"Everyone says our Wang Family's Calculation Classic is too domineering and incurs Heaven's jealousy. Every disciple who inherits it is sickly and frail. Unless they attain a Dharma Body before fifty, they are certain to die young."
Wang Siyuan covered his mouth and nose with a bloodstained white handkerchief and coughed violently several times. His breathing was terribly weak as he murmured, "But attaining a Dharma Body is when the nightmare truly begins. Every ancestor of the Wang Family who succeeded in cultivating one encountered Ominousness at the end of their lives. Even after death, Ominousness followed them. None met a peaceful end..."
"Entangled in causality, no different from puppets. You cannot have it both ways." Lin Xian said calmly, "Since the Wang Family has endured for more than two hundred thousand years, it naturally has a corresponding price to pay. Young Master Wang, only by giving something up can you gain something."
The Jiangdong Wang Family had survived Ancient Antiquity and the Middle Ages, courting good fortune and avoiding calamity to preserve its legacy to this day. It was the oldest of the great families, knew many ancient secrets, and possessed foundations of unfathomable depth after more than two hundred thousand years.
Yet the full moon must wane, and water filled to the brim must spill. A child carrying gold was bound to invite disaster. So many treasures inevitably drew the covetous eyes of Great Powers, and with them came endless trouble.
Give something up to gain something. Give and gain... Wang Siyuan took a deep breath, seemingly reaching a decision. When he opened his eyes again, a hint of madness gleamed within them. He whispered, "Qingyuan..."
"Young master, Daoist Qingyuan has already gone," the maid beside him reminded him, leaving Wang Siyuan stunned. Why had the man left