Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Chapter 151 Liuli's Background, Xinzhu's Heartache

"For the next three days, feed only liquid foods and use breast milk as much as possible."

Lu Wubing carefully examined the little girl's body and, strangely enough, felt a sense of intimacy, as if they were connected by blood and flesh.

How can this be?

Upon closer inspection, I realized that it wasn't a matter of similar bloodlines, but rather a similarity in their energy flow.

In other words, it means that your genes have become more similar to your own.

After taking the [Glazed Pill], Lu Wubing was amazed that it made his body [clear inside and out] and generated [Glazed Sword Bones].

He vaguely guessed that this lost elixir might have caused the most subtle genetic modifications to his body.

Otherwise, the fundamental change in constitution cannot be explained.

Now, he used the [Form] character seal to absorb infinite vitality and transform the little girl's body in the same way, using himself as a model to copy his own physical characteristics into the little girl's body.

Therefore, this is a genetic affinity.

In addition, the little girl stared at him intently from the first moment they met, and they seemed to hit it off immediately, so he guessed that they were also close in some way in terms of their soul attributes.

That's fate.

As Lu Wubing pondered, his thoughts drifted away once more amidst the melodious, clear laughter of the girl Liuli…

How strange is fate! Why do I feel an instant connection with certain people the moment I see them?

Some people, upon seeing each other, feel an urge to kill the other person immediately.

Past lives and present lives—some things are no longer remembered, but some people are etched in our memories. Legend has it that death is not the end of everything, but rather a chance to start anew in the vast universe.

Buddhism speaks of reincarnation, Taoism speaks of immortality, and the mortal realm speaks of rebirth.

Perhaps, it is merely the reunion of souls exiled through countless worlds...

No matter what the process is like, the ending is always good.

This little girl's future talent for cultivation will likely be astonishing; calling her a peerless genius wouldn't be an exaggeration.

He needs to be nurtured properly in the future; perhaps he will become a world-renowned master.

This is the thought that arises.

Lu Wubing was suddenly shaken to his core.

'With such methods and the support of limitless vitality, I can reshape a child's bones and meridians, forging them into a crystal-clear sword bone at an extremely young age. Is it possible to replicate this?'

Thinking of this, Lu Wubing's heart skipped a beat.

But upon further reflection, he immediately rejected this approach.

That's too cruel.

The little girl's body had been in the jar for who knows how many months. Under the attack of special drugs, her body had almost melted into a jar-shaped mass of flesh.

Muscles, bones, and internal organs are all integrated into one, intertwined and inseparable.

It would be plausible to say that she had become a chaotic mass of nutrients.

If a normal child were to become like this, not to mention the possibility of premature death, the sheer amount of pain would be unbearable.

Back then, when treating the injury on the wrist of my seventh senior sister Lin Wenjing, and the injury on the neck of my junior sister Xiao Su, I was in pain and itching, and my whole body was soaked in sweat. Clearly, the pain was extremely intense.

Even Murong Qin, in order to expel the effects of the Hehexiang medicine from her body, could not control her physical pain and itching under the influence of the golden needles.

Even a master who was only a little short of reaching the Innate Realm couldn't completely control his pain perception and only managed to endure it through sheer willpower.

So how can a two-year-old child endure the pain and discomfort of their body melting?

She can even laugh.

As she used her vitality to reshape her physical body and meridians, she felt no discomfort at all and instead fell asleep.

Doesn't she have pain receptors?

Lu Wubing reached out and flicked Xiao Liuli's lotus-root-like arm.

The little guy thought she was playing with him, so he turned around and reached out to grab Lu Wubing's face with a smile. His sharp little fingernails scratched her face slightly.

'It's not that she doesn't feel anything; she should be able to feel pain as well. It's just that she's gotten used to it.'

Some pains come relentlessly, every moment, perhaps excruciating, perhaps unbearably itchy. Or perhaps they are like phoenixes rising from the ashes, becoming commonplace.

A profound sense of pity welled up in Lu Wubing's heart. He sighed, knowing in his heart that it was practically impossible to recreate such a physique.

Perhaps, the number of people who planted the jars in the Beggars' Sect was not just one or two, and who knows how many died along the way.

To survive, and even grow up, is to be considered a rare genius.

"Come, come, don't disturb your father, come to your grandmother."

Chen Yulian didn't know why, but in an instant, she accepted this adopted granddaughter.

Lu Wubing learned from his memories that his mother, Chen Yulian, actually wanted a daughter, and even wanted to have more children.

But there was nothing she could do. The Lu family had only one son per generation, and they didn't have many children. It had nothing to do with her health; she just couldn't get pregnant. It seemed like fate had decreed that she would only have one son.

Lu Wubing also secretly observed the qi and pulse of his parents to use his vitality to repair their hidden injuries and nourish their bodies.

Then, it was discovered that neither of them was injured and they were perfectly healthy, so there was nothing that could be done.

He could only let it be, secretly hoping that he wouldn't have inherited the curse of being the only son in the Lu family... Perhaps his grandfather's opening of the clinic and his continuous efforts to heal and save lives were ways of making up for something through good deeds.

Nowadays, Lu Wubing has become accustomed to incorporating idealistic elements into his experience when thinking about things.

In fact, he couldn't help but believe certain things. If things like time travel and rebirth had already happened, what else couldn't happen?

Even if you told him that there were once real gods in this world, he would believe it.

Although he knew that Chan Yuk-lin loved children, Lu Wubing was still a little surprised that she had accepted an extra member of the family so seamlessly and treated her like her own granddaughter.

Turning her head, she found that her father, Lu Changfeng, her senior sister Shen Xinzhu, and even her two maids, Emerald and Green Pearl, were all looking at her with slightly strange expressions.

After glancing at her, he looked at the little girl again.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Lu Wubing touched his cheek, somewhat puzzled.

"To be honest, back in Jiangzhou, did you stay overnight at Huifang Pavilion?"

"No, absolutely not. At most, I've only had a few heavy drinking sessions, and those were with the young master of the Wu family and others. After drinking, I would go home."

I can't admit it.

Old man at home, don't you ever consider the occasion?

The two maids are one thing, but Senior Sister Shen is still here. Aren't you ruining your own son's reputation?
Lu Wubing turned his head to steal a glance at Shen Xinzhu, and saw that this senior sister had her head down as if she was thinking about something, as if she hadn't heard anything.

As expected of Senior Sister Xinzhu, who is kind and intelligent, she will never make anyone feel awkward and will make everyone who is with her feel extremely comfortable.

He mentally gave a thumbs up, then heard Lu Changfeng sternly ask Emerald, "Don't try to cover things up for your young master. Look at him, he's become like this. Anyone would be suspicious."

“There’s really nothing to hide, sir,” Emerald said aggrievedly. “Even when the young master goes out, Iron Head is always with him. With Iron Head’s big mouth, if anything happens, wouldn’t he tell the whole mansion?”

She scratched the back of her head, somewhat puzzled: "It does look a bit like... Hey, young master, you once went hunting and encountered a woman, didn't you...?"

"Jade!"

Lu Wubing was both amused and exasperated.

Silently, she took the small bronze mirror handed to her by Green Pearl, approached Xiao Liuli, and lingered on her reflection for three seconds before falling into deep thought.

You know what, it really does look a bit like it, the more you look at it, the more it resembles it.

Those eyebrows, those eyes, that nose—they're not exactly identical, they're practically printed from the same mold.

No wonder the mother accepted her granddaughter's identity so easily.

Who could remember what their son looked like when he was a child better than she did?

"This little girl's face wasn't reshaped with the life force either." Lu Wubing carefully recalled the memories of this body and found that, indeed, some memories were not very clear, like viewing flowers through a fog.

All I can know is that I was indeed acting foolishly for a period of time.

Could it be that this body unintentionally left behind a seed?

She's only sixteen.

Two years ago, I was fourteen years old.

Be born!
Thinking hard.

Could he really be that bad?

However, even if it was a mess, it was something that happened before my soul in my past life had awakened, and it really didn't have much to do with me now.

It's probably just a coincidence.

……

With the help of [Jin Yutang], the process of finding the child went very smoothly.

According to Uncle Gui's report, twenty-one children were taken home by their parents who were extremely grateful. The area in front of the yamen (government office) turned into a family reunion scene, with everyone crying uncontrollably.

But there are still 23 children who have not found their homes.

Perhaps they were abducted from other cities, or perhaps they were tricked from rural villages and among refugees; these children could only be sent to Yanzitang.

As they grow older, as long as their aptitude isn't particularly low, they will be accepted into Tianxing Peak and trained as prospective disciples.

This is how the disciples of the Mirror Heart Hall of the Heavenly Star Sect are recruited.

Therefore, in terms of innate talent and physical attributes, he is actually not very good.

But this was the master and mistress's great love, so it's hard to say what's wrong with it.

Lu Wubing wholeheartedly agreed.

Only by teaching without discrimination and helping those in distress can we live up to the reputation of being "righteous and chivalrous".

However, if I'm not mistaken, the sect leader has also seen our [Yuanling Sword Manual], and there's a big problem with it.

Lu Wubing never expected that this thing would require no practice at all. It was like a meme infection; once you've seen it, you can't escape it.

Either control them or assimilate them.

It is an extremely sinister and terrifying form of mental attack.

I wonder what stage my master has reached in his training, or if he has already begun to mutate.
One day we'll have to be frank with him. What if, by some accident, the sect leader turns into a great demon? Then Xingzong will become a complete joke.

However, rather than worrying about the safety of his sect leader, whose cultivation was profound and had already broken through to the Innate level, it was better to worry more about himself. Lu Wubing handed Xiao Liuli over to his mother and then invited Shen Xinzhu to the back garden.

It wasn't a date.

Instead, I asked for advice...

"Senior Sister Shen, the main reason I came down the mountain to return to the city this time is to seek your guidance on the zither. I wonder if you would be so kind as to offer your instruction?"

"Junior brother, you have the heart of a Bodhisattva but the methods of an Asura to slay demons and eliminate evil. I, your senior sister, am truly impressed."

Shen Xinzhu chuckled and said, "After this, the number of people who dare to commit crimes in Mingyang City will definitely decrease significantly. Junior Brother's actions have benefited countless people and are of great merit. What is there to be reluctant about in mere musical skills? If Junior Brother wants to learn, I will certainly teach you everything I know without reservation."

There was something Shen Xinzhu didn't say aloud, but her expression clearly conveyed it.

You can even teach me the [Flowing Light Sword Style] at the Great Perfection stage; it's not just about giving me an extra life.

It's just learning an instrument, why make such a big deal out of it?

"Senior sister specifically pointed out 'a bodhisattva's heart, but asura's methods,' was there a hidden meaning?"

Lu Wubing ignored Shen Xinzhu's charmingly pretty eye roll and went straight to the point...

"Of course, there was a thief attacking at night that day. I couldn't sleep, so I played the zither under the moon and managed to stop him. That's how you discovered my zither skills, right? I wonder what you think of my zither playing?"

"It can ignite anger and intoxicate joy. If I'm not mistaken, this zither technique uses the seven emotions to create sound, evoking the seven emotions of joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, grief, fear, and shock, causing confusion, loss of mental control, and invisibly harming the soul."

Lu Wubing said after careful consideration.

He was thinking about what had happened that night.

The "Moon-Grabbing and Star-Picking Hand" technique was incredibly powerful back then. By hooking onto treetops with fine threads, the person moved freely as if flying through the air.

However, while still in mid-air, his body stiffened, his internal energy and blood became disordered, and he fell headfirst downwards.

It was during this brief pause that he was struck by his own White Rainbow Piercing the Sun move, which injured his thigh and left him trapped in place.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to catch up at all, let alone kill the thief on the spot.

If the thief had not been killed.

Therefore, he couldn't obtain the [Mysterious Heaven Illusion Finger], couldn't forge the Illusionary Hand, and couldn't perfect the [Form] Seal. Later, he wouldn't have been able to launch a sneak attack and trap to kill Gu Dongting, the leader of the East Sea Sect, in the dense forest.

Not to mention obtaining the [True Intent of Azure Waves].

To be honest, the source of my rapid progress, the cultivation of boundless vitality, and the greatly increased ability to survive all came from that one note of music.

Shen Xinzhu thought it was just playing the piano, but she didn't know how much that sound would help her.

Let alone just teaching her the [Dragon Tendon Tiger Bone Fist] and the mastery of the [Flowing Light Sword Style], Lu Wubing would feel it was only right to pass on any number of martial arts techniques and unique skills to her.

"If this [Seven Emotions Heavenly Sound] zither technique is considered a demonic or evil art, I wonder if the young sect leader would dare to learn it?"

what.

I was just asking for advice on playing the piano.

Senior Sister Xinzhu actually wants to teach her her signature zither playing technique?

Lu Wubing's heart stirred. He was about to decline, but then he thought, "How could I possibly accept this? What kind of person would I be? Someone who covets other people's divine skills and secret techniques?"
Before she could even speak, she saw a hint of sorrow flash deep in Shen Xinzhu's eyes.

A keen will and strong mental fortitude allow one to sense feelings of inferiority and self-pity in others.

Even though they were sitting right across from me, holding a teacup, it felt like they were squatting on the ground, so humble they seemed to be sinking into the earth...

"What righteous martial arts, what demonic and evil techniques, what secret martial arts skills are, are like a cook's knife or a soldier's spear—use them for good, and they are good; use them for evil, and they are evil. As long as one's conscience remains clear and one's will is firm, one can remain unaffected and live authentically..."

These words were not entirely meant to comfort Shen Xinzhu, but rather to reveal Lu Wubing's true feelings; they were spoken from the heart.

Speaking of demonic arts and evil techniques, he currently has a powerful and unorthodox sword technique in his mind that is hard to describe.

How powerful is it?

Other demonic arts can only affect one's state of mind and make one act fiercely. As one progresses, some may lose control and kill indiscriminately.

The [Yuanling Sword Manual] is even more difficult to control. It not only affects one's temperament, but can also distort one's spirit and soul, turning them into bizarre shapes.

Even if someone said that this was a demonic sword technique passed down by a great demon, Lu Wubing would believe it.

Because he now felt that the very fundamental shape of his soul had undergone a very subtle change deep within his mind.

Have you ever seen a soul with horns?
I have seen.

But so what?
As long as my mental strength grows faster than this technique, I can continue to suppress it.

As long as one's willpower remains strong and one finds a way to stabilize one's true nature, it is possible to repair oneself and transform a human soul into a demon soul. Therefore, it is not impossible to reverse the process and transform a demon soul into a human soul.

Therefore, Shen Xinzhu's talk of "demonic and evil arts" was like a breath of fresh air to him, and he didn't take it seriously.

I was rather curious as to why Shen Xinzhu would choose to cultivate this particular technique.

However, this is the deepest secret the other party has kept hidden.

Since it's not something I can easily say, it's best not to pry too much into it.

"Does Junior Brother really think that way?"

Shen Xinzhu was overjoyed upon hearing this, her eyes shining with hope.

That's so well said!

If one's mind remains steadfast, it will be righteous if used for righteous purposes, and wicked if used for wicked purposes.

"Of course, look at this water. Humans cannot live without water. However, in ancient times, there were great floods. People were terrified when they saw them. When the floods came, it was like a demon king descending from the sky, and all living beings perished."

Later, a great sage controlled the waterways and dredged them, resulting in abundant harvests and a thriving population… Today, countless people live near water. Can you say that this water is righteous or evil?

"Water is like this, and so is fire. If you can control it, it will benefit yourself and all things. If you can't control it, it will become a great calamity, and you can forget about good and evil, right and wrong."

Lu Wubing could discuss this issue for three days and three nights.

However, it's just about comforting this senior sister who appears strong on the outside but is actually soft on the inside; there's no need to go into too much detail.

The Way of Heaven and the Human Heart.

In the past life, it was an eternal topic where everyone had their own version of the truth.

Killing one is a crime, slaughtering ten thousand makes one a hero, slaughtering nine million makes one the hero of heroes...

The poems of our predecessors have already explained this principle very well.

Good or bad, kindness or evil, it all depends on which side you're on.

Of course, Lu Wubing's true intention was to stand on the side of order and disliked chaos and destruction. What he said to Shen Xinzhu at this moment was a kind of comfort.

"Junior brother, sob sob..."

Shen Xinzhu didn't know what chord had been touched, but she threw herself into Lu Wubing's arms and cried, her whole body trembling.

His clothes were soaked.

Lu Wubing stood there with his hands outstretched, completely dumbfounded. No matter how much he wanted to say, he couldn't utter a single word.

He opened his lips, then fell silent.

He could feel that the immense pain that Shen Xinzhu had been suppressing in her heart was gradually dissipating with this cry.

This is a sense of relief that comes from gaining the understanding of the world.

Presumably, the matter of practicing demonic techniques had been a source of inner turmoil for her for quite some time.

I kept it a secret all along, afraid to tell anyone.

He felt much better after speaking out now and receiving Lu Wubing's understanding.

Lu Changfeng hurriedly entered the back garden, and heard a "wailing" sound. He stopped in his tracks, quickly stepped back, and peeked out. He saw two figures embracing each other.

He muttered a curse under his breath.

That brat.

I'm starting to believe it now.

That little Liuli must be your offspring.

This womanizing nature of his is exactly the same as mine when I was young.

Why did things turn out this way in the first place?
What went wrong?
"You're envious."

Just as I was pondering this, a gentle voice asked me.

"Yes, how wonderful... oh no!"

Lu Changfeng had just casually answered when he turned around and saw Chen Yulian holding the little girl Liuli, looking at him with frosty eyes. He secretly groaned in his heart.

Why did you blurt out your true feelings?
"Isn't it because my heart was stirred up today, wanting to hold more grandchildren? My Lu family has only one son per generation, I don't know if it's a curse from heaven, sigh..."

"How about I arrange for the master to take another concubine?"

Chen Yulian froze, tears streaming down her face, her expression filled with shame.

"No, absolutely not. Ah Lian and I are a couple for life, and being able to stay together and understand each other is enough for me. Apart from Ah Lian, all other women in the world are like dirt in my eyes."

Lu Changfeng's eyes were full of affection as he spoke slowly.

"As for the issue of offspring, I believe that Wubing will surely have many children and grandchildren, so please do not be sad, Madam."

"master."

"lady……"

Chen Yulian was deeply moved and gently leaned against Lu Changfeng's chest.

Lu Changfeng's vest was soaked with sweat, and only then did he dare to move.

……

Lu Wubing was stiff all over, so embarrassed that his toes seemed to dig out a three-bedroom apartment, and could only pretend he hadn't heard anything.

My dad's sweet talk was quite something.

If he had even a tenth of the talent for sweet talk in his martial arts training, he wouldn't have ended up like this.

Looking down at Shen Xinzhu, she saw that her senior sister's face was flushed red and she quietly stepped back a little.

Clearly, they were also embarrassed by the conversation between the two elderly people.

Only then did he realize that his actions were inappropriate.

……

(End of this chapter)