The Daoist's Disciple Is a Grandmaster

Song Shuhang completed the morning exam with ease, as usual.

Taking advantage of a spare moment, he opened the Nine Provinces Number One Group and took a look.

In the group chat history, there was a selfie posted by Fairy Lychee, and she was undeniably beautiful. It seems she just moved to a new cave today, so she took many selfies, each one a feast for the eyes.

Below are the likes given to her by experienced members of the group.

However, without the two main naval forces, Northern River's Loose Cultivator and Mad Saber Three Waves, the Nine Provinces Number One Group has been much quieter these past few days.

As soon as Song Shuhang logged on, True Lord Yellow Mountain noticed him.

True Lord Yellow Mountain quickly asked, "Young friend Shuhang, how has Venerable White been lately?"

"All is well, everything is fine," Song Shuhang replied, while his mind immediately recalled the arduous desert experience from yesterday, "But after Senior White advanced to the Seventh-Grade Spirit Venerable, he gained a new skill called 'Real Illusion.' This skill is incredibly powerful, absolutely awesome!"

True Lord Yellow Mountain sent a sweating emoji.

Lately, he felt particularly heartbroken when talking to Song Shuhang. He always felt that Song Shuhang was living in dire straits every day.

Meanwhile, a senior Medicine Master, thousands of miles away, calmly closed his phone.

As soon as Song Shuhang logged on, he wanted to ask about Ping An and mention that he might go back in the next few days. However, he writes slowly...

He had only written half of it when Song Shuhang in the group chat said that Senior White had mastered the 'Real Illusion' skill. The Medicine Master immediately deleted the message he had painstakingly written.

Then he silently continued to dive, pretending that he hadn't seen Song Shuhang.

After hanging up his phone, the Medicine Master called out, "Is Ziyan there?"

"I've always been here," Jiang Ziyan's voice came from downstairs, soft and gentle.

She was staring blankly at the computer screen—on which was a picture of the Medicine Master carefully closing his phone. Yes, Jiang Ziyan had installed a very advanced camera in the Medicine Master's room. She had even added various magical effects to it, so the Medicine Master hadn't discovered it yet.

Having a disciple like her must be very demanding for Medicine Master, in many ways.

"A guest is coming soon, an old friend of mine. Go and buy some food, and then fetch our finest 'Immortal Reliance Brew'," the Medicine Master said.

"Immortal Reliance Brew?" Jiang Ziyan nodded slightly. This was a precious medicinal wine that the Medicine Master himself was usually reluctant to drink much of. The fact that he had brought it out to entertain his friend this time showed that the friend held a high position in the Medicine Master's heart.

"Is it a man or a woman?" Jiang Ziyan asked, this was the key point!

"Male!" the Medicine Master replied calmly—he was used to it and his answers were always crisp and efficient.

"Okay, I'll get it done soon," Jiang Ziyan replied, shutting down her computer.

Soon after, the Medicine Master's friend arrived.

He was a Daoist priest with Dao Bone, white hair and a youthful face, one hand holding a whisk, dressed in Daoist robes. He was currently a registered Daoist priest in China, so he openly wore Daoist robes when he went out.

The Daoist priest entered and let out a loud laugh, "Medicine Master, the Old Daoist has arrived."

The Medicine Master went up to the Daoist priest and gave him a warm hug.

The two took their seats, and Jiang Ziyan obediently stepped forward to serve them wine. In front of outsiders, she always gave the Medicine Master face and played the role of a 'well-behaved' disciple.

"Immortal Reliance Brew, Wuyinzi, your favorite." The Medicine Master raised his wine cup and gently clinked it with Wuyinzi's.

"Hehe, only here can this Old Daoist priest taste this Immortal Reliance Brew," Wuyinzi said with a sigh.

After a few rounds of drinks, Wuyinzi, slightly tipsy, said, "Medicine Master, you still look so young, while this Old Daoist has truly grown old."

The Medicine Master's hand stiffened slightly, and he sighed softly.

Wuyinzi was of the same generation as the Medicine Master, and in terms of cultivation talent, he was even superior to the Medicine Master. However, in the past, Wuyinzi suffered a fatal injury that damaged his Dao root and greatly shortened his lifespan.

Moreover, his strength has remained at the Fourth-Grade Realm, without any progress for hundreds of years. If Wuyinzi find a way to advance, he will probably be nearing the end of his life.

"You don't need to feel sorry for this Old Daoist. Old Daoist 've gotten used to it over the years." Wuyinzi laughed heartily, then nodded slightly to Jiang Ziyan, who was serving wine, and changed the subject, saying, "Your disciple, Miss Ziyan, is so well-behaved."

Jiang Ziyan smiled smugly.

The Medicine Master chuckled and agreed.

"Old Daoist disciple I just took in often annoys Old Daoist so much that I wish I could chop him in half with one palm!" The Old Daoist constipated when he talked about his disciple.

"When did you take on a disciple, Wuyinzi?" the Medicine Master asked, puzzled.

"About ten years ago, I met a successor who was very suitable to inherit my mantle," Wuyinzi recalled. "You know my situation. I had been looking for a successor to inherit my mantle for a long time, but I hadn't been able to find a suitable disciple. Seeing that my time was running out, I finally met one, so I accepted him as my disciple without hesitation."

Regardless of the circumstances, the Medicine Master asked suspiciously, "What's so strange about your disciple?"

"Yes... he was a Western. But after becoming my disciple, he settled down and lived in China." Wuyinzi said with a sigh.

"It is a bit of an adjustment, after all, no one has ever accepted a disciple from the Western before. However, your situation is special, so everyone can understand to some extent," the Medicine Master nodded.

But even if they were Western disciples, surely they wouldn't have angered Wuyinzi this much?

"I first took that idiot as my disciple, and then I planned to teach him martial arts to help him build his foundation. Do you know what he said?" Wuyinzi downed his drink in one gulp and said, "That idiot said: 'Isn't China martial arts from Shaolin? He said he wanted to learn Shaolin Kung Fu! Golden Bell Shield, Iron Shirt! And the Shaolin’s Seventy-Two Supreme Skills!'"

The Medicine Master's face twitched.

"I was so angry that I gave that idiot a good beating. I'm a Daoist priest, you know!" Wuyinzi said through gritted teeth.

"But do you know what? After I slapped that idiot, he went to the barbershop that very night, shaved his head, and came back to me smugly—just think about it, my sect is a Daoist sect, yet a Western monk has infiltrated it. If I didn't still have some standing in the sect, that idiot would have been kicked out long ago!"

"To ensure the continuation of my lineage, I endured it. I guided him through his cultivation, and finally, he completed the Foundation Establishment stage. Then, I formally held an apprenticeship ceremony for him, accepting him as my personal disciple. Do you know what condition that fool then made—that fool actually wanted me to burn his ordination scars! Doesn't formal ordination always involve burning scars?"

"Ordination scars? Have you ever seen Daoist School get them burned to get ordination scars?"

"In the end, this idiot kept bothering me for a whole year! I was so frustrated that I had no choice but to get four perms for him."

At this point, Wuyinzi looked like she didn't want to live anymore. "But this guy said: Don't monks in movies all have six ordination scars? He insisted that I get two more tattooed on him."

"I was so angry, I beat him up again on the spot."

"Then... the next day, that idiot went back and reapplied two more orifice scars to himself! I gave him another good beating!"

"That's fine... He finally reached the Three-Aperture Realm, but I couldn't stand his antics anymore, so I held a graduation ceremony for him and let him leave the mountain. Normally, our sect only allows people to leave the mountain after reaching the Third-Grade Grade of cultivation, but our sect leader was also exhausted by this guy, so he decided to avoid seeing him and joined me in holding the graduation ceremony for him. On the day of his graduation, he got me a Daoist robe, a magical artifact for protection, and a magic sword."

"But that idiot... that very day he put a cassock over his Daoist robe! Then he secretly went to the headmaster and replaced his flying sword with a broken 'Vajra pestle,' which infuriated me! I gave him a good beating."

"Years later, I went to see him again. This simpleton had actually learned quite a few Buddhist Sect scriptures. He even got hold of a copy of the Ksitigarbha Soul-Deliverance Scripture, and had saved many souls, accumulating a great Merit Light."

"If you didn't see his martial arts foundation, everyone would think he was a Buddhist Sect disciple! I have no face to take him back to my sect now!" With that, Wuyinzi poured himself another cup.

This disciple even practices both Daoism and Buddhism, Daoist School internally and Buddhist School externally?

The Medicine Master's lips twitched as he heard the last part.

Could there really be such a coincidence in this world? He thought of what Song Shuhang had once told him about the foreign monk who took the blame for murder on the high-speed train and was then Foreign Monk arrested...

Could that Foreign Monk be the disciple of my old friend standing before me?

Thinking of this, the Medicine Master secretly asked, "Wuyinzi, where's your foolish disciple?"

"He went to jail to play around not long ago," Wuyinzi said through gritted teeth. "I don't know how he got himself into jail recently. When I heard the news, I immediately used my connections to try and get him out. But I didn't expect that idiot to get addicted to being in jail and refuse to come out. He said he would wait until he completed the Ascending Dragon Ascension Platform and advanced to the Second-Grade before coming out. It makes me so angry! This time when he gets out, Old Daoist going to catch him and beat him for ten days and ten nights!"

The Medicine Master tilted his head back, feigning a sigh—he couldn't take it anymore; if he didn't look up, he was afraid he would burst out laughing in front of his friend, which would be too impolite.

Needless to say, this old friend's Daozi is the Foreign Monk that Song Shuhang mentioned.

What a coincidence!

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Time flies, and another day of exams is over.

Song Shuhang returned home and carefully opened the front door.

He didn't go in immediately, but first peeked inside. Seeing that it was a normal backyard scene, he breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Then, he carefully stepped halfway in, gripping the door tightly with one hand.

Only after confirming that everyone was safe and sound did he feel relieved enough to enter his home.

"Young friend Shuhang, you're back." Venerable White was in the courtyard, seemingly waiting for Song Shuhang.

Song Shuhang for a moment, then smiled and said, "Senior, weren't you cultivating today?"

"I've finished cultivating," Venerable White said with a smile. "Shuhang, what cultivation techniques have you learned? I've been troubling you these past few days, so let me guide you in your cultivation today!"

Upon hearing Shuhang, Shuhang was overjoyed!