The purpose of Ziyue's visit was to keep Qin Qianxian from leaving, so he comforted him. "Qianxian, your master doesn't have long to live, but you don't need to grieve. I've lived this long, so I've had a good run.
"You have exceptional talent. Perhaps you'll ascend one day. Before I die, I want to help you by passing on all my cultivation. I hope you'll treasure it."
In truth, he wasn't trying to pass on his energy. He'd calculated that Qin Qianxian was about to face a calamity, and all he wanted was to keep him confined.
Qin Qianxian had no idea. Hearing this, he quickly replied, "Master, I don't want your cultivation. I only want you to stay alive! As for ascending, I'll leave that to fate. I don't covet it at all!"
Seeing Qin Qianxian say this made Ziyue even happier, but it only strengthened his resolve. "If you can't ascend, you'll die sooner or later. I'm merely going a few years earlier.
"Besides, my cultivation was interrupted this time, so I already don't have long to live. Do you want your master to die with regrets?"
His master had put it that way, so Qin Qianxian didn't dare refuse. Through his tears, he said, "I dare not refuse a gift from an elder. This disciple will heed your teachings, cultivate diligently, and strive to ascend as soon as possible."
When Ziyue saw that Qin Qianxian had finally agreed, he breathed a sigh of relief. He summoned his second disciple, Qin Yu, explained the situation, and then sealed off the place where he was cultivating in seclusion.
Qin Qianxian was trapped inside too, and could do nothing but receive the cultivation inheritance. For now, there was no way out.
Steward Chi had gone to great lengths to