When Lianshan Xin heard this fellow introduce himself, his first reaction was, I didn't say anything. He spilled it all himself.
His second reaction was that little Jiangzhou had almost collected every fragment of Maitreya. It truly was a land of outstanding people and spiritual splendor.
His third reaction was, What the hell was his name? Jiang Buping?
Surname Jiang? With "ping" in his name?
"Do you know Jiang Ping'an?"
Lianshan Xin could hardly avoid connecting those two names.
At that, Jiang Buping's voice sank slightly. "You mean that unworthy disciple of mine?"
Lianshan Xin was floored. "Wasn't Jiang Ping'an the Heavenly Physician's disciple?"
"The Heavenly Physician? All he could teach Ping'an was a little medicine." Jiang Buping's voice brimmed with disdain.
That's where you're wrong, Lianshan Xin thought. The Heavenly Physician could also teach Jiang Ping'an the art of staying alive-never treat an illness detrimental to unity.
Unfortunately, Jiang Ping'an hadn't mastered that lesson.
"So you taught Jiang Ping'an martial arts."
"Wrong. What I taught him contained no martial arts, only the Dao."
Jiang Buping said gravely, "Later, I heard that unworthy disciple refused to bow even under Emperor Yongchang's threats. He would rather become a rebel than serve as Heavenly Physician. At least he didn't disgrace me."
Lianshan Xin hardly knew what to say.
He didn't disgrace you, all right. He dragged the Heavenly Physician's name through the mud, daring to treat any illness and say anything.
So you're the root of Jiang Ping'an's pigheadedness.
This Unjust Way of yours gets people killed.
As his horizons broadened, Lianshan Xin had also come to understand that cultivation methods chose their practitioners, and practitioners chose their methods. Even Immortal Arts were no exception.
Even if Jiang Buping offered him this Unjust Way, Lianshan Xin wouldn't cultivate it. It didn't suit