Zhu Tian: Starting from the Laughing Proud Yue Buqun

Hong Yi followed the old steward, passing through several long corridors and steps, more than ten gardens and more than ten gates and walls, before finally arriving at the main hall in the center of the Marquis's mansion.

The Marquis's mansion was so large that even Hong Yi was unaware of its size; without a guide, he would have gotten lost.

Because he had always lived in the most remote corner, he did not have the authority to move around the entire mansion.

Therefore, Hong Yi was actually quite unfamiliar with the Marquis's residence.

The main hall of the Marquis's mansion was built in a magnificent and imposing manner, with a floor paved entirely with large, smooth, mirror-like, and iron-hard bluestone.

In the main hall of the government office, there was a row of antique mahogany chairs, and in the very center was a huge piece of calligraphy. The characters were neat and upright, giving people a sense of oppressive order.

That was the character "礼" (li, meaning propriety/etiquette). Hong Xuanji was a master of Neo-Confucianism in his time, and he valued propriety and etiquette the most.

Below the character "礼" (li, meaning ritual/propriety) is a large offering table, upon which are all precious items bestowed by Emperor Qianlong.

Hong Xuanji was sitting on a large chair to the left of the offering table, dressed in a brocade robe, his sharp eyes fixed on Hong Yi as he gradually entered the main hall.

The head steward led Hong Yi to the front of the main hall and then automatically retreated to a corner outside the door.

Hong Yi bowed slightly and said, "Hong Yi greets Father."

He could only see Hong Xuanji a few times a year, but every time they met, he could feel the weight of the other man's authority.

Hong Xuanji pointed to the chair next to him and said, "Sit down."

Hong Yi was surprised; this was the first time in all these years that his father had asked him to sit down.

It should be noted that the father had many sons, but none of them had ever been granted a seat.

The old steward in the corner outside the door was also greatly shocked. Hong Yi had actually been given a seat by the master!
This is truly an unprecedented scene.

"Father, I can stand up." Hong Yi felt a little apprehensive, as he held his father in great awe.

Hong Xuanji nodded slightly upon seeing this. It seemed that the boy had not become arrogant just because His Majesty had taken him as a disciple.

"I have something to ask you, and you must answer truthfully!" Hong Xuanji's voice was deep and filled with an undeniable power.

Hong Yi nodded obediently and said loudly, "What does Father want to ask? Hong Yi will answer to the best of his ability."

"When did you come into contact with His Majesty?" Hong Xuanji was very curious about how his son had come into contact with His Majesty.

More importantly, how to gain His Majesty's favor.

Hong Yi's eyes flickered, and a thought struck him. It seemed that his master had said something to his father.

No wonder my father's attitude is different today than before.

His doubts dissipated somewhat, and he honestly replied, "Father, last month when I went to Xishan to pay respects to my mother, I happened to encounter a group of pure foxes."

At that time, His Majesty was cultivating at the Pure Fox Clan's training grounds.

A memorial service for Meng Bingyun at Xishan?
Hong Xuanji's mind conjured up the image of Meng Bingyun. That woman was indeed very beautiful, but also very foolish.

But why would His Majesty go to Xishan?

Why then would you cultivate in a place inhabited by pure foxes?
"Do you know why His Majesty appeared there?" Hong Xuanji asked.

"His Majesty went there for the immortal scriptures of the Great Zen Temple." Hong Yi thought for a moment, then told the truth.

Since Hong Xuanji asked him about these things, it means that his master had told him about them.

Therefore, there should be no need to hide it.

"The immortal scriptures of the Great Zen Temple?! You mean the Pure Fox Clan's residence actually possesses the three great immortal scriptures of the Great Zen Temple that have been lost for a long time?!"

Hong Xuanji was surprised; the immortal scriptures of the Great Zen Temple must undoubtedly be those three top-level cultivation techniques.

Unexpectedly, the immortal scripture that everyone was searching for was actually in the residence of the Pure Fox of Xishan.

"Which immortal scripture is it?" Hong Xuanji asked.

“The Amitabha Sutra of the Past.” Hong Yi didn’t hide anything and said it directly.

"The supreme secret method for cultivating the soul, the 'Past Amitabha Sutra,' is actually in such a place..." Hong Xuanji's eyes flickered with surprise.

He and His Majesty searched for a long time but could not find it. They never expected that it would be obtained by a group of low-intelligence pure foxes.

"Hong Yi, you are very good. To be valued by His Majesty and taken as a disciple, you must not disappoint His Majesty in the future!"

Hong Xuanji looked at his son, who was only fifteen years old. Although this matter was full of strange occurrences, Hong Yi had indeed become the Emperor's disciple.

He can no longer treat it with the same attitude as before; he must take it seriously.

"Yes, Father, Hong Yi understands." Hong Yi thought to himself, "As expected, my father knows about this."

“From now on, you will move out of that small courtyard and live here. Your father will personally guide your martial arts training.”

Hong Xuanji gently tapped the offering table, making a decision.

Upon hearing this, Hong Yi almost thought he had misheard.

His father actually wants to personally guide his martial arts training!?

Back then, when he wanted to learn martial arts, the other party completely disagreed.

And now, he actually has to personally provide guidance.

He quickly realized that this must have been arranged by Emperor Qian's master.

Otherwise, his father would never have gone to such lengths.

"Yes, Hong Yi thanks Father!" But he still had to put on a grateful expression.

"No need to thank me, all of this is His Majesty's instruction." Hong Xuanji waved his hand slightly, knowing that this could not repair the relationship between the two parties.

He believed that his son would understand that all these changes were due to His Majesty.

Hong Yi was not surprised to hear this; he had already thought of it.

Although Emperor Qian accepted him as a disciple, he did not take him by his side, but he did bestow upon him the supreme method of cultivating the divine soul.

Now, his father is personally guiding his martial arts training, a level of attention that deeply moves Hong Yi.

Having endured years of hardship, he deeply appreciated the kindness his master, Emperor Qian, had shown him.

Therefore, Hong Yi secretly vowed that he would repay his master a thousandfold or ten thousandfold in the future.

Hong Xuanji let the old steward in and instructed him, "Go and clean up the small courtyard next to mine. Hong Yi will live next to me from now on."

The old butler felt his mind buzzing; all these changes were too drastic.

This young master Yi's status has suddenly risen to the top!
"Yes, Lord Marquis!"

He suppressed the shock in his heart, then left and personally tidied up the courtyard.

Then, he ordered his men to move all of Hong Yi's belongings from his original courtyard over, so that Hong Yi wouldn't have to go through the trouble.

Then, Hong Xuanji got up and touched Hong Yi's bones, skin, and so on, showing slight surprise:

"You've already built up muscle in just one month!?"

That's progressing rather quickly!

"Huh, you're practicing the lost Bull Demon Mighty Technique of the Great Zen Temple??"

"Yes, Father." Hong Yi didn't hide anything. With Emperor Qian as his backer, he didn't need to worry about so much anymore.

Hong Xuanji was even more surprised by this son.

The Bull Demon's Mighty Strength Technique is the best method in the world for building a solid foundation.

When the Great Zen Temple was destroyed, the Great Qian Dynasty failed to obtain this martial art.

Unexpectedly, his son was able to obtain this foundational method.

It seems this kid has another opportunity.

Hong Xuanji didn't ask too many questions. What followed was guiding Hong Yi on the many details and experiences involved in training his muscles, tendons, and skin.

Hong Yi absorbed the knowledge as much as possible. Although he had the cultivation insights imparted by his master, Emperor Qian, in his mind, his father was a martial arts saint, and his cultivation insights were also very beneficial.

When Hong Yi was being guided in cultivation by Hong Xuanji, everyone in the Marquis of Wuwen's mansion was alarmed.

Everyone received the news that Hong Yi's status had risen to the top!

From this day forward, no one shall dare to bully or humiliate you!
………………(End of this chapter)