which flower was poisonous and which was not.

Murong Wu's gaze lingered between the two flowers. After a moment, he pointed to the flower on the left and hesitated, saying, "This one is poisonous."

Wu Xiu showed an interested expression and asked, "Oh, how did you determine that?"

Murong Wu said embarrassedly, "It's just my intuition; I feel it's poisonous."

Despite the seemingly baseless answer, Wu Xiu was very satisfied and said, "Very good. Are you interested in becoming my apprentice?"

"Huh?"

Murong Wu was surprised by the other party's actions and found it even more difficult to decide after understanding the situation. After all, becoming an apprentice was a life-altering matter, so he subconsciously turned to Murong Qing, hoping that his sister could make the decision for him. This is a common habit among most minors who lack independence; when faced with important matters, they seek help from their parents, especially those who are more assertive.

In the past, Murong Qing made Grandmaster very decisively, but this time he couldn't help but hesitate. Wu Xiu was Yu Shuying's master, and from the disciple's style, it was clear that this senior was by no means a pure and kind person. His words and actions along the way proved this point. But after all, he was a Nascent Soul Spirit Transformation. How many people in the world could become a Spirit Transformation's master? If he missed this opportunity, he might not be able to meet him again in the future.

Moreover, even if she were to simply reach the Nascent Spirit Transformation, Murong Qing herself was confident that she could advance to the Nascent Spirit Transformation in the near future. However, she knew that her younger brother, Murong Wu, liked medicine and disliked fighting and killing. Fortunately, Senior Wu was an expert in this field. Martial artists usually also knew medicine, but only as a sideline. There were very few Spirit Transformation in the world who primarily studied medicine. If this opportunity was missed, it might not come again.

"You already have a highly skilled disciple, why are you interested in my little brother?"

Wu Xiu said, "Firstly, it's about cherishing talent. The little one has a high aptitude for medicine, and it would be a pity if those mediocre teachers misled her. Secondly, while Yu is clever, it's a pity she doesn't focus on medicine and can't inherit my mantle. My life's learning must have a successor; it can't be wasted."

Yu Shuying didn't care much about the evaluation. For her, medical skills were just a means, not an end. Besides, her focus was on Gu and poison techniques, while Wu Xiu's expertise in herbalism and alchemy was only at a superficial level.

Murong Qing and said, "This matter is of great importance. If you don't mind, please grant me a few days' grace."

"Alright, just give me an answer before you set off for the Barbarian Continent."

Perhaps Murong Wu's talent was truly remarkable, for Wu Xiu was not angry.

When it was time for dinner, Ying Zhou returned to the orphanage. He was slightly surprised to see everyone, but maintained his cool demeanor and didn't greet them. After glancing at them, he said, "Why did you kidnap a little girl? Have you finally become human traffickers?"

"A little girl?" Wu Xiu sneered twice.

Ying Zhou sensed Anomalies and suddenly became alert. He quickly leaped back ten feet and looked at his opponent with a wary expression.

"Not bad, your intuition is very sharp, but unfortunately, your reaction time is still a little slow."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ying Zhou felt his whole body stiffen, and he could no longer control his body. He couldn't even speak, as if he had become a statue, standing in place unable to move.

"Resisting is pointless. Save your energy. The effects of the medicine will wear off in twelve hours. Activating your Internal Cultivation will only prolong the time—even though I've said that, you'll still try it anyway. So be it. You'll regret not listening to your elders."

After speaking, Wu Xiu turned to Murong Wu: "This is my skill, would you like to learn it?"

Murong Wu shook his head and said, "I don't want to hurt others. If I become your disciple, can I only learn medicine and not poison?"

Wu Xiu laughed and said, "Silly child, every medicine has some poison in it. Medicine and poison are two sides of the same coin. Grandmaster of medicine is inevitably a peerless master of poison, and vice versa. Whether you choose to harm or save people depends entirely on how you use it. It's like a divine weapon; you can use it to kill or to protect others."

This was a well-worn topic, and even the naive Murong Wu had heard it from Murong Qing long ago. He honestly replied, "Senior, my sister has long told me about the principle of eradicating evil completely and acting on behalf of Heaven. She also said that killing one evil person is equivalent to saving ten good people, but I just can't bear to see others suffer."