Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Chapter 171 Talent and Potential, Lotus Picker

It's noon.

Lu Wubing dozed off for a while, and had just practiced his sword for a bit when he heard footsteps outside the door.

"Young Sect Leader."

Cheng Liangyu excitedly brought over a wooden box, "Look what I brought!"

"Senior Sister Cheng, please call me Junior Brother. That's what Senior Sister Xiao Lan and the others call me."

Lu Wubing smiled and replied, glancing at the wooden box, as if he could smell a medicinal fragrance.

A thought struck him, and he tentatively guessed.

"Is it the Purple Heart Pill?"

"How do you know everything? If Father and Mother were as knowledgeable about the situation in Donghai County as you are, they wouldn't be in this predicament..."

Cheng Liangyu was slightly taken aback and looked at Lu Wubing in surprise. For some reason, she thought of the scene from back then and felt a great pang of sorrow in her heart.

He blinked quickly, hiding his complicated emotions, and carefully opened the wooden box. He took out a sealed porcelain bottle, opened one, handed it over, and said with a smile, "Try it. Old Bai made it overnight."

When she gathered her old subordinates, she also invited back the old members of Mingxintang who had been scattered.

Especially Bai Yunsou, a master of classical Chinese medicine, has been making medicines for Mingxintang for many years because of Cheng Lin's kindness.

After Zhu Ling took over, the old man found an opportunity to secretly leave the city and hide with his relatives in the countryside.

I heard that because they were fleeing in such a hurry, they fell off the donkey and injured their leg.

Fearing that the Zhu family would send people to arrest him, he dared not show himself and lived a rather difficult life.

After Lu Wubing stormed into Mingxin Hall, news spread that the scattered members of the old group had been recalled, and the old man returned, leaning on his cane.

Cheng Liangyu hadn't had a chance to tell Lu Wubing about this yet. She just urgently arranged for Bai Yunsou to speed up the process of making the Purple Heart Pill because she had secretly seen that this young sect leader had been using the Purple Flame Shell to cultivate.

"Thirty pills per bottle, and there are thirty bottles here..."

Lu Wubing poured out a Purple Heart Pill and held it under his tongue, feeling its medicinal power. His spirits lifted, and he laughed, "I don't need that many. Let's keep five bottles for now; that's enough for the time being. The rest can be divided among you, Seventh Senior Sister, and the other fellow disciples."

"By the way, we also retrieved all the Blood Jade Coral this time, and Moon Shadow Hall has a large stockpile of goods. If we have enough auxiliary medicines, we should hire two more pharmacists to speed up the refining of the [Golden Jade Pill]."

"Don't be stingy with these two kinds of pills; the cultivation of our fellow disciples is paramount, so distribute them all in full. Also, those promising students in Mingxin Hall who have proven their loyalty this time, give them plenty of medicine as well."

Even with such a large quantity of pills distributed, Lu Wubing roughly calculated that he wouldn't actually need that many.

We've harvested just too many medicines this time.

It has twenty years of accumulated experience from Mingxintang.

There are also some precious medicines stored in Moon Shadow Hall that are about to be transported away. Even if it were enough to support thousands of people to take medicine and cultivate for a year, it would not be used up at all.

This only applies to medicines, not to mention hard currencies like gold and silver.

Lu Wubing couldn't count them all. At that time, the Zhu family dispatched five large ships to transport the treasures at the Qingshui Wharf. One can imagine how much wealth they had.
This also shows that Cheng Lin and Wen Yuan, the two senior uncles, were truly business geniuses who amassed a great fortune.

However, despite its immense wealth, Mingxintang failed to cultivate its younger generation of disciples, which can be attributed to a lack of foresight.

Of course, everyone has their own ideas. Perhaps Uncle Cheng and his group just want to live a comfortable life and don't want to attract the covetous eyes of powerful families.

Even with money, they dared not spend it freely, but instead hid it, trying to show the outside world that their family was not as wealthy as they thought.

Furthermore, they tightened their belts, preferring to sacrifice their own families to spend large sums of money and valuables as tribute, and to bribe officials and military camps in all directions.

He even distributed money and grain widely, befriending heroes from all directions and prominent merchants from the past.

This plan was initially being implemented quite well.

With the backing of the top figures in Donghai County, they present a frugal image to the outside world, but they have a wide circle of friends, so not many people really have designs on them.

But the problem is, even heroes can't resist the charms of a beautiful woman.

Uncle-Master Cheng Lin also made the mistake that most men in the world would make.

He always thought highly of himself. He saved a woman, and when she put on an act, he started to get aroused.

Then, over time, they gradually lowered their guard, revealing their true nature, which led to their demise.

I wonder if Uncle Wen Yuan did his best to stop it here?

Do the two of you often argue?

Lu Wubing was unaware of the specifics.

However, by looking back at the result, he could roughly guess that Uncle Wen Yuan was actually very magnanimous... Even though Uncle Cheng Lin did such a thing, they didn't really fall out.

On the contrary, in front of outsiders, the family appears harmonious.

There was no deliberate targeting of Zhu Ling herself; in fact, she was brought into the mansion.

All I can say is that she did a very good job.

But life is like a game of chess, with each move bringing a new twist; doing well doesn't guarantee a good outcome.

Sometimes, being kind-hearted doesn't necessarily bring good fortune.

The rise and fall of Mingxin Hall... Lu Wubing only thought about it in his heart and did not ask too much, for fear of stirring up some sad memories for his senior sister Cheng Liangyu.

The rights and wrongs are ultimately a mess, and no one can say for sure.

Cheng Liangyu, on the other hand, had long lost the domineering and heroic spirit he had when he first arrived at Tianxing Peak. Instead, his gaze towards me was filled with a deep-seated fear.

Like a kitten afraid of being abandoned, deep down, they are actually very fragile.

"Senior sister, don't be afraid. Once you take back Mingxin Hall, this will still be your home."

Don't worry, no matter what happens in the future, I will never abandon you.

He thought for a moment, then gently raised his hand and stroked Cheng Liangyu's hair.

"Woo..."

Cheng Liangyu burst into tears instantly and threw herself into Lu Wubing's arms.

She grinned and burst into tears.

As she cried, she seemed a little embarrassed and forcibly suppressed her sobs.

Her shoulders were heaving, and she sobbed for a while before stopping.

These days, she feels both sorrow and pain.

She was also worried about the safety of her younger brother... and at the same time, she hated Zhu Ling to the core.

When she fled from Donghai County, she was filled with despair. When she ran to Tianxing Peak, she was determined to take a desperate gamble.

I never expected to get too much...

Deep down, all she wanted was to rescue her younger brother, Cheng Baoyu. Then, if she could avenge him, she would; if not, so be it.

Over time, things can be taken slowly.

As it turned out, things turned out ten times better than she had ever dreamed.

It was all because of this young sect leader.

"Junior brother, I will definitely protect this foundation for you and never let anyone take it away, no matter what enemy we encounter."

"I believe you."

Lu Wubing smiled warmly and waved to the side. A chubby-faced boy of about ten years old walked out timidly.

Clearly, his recent experiences had traumatized him, and he was now too ashamed to face anyone.

Lu Wubing could even imagine how a young master, who was cherished by his family, had been tortured and abused to become so timid.

He had seen this kind of situation many times in his previous life.

Some people, when they are in power, become arrogant and don't even look at others properly.

When Lu Wubing dealt with these kinds of people, what he usually saw was their nostrils.

However, once the incident actually happened, they were arrested, detained for a period of time, and then released...

You will clearly feel that the other person is listless and timid.

Even the slightest loud noise from anywhere will make me tremble with fear.

He was completely different from the person I had seen before.

Lu Wubing actually quite liked seeing this change.

Those who do inhuman things deserve to be punished more.

However, it's heartbreaking to see some children, and some innocent people, being treated like this.

"Brother Lu... Brother Lu." Little Baoyu lowered his head to his chest, not daring to look at anyone.

I was so nervous that I couldn't even speak clearly.

Cheng Liangyu watched from the side, tears welling up in her eyes again. She wiped her eyes with her sleeve and sighed, "It's been like this ever since I was rescued. My injuries have almost healed, but..."

"It's alright, these things are inevitable, time heals all wounds."

Lu Wubing is very experienced.

He took out several silver needles, infused them with life force, and before Cheng Baoyu could react, he stuck them into his head.

"Come, I'll teach you a stance and then a set of boxing techniques. You've learned stance training before, right? Follow me."

He took Cheng Baoyu's hand, regardless of what he was thinking.

As she struck a pose, watching him take on a seemingly impressive stance, she nodded slightly in approval and said, "This time, you were captured for no other reason than because you're too weak. Do you want to learn swordsmanship and boxing from me, hone your skills, and protect your sister in the future?"

"think."

Cheng Baoyu's voice was barely audible, but he still answered very seriously.

"Speak louder! Martial arts training will be tough from now on. Do you really want to become strong and stop being bullied?"

"I am not afraid of hardship."

Cheng Baoyu's face flushed red.

"Alright, you'll stand for half an hour before you finish. I'll practice my internal energy first, and then I'll teach you the fist techniques later."

When blood is strong, spirit is vigorous.

Cheng Baoyu's problem is actually easy to solve. Instill a belief in him to protect others, and then help him improve his strength, especially his physical health and blood circulation.

With the blessing of vitality, he will cultivate very quickly.

Once the body's qi and blood are strong and the Dragon Tendon Tiger Bone Fist reaches a proficient level, increasing strength by several hundred jin, then all thoughts of inner demons and shadows become meaningless.

"Junior brother."

Cheng Liangyu's eyes were filled with emotion.

"Senior sister, these are all minor matters, don't worry about them. For the next period of time, Seventh Senior Sister will stay in Donghai County with the thirty-six senior brothers, and I will leave eighteen people behind. That should be enough to protect ourselves."

However, it's better to be safe than sorry; what if we encounter an exceptionally skilled opponent...?

These next few days, delegate all miscellaneous tasks and focus on practicing swordsmanship with me, striving to advance your swordsmanship to the next level.

Lu Wubing has made up his mind.

Now his sword intent has broken through the [Yang Realm], and the enhancement of his divine intent has increased exponentially.

When facing a master of innate talent, he may not have yet shown much of his extraordinary abilities.

However, for martial artists below the Innate Realm, the sheer force of their divine will to exert its full pressure can compel them to unleash their full physical potential.

According to his observations.

Cheng Liangyu and her seventh senior sister are actually quite good in terms of physical aptitude, talent, and potential.

Leaving aside the level of innate martial intent, let's just talk about the cultivation of spirit and internal energy below the innate level.

Their potential is definitely not limited to the level of ordinary top-tier masters.

As long as their potential is fully unleashed, and with unlimited supply of precious medicines, Lu Wubing is confident that he can raise their swordsmanship and physique to a higher level in a short period of time.

If the two swordsmen could reach the pinnacle of perfection, even if it was just one move of the [Flowing Light Sword Style] reaching perfection, combined with the [Dragon Tendon Tiger Bone Fist] at the Great Completion stage.

Even if their internal strength is slightly weaker, no one below the Innate Realm can do anything to them.

They can truly take unconventional approaches and perfect a single killing move to its fullest potential.

In some ways, it's roughly equivalent to the sect leader he had just met.

To be able to fight against a martial artist at the initial stage of the Innate Realm...

Although we can't compete with them in terms of overall strength and endurance, it's enough to hold out for a short period of time.

They won't be killed by human hands.

If you really encounter such a master, even if you can't beat them, you can still escape.

But the words came back again.

Where do so many innate masters come from?
It's not like a cabbage.

Lu Wubing was simply being habitually prepared; it's better to be prepared than not to be prepared at all.

"I'll listen to you."

Cheng Liangyu said softly.

"Also, have my fellow disciples set aside an hour each evening to practice swordsmanship with me, and then we'll have a dinner together."

Lu Wubing thought about it and felt that it was not right to show favoritism.

Regardless of how talented or potential those fellow disciples are, we should always push them a little; maybe a miracle will happen.

……

After arranging everything.

After practicing swordsmanship with his senior brothers and sisters for a while, Lu Wubing noticed that the sky was getting dark and the moon was rising.

He swayed and left Mingxin Hall. Turning left and right, he saw a misty expanse of water with painted boats gently rocking on the lake.

Women walked slowly along the shore, carrying colorful lanterns, and the sounds of laughter and joy could be faintly heard in the distance.

A young nobleman was reciting poetry in a long, drawn-out voice.

Lu Wubing walked to a willow tree, reached out and wiped away the triangular mark on it, then waited by the lake with his hands behind his back for a while. Soon...

A small painted boat slowly approached.

I heard a clear, melodious singing voice.

Whose young man is this, his jade-like face reflected in the willow branches; his new makeup accompanies the blooming lotus, even the falling petals could break one's heart...

The song was melancholic and plaintive, conveying endless sorrow and deep longing, leaving listeners feeling dejected.

Lu Wubing looked up and thought to himself that his manhood had arrived.

Not long after entering the city that day, he passed by this place and casually placed a chess piece, preparing to deal with the complex situation in Dongjun.

Unexpectedly, before this pawn was even activated, he had already swept away all the forces, large and small, in Dongjun.

Therefore, this seemingly insignificant move appears slightly superfluous.

However, Lu Wubing was a man of his word, and although the urgency for intelligence had greatly decreased, he still did not want to break his promise.

Let's come here and see just how strong the intelligence network of the Murong family's Blood Swallow Hall really is.
"Young master, please board the ship."

The painted boat stopped, the singing abruptly ceased, and a curious little head peeked out. It was a girl of about fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in a moon-white silk robe, with delicate eyebrows, large eyes, a pretty nose, and a small mouth like vermilion.

The little girl carefully examined Lu Wubing, a slight look of confusion in her eyes.

They seemed completely unprepared for the arrival of such a handsome and intelligent young man.

So much so that once you see it, you want to look again, and once you look away, you can't take your eyes off it, and your gaze becomes fixed.

"Cloud, what are you swooning over? Why aren't you bringing the guests onto the boat?"

A clear and melodious laugh rang out from inside the boat.

"Rain, are you trying to die? Who's being infatuated? Who's being infatuated? If you don't believe me, go and see for yourself. Once you see it, you'll be even more unable to move."

The little girl who had poked her head out jumped three feet high, turned back, and reached out to tickle the armpit of a little girl in a pale yellow dress.

The two fought with their hands, one blocking and the other parrying. They looked delicate and weak, but their movements were actually quite elusive, leaving afterimages as their hands danced.

Goodness, these two girls are quite skilled.

"Stop fooling around, the guests haven't boarded the ship yet."

After a short while, the girl in the pale yellow dress, with a full moon-shaped face and clear features, was more composed and smiled as she called for them to stop.

Two faces, one joyful and the other angry, peeked out of the cabin at the same time.

"Oh no, we picked up the wrong person."

When her gaze met Lu Wubing's bright, star-like eyes, the girl in the pale yellow dress was slightly taken aback. She slapped her forehead, annoyed.

……

(End of this chapter)