Geniuses with top-tier aptitude always enjoy certain privileges.
This white-haired old monk, whom Chen Zonglin called Seventh Uncle, was sent by the Huangji Chen Clan to manage miscellaneous affairs and assist him in focusing on his cultivation.
Even so, he is not a disciple of the sect. Even if he came here, he should stay in Welcoming Immortals Town at the foot of the mountain, not in the sect, or even in the inner sect. This is already considered a violation of the sect's rules.
Seventh Uncle Chen Chuyan, with a square face and a short beard, frowned deeply. He suddenly stood up and said angrily, "We come from the same source and are connected by blood. Even if Chen Shuangbai is Foundation Establishment cultivator, does he think he can forget his roots?"
Chen Zonglin subconsciously said, "But back then... after all, the master family schemed against his Baishui Branch Household, so it was our fault that we severed this relationship."
What do you know?!
Chen Chuyan immediately retorted.
"Even if bones are broken, the tendons are still connected. Even if our main family was wrong, they now know they were wrong and have cleaned up those bad apples... No matter what, the Lineage needs our help now, and he can't be so heartless!"
Chen Zonglin opened his mouth as if to say something, but ultimately lowered his head.
He felt a little uncomfortable, thinking that his Lineage's forced connection was indeed rather unsightly.
He was still young, but he knew a little about what had happened back then. He knew it was the master's family's problem, but now that he had just entered the Daoist path and was promoted by the master's family, he was caught in the middle and really didn't know what to do.
Seeing that Chen Zonglin remained silent, Chen Chuyan realized that he had spoken too harshly earlier. He could only offer a few words of comfort, then rolled his eyes and took out a jade box from his bosom, handing it to Chen Zonglin and saying, "Find another opportunity to see him and give him this. Explain your blood ties, and he will surely soften his stance."
Holding the jade box, Chen Zonglin seemed to have thought of something and said, "This is... something the Lineage brought from the Xu Kingdom back then?"
Chen Chuyan nodded and said no more.
"Seventh Uncle, what... is inside here?"
Chen Zonglin couldn't help but ask, his heart filled with both curiosity and a vague sense of unease.
"Don't worry about it. Just give it to him when you see him... He 'Huiming."
"... Okay... alright."
Although Chen Zonglin was extremely unwilling and felt embarrassed, he had to accept the favors from his family and knew that he couldn't avoid this matter, so he could only obediently do as he was told.
He inquired extensively within the inner sect and actually found an opportunity. He learned that Chen Shuangbai also held the position of assistant lecturer in Dao of Alchemy, and would give alchemy lessons once a month.
He took the initiative to register and, through some connections, managed to get his name listed in the course.
On the day Chen Shuangbai was to give his lecture.
Chen Zonglin mingled in the crowd, found a seat that wasn't too far forward or too far back, and looked around with concern.
At 3:45 AM, light footsteps sounded outside the hall, and the previously noisy hall quickly quieted down.
A handsome Daoist priest walked in from outside. He was tall and upright with an extraordinary bearing. His pine-frost-colored robes accentuated his handsome appearance. He was surrounded by water vapor, which transformed into the shape of green trees and secluded flowers, making him look like an immortal.
Although Chen Zonglin had long understood the difference between Foundation Establishment and Qi Refining, he was still captivated by Chen Shuangbai's radiance and felt somewhat shocked.
The two had never met before.
Therefore, Chen Shuangbai did not recognize this genius of the Huangji Chen Clan.
Today we'll only discuss controlling the extraction heat.
Chen Shuangbai got straight to the point, her voice clear and neither too loud nor too soft, yet it reached the ears of every disciple with perfect clarity.
Without much small talk, he went straight to the point, explaining the otherwise dry Dao of Alchemy in a vivid and engaging way. Even Chen Zonglin, an outsider, listened with great interest.
The hour-long lecture passed quickly.
After answering the questions of several disciples, Chen Shuangbai announced the end of class and prepared to leave.
Chen Zonglin was on edge the whole time. Seeing that the other person was about to leave, he couldn't care less about anything else. He suddenly stood up and hurriedly chased after him.
Fortunately, Chen Shuangbai was still answering a disciple's question when Chen Zonglin caught up with her.
" Martial Uncle Chen, please wait!"
Chen Shuangbai turned around, looked at the panting Chen Zonglin, and mistakenly thought that he didn't understand something, and asked with a smile, "Is there something you don't understand?"
Chen Zonglin's face flushed red. Under the watchful eyes of many, he forced himself to step forward and bowed deeply. "This disciple has some private matters to discuss with my senior uncle."
Chen Shuangbai stared at him intently, at his features, her heart as still as a deep well.
The thoughts of Qi Refining disciple are laid bare before a Foundation Establishment like him.
However, he respected the disciples within the sect, so he didn't constantly try to probe their thoughts. But just by looking at this person's eyes and brows, Chen Shuangbai could roughly tell his identity.
Chen Shuangbai first smiled at the other disciples, then swept them up and transformed into a streak of blue-white light, disappearing into the distance.
Chen Zonglin felt a wave of dizziness wash over him.
When I came to my senses, I found myself in a pavilion atop a sacred mountain peak.
Chen Shuangbai stood to one side, looking at him calmly, as if trying to see through his features. The latter felt as if his heart was about to jump out of his throat, unable to say or do anything.
After a long silence, Chen Shuangbai said, "Do you really think I wouldn't dare to touch your family?"
These words were spoken softly, but to Chen Zonglin they were like a thunderclap!
His face turned deathly pale instantly. He felt an invisible, icy pressure descend upon him, making it hard to breathe and his legs go weak, almost causing him to collapse.
He had never felt the majesty of Foundation Establishment cultivator so profoundly and closely before. It was not a simple pressure from his aura, but a natural suppression brought by a higher level of life to beings of a lower level.
Chen Zonglin could no longer hold on. His knees buckled, and he collapsed onto the cold stone slab of the pavilion. Large beads of sweat quickly appeared on his forehead, and cold sweat also broke out on his back, soaking his entire body in sweat.
"Your Excellency... Your Excellency, please calm your anger. This disciple had no such intention."
Chen Shuangbai simply watched him kneel on the ground in silence.
"The two families are no longer in a master-servant relationship, and normal interactions are fine. But your family... never mind, there's no point in talking to you anymore. Just pass this message on: if there's a next time, I'll personally visit your house!"
Chen Zonglin knelt on the ground, trembling all over, not daring to say or do anything. After a long time, when the light in the mountains had gradually faded, he realized that the oppressive aura on his body was gradually dissipating.
He collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, like a fish out of water that barely managed to leap back into the water and escape disaster.
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