Xiuxian: Start with the medicine boy

Chapter 1829 Summoned to Appear!

Hear the words.

A hint of surprise flashed deep in Murong Wanwan's eyes.

She never imagined that her husband would see through her little scheme so quickly.

Not bad.

Murong Wanwan's current seclusion is a final, all-consuming retreat.

I will not leave this place until I break through.

Unfortunately, her husband saw through her plan in just a short while.

Despite her many thoughts running through her mind, Murong Wanwan did not reveal any flaws on the surface.

She chuckled softly and said:

"rest assured!

"I wouldn't be so foolish as to waste having a Nascent Soul Realm expert like you as a powerful backer and rely solely on myself."

"Haha!" Cheng Buzheng chuckled lightly.

"As long as he's not stupid."

"However, just in case, let me make one thing clear beforehand: if you remain in seclusion for an extended period, don't blame your husband for forcibly breaking the array in your meditation room and personally inviting you out of seclusion."

"Know it!"

"Don't worry, my husband, I won't do anything foolish."

Murong Wanwan drew out her words as she turned around, and a hint of emotion flashed across her eyes as her skirt swirled open.

'well!

With her husband around, it seems there's no hope of her going into seclusion.

Murong Wanwan chuckled inwardly, then left the quiet room without further teasing.

otherwise!

The arrival of the younger generation will take a long time.

Only after Murong Wanwan's beautiful figure had completely disappeared from Cheng Buzheng's sight did he slowly withdraw his gaze.

Close your eyes!

They waited patiently for the arrival of the younger generation of the clan.

A quarter of an hour later.

On the bluestone path outside the courtyard, a series of slightly hurried yet orderly footsteps could be heard.

Led by Cheng Ping'an, a group of more than ten people were walking briskly toward the courtyard.

They were all dressed in the unique moon-white robes with flowing cloud patterns characteristic of the Cheng Clan, and their movements carried the refined and elegant air typical of scions of a family of cultivators.

However, his expression at this moment revealed a hint of solemnity and anticipation.

In no time, the group arrived at the seemingly simple wooden door outside the courtyard, which seemed to emanate a faint spiritual light.

at this time···

Cheng Ping'an, who was leading the group, suddenly stopped and raised his hand to signal everyone to stop.

He turned around, his gaze slowly sweeping over the dozen or so younger members of the family behind him.

These young cultivators varied greatly in age, some already displaying youthful vigor and a composed demeanor;

Some, however, still have youthful faces, with lingering traces of immaturity in their eyes and brows.

Without exception, each person's eyes held a bright light, the unique vigor and spirituality of someone who had just begun their cultivation and embarked on their path.

Especially the youngest-looking boys and girls, their dark, grape-like eyes darting around restlessly, secretly observing the tranquil courtyard and the vines clinging to the walls.

Even the fleeting streaks of light passing through the sky filled their eyes with novelty and curiosity.

He appeared extremely clever.

Cheng Ping'an took in everyone's expressions, cleared his throat, and spoke in a low but undeniably solemn voice:

"Listen up, everyone. The place where the Ancestor cultivates in seclusion is just ahead."

When you go in to pay your respects later, be sure to observe proper etiquette and show reverence, and do not be negligent or impolite in the slightest.

Understand? "

As soon as the words were spoken, the youngest children immediately smiled and replied in a clear voice:

"Okay, Great-Grandpa!"

"Don't worry, Grandpa, we're the most obedient!"

"That's it!"

Her voice was clear and lively, filled with childlike joy.

In contrast, the older young cultivators were much more composed, their expressions becoming solemn as they respectfully responded:

"Rest assured, Ancestor Ping An, we understand the importance of this matter."

"We will also take care of these younger brothers and sisters, and we will make sure they do not disturb the peace of our ancestor."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Ping'an's expression softened slightly, and he cast approving glances at the young men.

Then, with a hint of helplessness, he glanced at the little ones whose eyes were still darting around, shook his head, and sighed softly:

"That's fine.

These mischievous kids are in your care.

"Yes!"

A handsome and gentle young man stepped forward and accepted the offer with a smile.

His gentle eyes and brows spoke softly, like a spring breeze.

"Don't worry, Grandpa, with us here, the little ones won't cause any trouble."

He spoke in a gentle tone, but out of the corner of his eye, he subtly glanced at the few boys and girls who were peeking around.

It was just that seemingly casual glance...

One of the boys, whose senses were the most acute, suddenly shuddered and stopped looking around, as if a small animal had sensed some invisible but real "danger".

His eyes darted around quickly, and he soon pinpointed the source of the "danger"—

It was that handsome young man with a gentle smile and eyes as clear as water.

The boy's expression changed slightly, and he immediately exclaimed in a whisper, a sound only his few companions could hear:

"Oh no, it's Brother Xiang!"

That cunning, two-faced person has their eyes on us!

"what?

How to do?

After he "gave me pointers" last time, I was inexplicably made to copy the *Qingjing Jing* (Classic of Purity and Tranquility) ten more times!

"His smile is never a good sign!"

Should we stay away from him?

"right!

If he gets close, we'll hide!

Don't be fooled by his gentle appearance!

"..."

The little ones quickly reached a consensus through telepathy, and without prior arrangement, they all quietly took a small step back, moving closer to each other.

A pair of large eyes, filled with vigilance, all turned to look at Cheng Xiang, who remained gentle and refined, with a smile as warm as a spring breeze.

They looked just like a group of little rabbits who had just come out of their den and encountered a fox.

This little trick naturally did not escape the eyes of the other older peers.

The group exchanged glances, their lips curving into slight smiles, and whispered jokingly:

"It has to be Xiangdi; he can intimidate people with just one look."

"Isn't that right?"

These little devils are fearless and reckless; only Xiangdi can handle them.

"He's usually as mischievous as a monkey, but now he's scared."

"..."

Cheng Xiang, who was called "the cunning man," seemed oblivious to his companions' teasing and the children's alarmed expressions.

He still smiled as gently as a breeze and the bright moon.

He even responded to the telepathic message in a gentler tone.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was just enough for everyone to hear:

"Brothers, please don't make fun of me."

I just like playing around with these younger brothers and sisters.

The path to enlightenment is long and arduous, and cultivation is austere. Without some lively and interesting activities to spice things up, wouldn't it be too dull?

As he said this, his gaze once again seemed to drift over the nervous little ones, and the smile in his eyes seemed to deepen.

The children immediately felt a chill run down their spines and huddled even closer together.

Cheng Ping'an took in the whole scene, a barely perceptible smile flashing in his eyes, but his face remained solemn.

Then!

He suppressed the last trace of a smile on his face, his expression returning to solemnity. He raised his hand and gestured for everyone to be quiet.

"Alright, stop making noise and come in with me."

After saying that, he turned around and pushed open the seemingly ordinary wooden door that, when touched, exuded a warm and spiritual light.

The door hinges turned silently.

As Cheng Ping'an stepped inside, the dozen or so younger members of the Cheng family behind him immediately stopped their playful banter.

They followed in single file, according to seniority.

With light and steady steps, the large group stepped into the courtyard, which held a special place in the family's legends.

The courtyard was serene and secluded, with spiritual plants scattered about. A winding path paved with fragments of azure spiritual jade led deeper into the courtyard.

The air was filled with a serene and calming atmosphere that involuntarily soothed the mind.

Cheng Ping'an did not linger, but led everyone along the path straight to the backyard.

Just as the group stepped into the backyard—

All sounds seemed to be suddenly sucked away by an invisible force, and even the sound of the wind became quiet.

In the center of the courtyard, beneath an ancient tree shrouded in a mystical aura, a figure stood with his hands behind his back, his back to them.

It's as if I'm observing the leaves, or perhaps I'm lost in thought.

The figure was dressed in the simplest moon-white casual clothes, with his black hair loosely tied up with a wooden hairpin. He had no imposing aura, yet he seemed to blend naturally into this courtyard and this world.

Seemingly sensing the arrival of the crowd, the figure slowly turned around.

An extremely young, even handsome, face suddenly appeared before everyone's eyes.

Her features were clear and bright, and her skin was as white as jade!

His gaze was gentle and peaceful, as if time had left no trace on him.

Only a fleeting trace of world-weary calm in the depths of his eyes betrayed a long life beyond his apparent age.

In an instant.

The group of young cultivators behind Cheng Ping'an suddenly contracted their pupils, their eyes filled with undisguised shock and disbelief.

This... is Cheng Buzheng, the legendary ancestor of their Cheng Clan Immortal Clan?

Although the family genealogy and the elders' admonitions mention the name and achievements of the ancestor countless times, and we know that the ancestor's cultivation was extraordinary and that he had the art of preserving his youth!

But seeing this "living legend" in person, so young and handsome, was a far cry from their imagined image of a venerable, dignified elder.

The stark contrast still shook these usually composed young people to their core, almost making them forget to breathe.

Ancestor Cheng Buzheng has made very few public appearances within the clan, the most recent being many years ago...

Very few members of his clan had ever seen his true face.

Most of them have long since turned to dust over the years.

Their generation's knowledge of their ancestors came almost entirely from oral traditions and clan records.

The impact of seeing them in person is indescribable.

However, the initial shock in the eyes of the youngest boys and girls was quickly replaced by pure curiosity and amazement, which were revealed without any concealment.

They don't carry as much imagination and awe as the older generation.

I just felt that this ancestor was unbelievably handsome, even more so than the immortals in the paintings.

"Greetings to the ancestor!"

"Greetings, Father!"

Led by Cheng Ping'an, everyone bowed respectfully, their voices echoing in unison in the quiet courtyard.

"Get up."

Cheng Buzheng's voice was gentle and clear, like jade being gently tapped.

He casually raised his hand to support them, and a gentle yet irresistible invisible force lifted everyone up perfectly, without the slightest hint of malice.

His gaze swept over these energetic yet nervous and curious juniors, a faint smile playing on his lips, as if he were about to say something...

"Is this the ancestor?"

So young!

A clear, youthful voice, delivered through what the boy considered to be a highly skilled (and self-proclaimed) sound transmission technique, suddenly "exploded" among the group of children.

Followed by.

A young girl's voice joined in with amazement:

"Yes, and it looks really good!"

Another, slightly more lively female voice immediately followed, filled with innocent anticipation:

"When I find a Daoist partner in the future, I will also look for a handsome man like the Ancestor!"

"Qingmei! How shameless of you!"

"You're already thinking about finding a cultivation partner?"

A boy's voice rang out, tinged with disdain.

"Why not?"

Are you suggesting we find someone unattractive?

The girl called "Qingmei" retorted confidently.

"shallow!"

Another slightly mature-sounding boy's voice chimed in, trying to adopt a grown-up attitude.

"As cultivators, we should prioritize the path to immortality. How can you indulge in romantic love?"

With such a mindset, how can one go far on the path to immortality?

"Hai Di, stop spouting high-sounding nonsense!"

Even our ancestor had a Daoist partner, so why can't we find one?

The first boy to speak immediately retorted.

"Hmph! I can't be bothered with you!"

The besieged "Hai Di" snorted angrily.

"Hai Di must be saying this because he thinks he's not good-looking and is afraid he won't find a good-looking partner in the future!"

They just don't want us to look for them!

I wonder which clever person hit the nail on the head.

"Um!

Exactly! Exactly!

Several voices immediately chimed in, chattering and making quite a scene.

These little guys thought their "encrypted call" was flawless, but little did they know that to the Golden Core Master Cheng Ping'an, it was as clear as a whisper from an ordinary person.

In front of Cheng Buzheng, a Nascent Soul cultivator, it was no different from shouting loudly in his ear.

Every single emotion in his tone was crystal clear.

Cheng Ping'an's temple twitched almost imperceptibly, and he quickly glanced at his father.

Seeing that Cheng Buzheng's expression remained calm, his gaze gentle, and there was no displeasure whatsoever,

Even the faint smile on his lips remained unchanged.

Seeing this, Cheng Ping'an secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, was finally at ease.

Then, his gaze shifted, filled with a clear warning and helplessness, as he glared fiercely at the few little guys who were still thinking they were being discreet, making faces and "noisily" using telepathy.

"Grandpa's gaze is terrifying!"

The girl who was being glared at shrank back and whispered something.

"Could it be... that our telepathic communication was overheard by our great-grandfather?"

The other boy belatedly felt a sense of unease.

"Hmm, that's possible!"

I once heard a teacher from the clan school say that in front of seniors of higher realms, low-level sound transmission techniques are completely useless; it's no different from speaking directly.

The somewhat mature-looking "Hai Di" finally found an opportunity to showcase his "knowledge".

"No way!"

The little ones suddenly panicked.

"Then let's try it?"

It was the bold young man who made the initial suggestion.

"Okay, I'll give it a try."

A girl volunteered, and then cautiously, using what she thought was the most "discreet" method of telepathy, "sent" a message in Cheng Ping'an's direction:

"Grandpa is also very handsome and kind to us."

Cheng Pingan: "..."

He clearly "heard" this "probing" remark, and his lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

His fingers, slightly clenched within his sleeve, forced himself to immediately grab the few little rascals and bring them over.

The urge to treat each of us to a meal of "bamboo shoots stir-fried with pork" in front of our father.

...(End of this chapter)