Lin Mo heard your question, and the fervor in his eyes grew even stronger.
He had just wanted to speak when he seemed to remember something.
His expression suddenly froze, and he turned to look at Wei Xia.
Wei Xia looked at Lin Mo helplessly.
Lin Mo ran over quickly and hugged Wei Xia's leg. "Mother..."
Wei Xia crouched down and held little Lin Mo in her arms.
She gently stroked Lin Mo's head, her expression bleak.
You said nothing.
You walked over to Hall Master Zhang.
You looked down at him. "You're not allowed to come here again. Understand?"
"I won't, I won't! I'll never come again!"
Hall Master Zhang was as helpless as a child weighing over two hundred pounds.
"Get lost!"
"Alright, alright, I'll get lost right away!"
Hall Master Zhang endured the pain in his chest and climbed to his feet.
He had just wanted to leave when you called out to him. "Wait."
"Hero! I was wrong, Hero!!"
"Where were you wrong?"
"I don't know either, but I figured admitting fault first couldn't be wrong, right?"
"Good attitude. Get lost!"
Hall Master Zhang did not dare linger for even a moment and ran off without a trace.
Only then did you turn toward Lin Mo's family behind you.
You looked at Wei Xia and Lin Kaifeng.
The two of them slowly looked back at you as well.
"How did you two meet?" you asked.
Wei Xia thought for a moment before saying, "My husband and I grew up together. Our families were very close, and we were betrothed as children."
You frowned.
In other words, in this simulation, Miao Jiayao had never been part of the picture from the very beginning.
It was a completely different storyline.
Then Lin Kaifeng had nothing whatsoever to do with the person who sowed his seed at Xuaming Temple, much less could they have been the same person.
And Lin Mo had been born so many years earlier this time.
That meant that aside from Wei Xia and Lin Mo, all the other events and timelines had changed.
Yet this had not affected Lin Mo's birth in the slightest.
You knew it might have been a coincidence.
But you were more inclined to believe that it was the powerful fate of Lin Mo, this Child of Destiny, at work.
You looked at little Lin Mo and sighed inwardly. Who the hell is the protagonist here? Am I just his goddamn supporting character?
You stopped your wild thoughts.
You said to Wei Xia, "Your worries are right. Sometimes, staying alive matters more than anything else."
Wei Xia silently nodded.
"However, I still want to do what I want to do."
You took out a top-tier martial art manual, the Thunderclap Spear Art.
You handed it to Lin Mo. "This is a decent martial art manual. You can choose to cultivate it, or you can listen to your mother and burn it, then live an ordinary life from now on."
Lin Mo accepted it hesitantly.
He raised his little face and looked at Wei Xia.
Wei Xia pursed her lips and said nothing.
You took out the Ninefold Condensation Profound Art again. "This is a special martial art manual. Other than yourself, you must not let anyone see it!"
Your expression was exceptionally solemn, and Lin Mo could sense how seriously you regarded it.
Lin Mo tightened his little face and nodded forcefully. "Uncle Yu, I definitely won't show it to anyone else!"
Still, you felt it was not safe enough.
You did not intend to leave a physical copy of the Ninefold Condensation Profound Art with Lin Mo.
You simply laid all your cards on the table.
Without beating around the bush, you turned your gaze to Wei Xia.
"I'll be direct. Lin Mo's talent for the martial path is extremely good. His achievements in martial cultivation will surpass anyone's imagination."
Wei Xia first looked at you in surprise.
She had not expected you to give Lin Mo such a high evaluation.
Then Wei Xia hesitantly nodded. She probably knew what you were about to say.
You continued, "Your wishes cannot stop Lin Mo's destiny. Letting him gain the ability to protect himself as early as possible is true safety."
Wei Xia took a deep breath, her expression mournful.
Seeing her expression, you recalled the scene from the third simulation, where she, a white-haired woman, had sent off her black-haired son.
Lin Kaifeng also walked over and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
Wei Xia was finally moved. She said quietly, "Young Master He, for some reason, I've always been inexplicably afraid of losing Mo'er. But if Mo'er truly has such talent, then he really shouldn't be buried..."
"Indeed." You nodded.
Wei Xia made her decision and pulled Lin Mo before you. "Mo'er, ask Young Master He to take you as his disciple."
Lin Mo immediately broke into an excited smile. With a slap, he dropped to his knees before you. "Uncle Yu, please accept me as your disciple!"
"You've misunderstood a little. I won't take Lin Mo as my disciple," you explained.
"Uncle Yu, why?"
Lin Mo and Wei Xia both stared blankly at you, deeply confused.
You said, "I've always been too wild and unrestrained. I'm not suited to taking disciples."
Lin Mo's family looked at one another.
In the end, you left Lin Mo the Thunderclap Spear Art.
To avoid leaving him a physical copy of the Ninefold Condensation Profound Art, you personally taught Lin Mo the Ninefold Condensation Profound Art as well.
And you specifically instructed him to Condense True Qi nine times at every realm whenever possible.
During the process, you personally experienced Lin Mo's terrifying talent for the martial path.
Lin Mo did not recognize every character, so he could only cultivate according to your explanations of the Ninefold Condensation Profound Art.
On the first day, Lin Mo basically understood the general framework of the Ninefold Condensation Profound Art.
On the second day, he cultivated the Thunderclap Spear Art, successfully generated his first wisp of true qi, and entered the martial path.
On the third day, he began Condensing True Qi.
On the fourth day, he completed his first true qi condensation.
On the fifth day, your jaw dropped so wide that you could not close it.
Your current talent was equivalent to the first tier of disciples below the Personal Disciples of the five great sects.
And Lin Mo's talent was something that utterly crushed the Personal Disciples.
That meant your talent was at least two levels below Lin Mo's.
And that was after cultivating the Ninefold Condensation Profound Art, which had improved your talent for the martial path.
If you compared it to the martial talent from your factory settings, it would have been even more too horrible to look at.
Lin Mo looked at you innocently. "Uncle Yu, what's wrong? Am I cultivating too slowly?"
You coughed twice. "Cough, cough. Well, the speed is still pretty good."
Lin Mo scratched his head. "Only pretty good? Then compared to Uncle Yu, I must still be far behind. Uncle Yu, your cultivation speed back then must have been very fast, right?"
You remembered that it had taken you half a year just to enter the martial path, a speed as fast as a snail.
You said with a stern face, "Don't compare yourself to me. Martial cultivation is about comparing yourself to yourself. As long as you improve compared to your past self, that's the best!!"
Lin Mo nodded. "I understand. Then compared to the you from the day before, Uncle Yu, you must have improved a lot too, right?"
"Stop talking."
"Why, Uncle Yu?"
"Really, stop talking."
"Uncle Yu, what's wrong, Uncle Yu? Say something, Uncle Yu."
"Uncle Yu, why are you crying?"
"Uncle Yu, Uncle Yu..."
Seven days later, Lin Mo had completely mastered the Ninefold Condensation Profound Art.
Deeply devastated, you left him five thousand Qi and Blood Paste and two thousand Inner Divinity Paste.
You used the art of throwing money around again, making a blacksmith forge Lin Mo a silver, gleaming long spear in three days.
The spear was taller than Lin Mo himself.
But he had already entered the martial path, so wielding it took no effort at all.
When you were about to leave,
Lin Mo hugged your thigh and kept shedding little pearls.
You stroked his head and whispered softly into his ear, "Don't pull this goddamn dying act!"
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