What a Coincidence

Zhuo Shi leaned back in the rattan chair, legs crossed, holding a cup of tea in his hand, his eyes half-closed, and the corners of his mouth curved into a smile.

He took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled, letting out a satisfied sigh.

He took a sip of tea, swirled the tea in his mouth, swallowed, and then took another sip.

"Mmm, this tea is wonderful! The sunshine, the air, it's amazing!"

He rocked the chair, and the rattan chair creaked.

"Bang--!"

The door was kicked open.

"Puff--!"

Zhuo Shi choked, his face turning red, tea spraying from his nose and dripping down his beard.

"Cough cough cough--"

"You old lunatic! You dare kick down my door?! You want a beating?!"

He cursed as he grabbed the teapot from the table, making a gesture as if to smash it.

"You old madman, I need something!"

"You think you can afford to pay for this?! This door of mine is made of Phoebe zhennan wood, do you think you can?!"

"Pah! This is clearly pine wood, I'm not blind!"

"You ignorant fool! This is top-grade golden nanmu, what do you know!"

"You're talking nonsense! The only piece of Phoebe zhennan furniture you have here is a stool, which you gave to Jing Heng for his 5th birthday! Where would you find any more Phoebe zhennan?!"

Zhuo Shi was momentarily speechless after being rebuked by Feng Wuyu. His mouth opened and closed again, the teapot hovering in mid-air, unsure whether to smash it or put it down.

"You old bastard, if you don't give me a reasonable explanation today, I'll tear down your forging workshop!"

"Hey! You son of a bitch, you bastard, I came all this way to tell you some information, and this is your attitude?"

Zhuo Shi sneered, "News? What good news could you possibly have? What? Jing Heng raided your metal warehouse again?"

"Go to hell! Listen to me!" Feng Wuyu slammed his hand on the table.

Zhuo Shi looked at the table. "This table is also made of Phoebe zhennan."

"Roll!"

Feng Wuyu organized his thoughts for a moment, "I just went to see your grand-disciple, Tang Wulin, hoping he would become my disciple, but guess what I saw?"

Zhuo Shi paused for a moment.

"You're going to find Wulin? You want him to become your disciple?" Feng Wuyu nodded.

"Hmm. That kid has good forging talent; he's even mastered Spirit Forged. I think—"

Zhuo Shi interrupted him, "You're dreaming!"

His face flushed red. "Wulin is my grand-disciple! You are not worthy to take him in!"

Feng Wuyu glared at him, "Why am I not worthy?! Mu Chen can teach me, but I can't?"

"Fart!"

Zhuo Shi slammed his hand on the table, and this time the table shook.

"You dug up my disciple's grand-disciple right in front of me? Do you think I'm dead?!"

Feng Wuyu slammed his fist on the table, "I'm doing this for his own good! That kid's talent is being wasted with you!"

Zhuo Shi stood up and glared down at Feng Wuyu.

"Let me tell you, you old madman, Wulin will absolutely never become your disciple! I absolutely disagree! Forget about it!"

Feng Wuyu also stood up, and the two faced each other, their noses almost touching.

"What's the use of your disagreement? It depends on what the kid himself wants!"

Feng Wuyu's voice also rose in pitch.

"He is my grand-disciple, so his will is my will!"

The voices of this Zhuo Shi are louder.

"This is authoritarianism! This is dictatorship! This is—"

"You're my foot!"

The two argued for a while, neither willing to give in.

Finally Feng Wuyu took a step back, plopped back into the chair, and panted.

"Pah! That's not what I meant!"

Zhuo Shi sat back down, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and frowned when he saw the tea had gone cold. He then put the cup down.

"Then what do you want to say?!"

"You interrupted me. I hadn't even gotten there yet. I just turned the corner when I saw your little blue-haired grand-disciple taking Xiao Jing Heng to her room."

"What?! Are you sure?"

Hiss... My grand-disciple and my disciple...

This is indecent! This is immoral! This... oh dear!

No, no, wait a minute, Xu does have a bit of Zi Se's charm, she'd be a good match for Xiao Jing Heng...

No one should dare to say anything.

"Absolutely true, I even went around in circles and peeked out the window."

"You! You shameless old man, you've been single your whole life, and you even went to peep?! Have you no shame?!"

Feng Wuyu:???

"It's just cultivating together, what's so wrong with that?!"

Zhuo Shi was taken aback, "Cultivation...?"

"Yeah, what do you think?"

"I... I thought it was cultivation."

Feng Wuyu's lips twitched:...

"What kind of filthy garbage is in your head?!"

Zhuo Shi slammed his teacup down on the table with a loud "bang".

"Who, who has dirty thoughts in their head? I was just concerned! Concerned, don't you understand?!"

"That child is only twelve years old! Twelve years old! I'm afraid of him—afraid of him—"

"Come on, you old codger, I know you too well!"

Zhuo Shi snorted coldly, "What did you see?"

Feng Wuyu's expression became more serious. He leaned forward and lowered his voice, "Dual cultivation."

Zhuo Shi's pupils contracted sharply, and he nearly dropped the teacup in his hand. "Dual cultivation?!"

Feng Wuyu quickly grabbed his hand, "It's not that kind of dual cultivation! It's... it's... oh dear, it's their Soul Power resonating! Their Martial Soul are attracting each other! Their Soul Power is merging! It's that kind of -- dual cultivation!"

Zhuo Shi stared at him, his gaze shifting from shock to confusion, and then from confusion to sudden realization.

"You mean... Martial Soul Fusion Skill?"

Feng Wuyu slapped his thigh, "That's it! It's that one! Martial Soul Fusion Skill! Soul Power Resonance! Although it's still very weak, it's certain that it has Martial Soul Fusion Skill."

Zhuo Shi tapped his knee lightly, once, then again.

"Does Yun Ming know?"

"I don't know, I came to find you first after I found out."

"Hiss..."

Feng Wuyu was unusually serious, "Don't you think... Jing Heng's growth rate is abnormal? It's like he's being dragged along."

Zhuo Shi's hand paused on his knee for a moment.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds.

Zhuo Shi picked up his teacup and took a sip. The tea was cold, making him frown.

He put down his cup, leaned back in his chair, and stared at the ceiling.

"A twelve-year-old Soul King with five rings, level fifty-seven, four black and one red soul bones, and two Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone."

"Do you remember where I got that piece from?"

"I remember you were walking on the road when you were hit by the Soul Bone. I only gave it to him after checking and finding no problems."

"How eerie..."

"Everything is too coincidental."

"Should we tell Yun Ming?"

Zhuo Shi thought for a moment, "No, I can't tell him."

Feng Wuyu frowned. "Why? You old fool, Jing Heng is his son."

"You know what kind of person Yun Ming is."

On the training field, the sun was blazing, turning the ground white.

Ye Xinglan stood in the center of the arena. She raised her sword and thrust it out. The sword light was sharp, and the sword energy pierced the air, leaving a hole in the target.

Another stab, another hole. Another stab, another hole.

Her sword became faster and more ruthless, each strike seemingly aimed at piercing something.

Xie Xie stood at the edge of the training field, holding a towel and a water bottle, watching Ye Xinglan practice her swordplay.

"She..."

"I advise you not to say anything more; her aura is a bit too low."

"I'll get to know."

Gu Yue glanced at the two people whispering not far away and picked up her Soul Guidance Communicator.