Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 232 Zhuang likes a challenge, let's see who among us is more cunning.
In a bedroom.

While the young man in the white Taoist robe was performing a spell on an old man sitting cross-legged, in addition to Elder He Yang standing to the side, there was also a pretty young girl with fair skin dressed in a red and white dress.

After Zhuang Buran finished his practice, the old man slowly opened his eyes, stood up, and bowed deeply in gratitude:

"I am deeply grateful to Elder Heyang and his disciples for coming all the way from Mount Shu, which allowed my crippled body to survive."

Elder He Yang quickly returned the greeting, and the young man in the white Taoist robe naturally followed suit.

At that moment, Tang Xuejian knelt down without saying a word:
"My grandfather told me since I was a child that the disciples of Shushan cultivate not to become immortals, but to help the world and save people. I beg Elder Heyang and Hero Changqing to heal my grandfather and hopefully let him live to be two or three hundred years old."

"Even if I have to go through fire and water, I, Tang Xuejian, would still like to thank you for your great kindness."

After saying that, he began to kowtow.

“Miss Tang, there’s no need for such formalities. It is the mission of us Shushan disciples to do good deeds and accumulate merit in the world.”

Zhuang Buran raised his hand in a gesture of respect:
"Senior Tang suffers from diabetes. The treatment I just performed can only improve the flow of his qi and blood. Even if Master Heyang were to help regulate his breathing and qi, it would only be a temporary fix."

Upon hearing this, Tang Kun showed no change in expression, clearly aware of his situation, while Tang Xuejian, who had already stood up, looked dejected.

"I do have a solution, though it's not a perfect one. It won't make Elder Tang live to be two or three hundred years old, but it can extend his life by twenty or thirty years."

When Zhuang Buran said this, the three of them looked at each other, and even Elder He Yang's eyes showed a hint of surprise.

"The root of Elder Tang's illness lies in his profound mastery of poisons. It was because of his years of practicing poison techniques that he gradually and imperceptibly reaped the consequences he has today."

"I understand, no need to say more," Tang Kun said with a wry smile.

"Grandpa, why don't you let Master Changqing speak?" Tang Xuejian asked anxiously.

Tang Kun sighed deeply:
"Xuejian, for a disciple of the Tang Clan, the punishment of having one's poison skills, cultivated for many years, neutralized is worse than death."

"I see. No wonder Master Changqing said this was a bad solution." Tang Xuejian looked surprised, but couldn't help but advise:
"Grandpa, the purpose of neutralizing your poisonous powers is to save your life and allow you to live to a ripe old age. How can this be considered a punishment!"

Elder Heyang, knowing the method of treatment the white-robed Taoist youth wanted to discuss, said:

"You have to give up something to gain something. If Master Tang is willing to give up his poison skills, our sect has some health preservation methods that can preserve a person's essence, qi, and spirit, so that they are not consumed internally or lost externally, and can fill the body for a long time, embracing the body as one, so that one can prolong life."

Tang Kun looked at his granddaughter, whose eyes were filled with tears and who was pleading desperately. His heart softened, and he could only say:
"Xuejian, this matter is not urgent. Elder Heyang still needs to help Grandpa regulate his breathing. You should take Changqing to visit our Tang Family Fort first."

"Alright." Tang Xuejian raised her hand: "Great Hero Changqing, please!"

After bowing respectfully with his hands clasped, the young man in the white Taoist robe stepped out of his bedroom.

In a courtyard.

Zhuang Buran leisurely admired the surrounding artificial hills and flowers, while Tang Xuejian, looking dejected, asked:

"Master Changqing, do you think my grandfather would sacrifice his skills to save himself?"

"As long as a person still has something they care about in this world, they won't easily think about dying."

"My grandfather's biggest worry is me, and he also cares deeply about the Tang Family Fortress's legacy," Tang Xuejian said excitedly.
"If I try to persuade my grandfather from these two perspectives, will I be able to do so more quickly?"

Zhuang Buyan smiled and said:
"Miss Tang is indeed exceptionally intelligent."

Facing such a tall, handsome, and pleasant-speaking man, Tang Xuejian blushed slightly and waved her hand, saying:

"Oh dear, it's all thanks to Master Changqing's reminder." She suddenly asked curiously:
"My grandfather said you are the eldest disciple of Qingwei, the head of the Shushan Sect. How come you still call Elder Heyang 'Master'?"

Zhuang Buran began to explain:
"Although I only studied under the Qingwei Sect Leader, the other four elders of our sect also imparted all their knowledge to me. So, I can say that I have five masters."

"So, you and Elder Heyang came to my Tang Family Fortress to investigate the poisonous people who suddenly appeared in Yuzhou City?"

“Miss Tang is exceptionally intelligent. After my master finishes regulating Senior Tang’s breathing, he will inquire about the poisonous person.”

Seeing Tang Xue beaming with joy at being praised, she volunteered:

"Then I'll go and see if Elder Heyang has finished helping my grandfather regulate his breathing. If he has, I'll go and call my second uncle and third uncle to the main hall right away."

"Then I'll trouble you, Miss Tang."

"Of course, I should thank Hero Changqing for coming up with a way to cure my grandfather," Tang Xuejian said with a smile.
"Besides, if we investigate the matter of the poisoned people as soon as possible, there will be no more missing people in Yuzhou City who have inexplicably turned into poisoned people."

After saying that, she ran out of the courtyard, leaving the young man in the white Taoist robe standing there.

Zhuang Buran's eyes darkened slightly as he looked up at the white clouds and murmured softly:
"It's another lifetime entangled in karma, not to mention there are many powerful beings in this world who seem unable to sweep across the land."

A slight smile played at the corners of his lips, and a strange glint appeared in his eyes:
"Zhuang likes to take on challenges, so let's see who among us is the most cunning."

After tea time.

Inside the main hall of Tangjiabao, Tang Kun, the lord of Tangjiabao, sat in the main seat, with Tang Xuejian standing prettily beside him.

Tang Tai, the chief steward of the Tang family, was seated to the right, with a one-eyed middle-aged man and a slightly mean-looking young girl beside him.

That was Tang Kun's illegitimate son, Tang Yi, and his other granddaughter, Tang Zhiyun.

To Tang Kun's left sat Elder He Yang, while Zhuang Buran placed a cloth bag on the table beside him and said calmly:

"Changqing specially collected some blood from the poisonous man and requests Chief Steward Tang's guidance."

As he opened the cloth bag, Tang Yi, who had only one eye, seemed quite frightened and couldn't help but remind him:

"Be careful, it might be poisoned!"

Immediately, everyone's eyes turned to that direction.

"Senior Tang Yi comes from a family with a long history of scholarship. Changqing didn't even open the cloth bag or uncork the bottle, yet he discovered the poison in the blood of the poisoned person, which would be contagious if someone touched it."

As Zhuang Buran opened the cloth bag and took out the jade bottle inside, he casually asked:
"Could it be that Senior Tang Yi had already encountered the poisoner?"

Facing the gazes of the crowd, Tang Yi immediately adopted an indignant posture:
"As a member of the Tang Clan, I know that if someone is scratched by a poisonous person, they will also become a poisonous person. How could I not deduce that their blood is also poisonous?"

Zhuang Buyan said calmly:
"Therefore, Changqing, there is no need to be so indignant about Tang Yi's family's profound learning. I have no intention of falsely accusing you of being the mastermind behind the creation of deadly poisons and the emergence of poisonous people."

"I was never that in the first place," Tang Yi shouted angrily.

“Changqing can see that you are not,” the young man in white Taoist robes said with a warm smile.

Upon hearing this, Tang Yi felt insulted. Before he could say anything, bursts of suppressed laughter rang out in the hall. It was Tang Xuejian and Tang Zhiyun who were chuckling quietly.

(End of this chapter)