Chapter 52 - 52 52 Sewing Closely Together

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Chapter 52: Chapter 52: Sewing Closely Together Chapter 52: Chapter 52: Sewing Closely Together Some words may sound like a rejection, but they are actually an acceptance. Watching Zheng Fa smile, the Madam shook her head and said, “Don’t rush to smile, although I don’t know why that Nascent Soul expert did not accept you directly, these significant figures’ actions are beyond my comprehension, but even if you truly summon him, this slot could not possibly be given to you.” “Ten years ago, I gave one slot to my maternal family, another to my daughter, and the people from the Zhao Family were already close to revolting.” The Madam’s face inexplicably showed deep sarcasm: “This time, with the two slots, one is for my foolish son, and the other can only be used to placate them, definitely not for a mere Attendant Student like you.” Zheng Fa nodded, his heart devoid of disappointment. His request was merely to dispel the Madam’s doubts. Seeing his calm expression, the Madam suddenly said: “That foolish boy’s sister has returned as an Inner Sect Disciple this time.” “The eldest young lady?” “According to the rules of Qingmu Sect, an Inner Sect Disciple can choose two personal attendants from the common world.” Zheng Fa began to understand the Madam’s implication. “But this isn’t just given to you for free,” the Madam pointed at the two books on the table. “I don’t care what method you use, and I don’t care if you have a method; that foolish boy must enter the Ascension Gate.” “If he gets in, even if you did nothing, I will grant you a position as a personal attendant.” “If he doesn’t, either plead with that Nascent Soul behind you to take you away or serve the Zhao Family well.” “I only care about my own son, do you understand?” “I understand.” According to the Seventh Young Master, he was very confident about entering the Ascension Gate; the Madam was offering him a slot for a personal attendant. Suddenly, the Madam spoke, “I have actually thought about killing you.” “I know.” The Madam laughed, “You don’t believe it? Do you know the cultivation of the Zhao Family’s ancestors?” “I don’t.” “Nascent Soul.” The Madam lifted her tea cup and took a gentle sip: “Don’t be afraid, he became mummified.” “What does the Madam mean?” “Although the ancestor is gone, he left the Zhao Family an Array and a Magical Treasure; guess where that Magical Treasure is?” Zheng Fa looked up, his gaze sweeping the seemingly ordinary small building. “You are really clever.” The hint of praise in the Madam’s tone became more evident, as her hand gradually tilted the teacup, the tea slowly spilled over the rim. In a moment, the room before Zheng Fa transformed miraculously. Above him, the carvings turned into a swirling galaxy, and the cushion under him became cold, damp rock, making his kneeling calves feel bouts of chilliness. The low table in front of him disappeared, replaced by a seemingly bottomless cliff, and Zheng Fa sat at its edge, the cold wind blowing his clothes, nearly blinding him. The Madam’s figure was gone, only the tea from the tilted cup remained, falling like a celestial river into a gorge, turning into a raging, roaring waterfall, its mist and booming noise hitting him face-on. Amidst the harsh wind, the Madam’s voice carried a chill: “The ancestor left this Magical Treasure to protect the family members, although my cultivation is weak, defending against a Nascent Soul and waiting for the Array to activate, attracting Qingmu Sect’s reinforcements is not impossible.” “I am quite curious, whether that Nascent Soul expert would really fight to the death with Qingmu Sect for a mere mortal who hasn’t even started Qi Cultivation.” Zheng Fa then realized why the Madam had been able to control the Zhao Family for twenty years without resistance—she was a Cultivator! Zhao Mansion claimed to have the Immortal Seed generation after generation, but Zheng Fa had not seen any real Cultivators; unexpectedly, the Madam was one. In the blink of an eye, the scene before him returned to what it was originally. The warm dry cushion, steaming tea, and the Madam who lazily smiled at him, as if everything that just happened was a mere illusion. “Do you know when I stopped wanting to kill you?” “When?” “The sentence I trusted the least.” Zheng Fa immediately understood which sentence the Madam was referring to—’I regard the young master as a friend.’ Disdain flashed across the Madam’s face, as if hard to say: “Early this morning, some idiot came running, crying his eyes out, telling me the same thing.” The curtain in the corner moved slightly. Both Zheng Fa and her behaved as if they saw nothing. “This idiot, clever when he shouldn’t be, and when he shouldn’t be clever, he sees clearly...” Zheng Fa silently gazed at the tea before him, its steam appearing to surge from his eyes into his heart. “Last time, I let his sister leave his side, and that stubborn child ignored me for ten years,” the Madam shook her head, appearing helpless: “As a mother, I don’t want my son to hate and avoid me for a lifetime, do you understand?” Zheng Fa nodded and said, “Parents always can’t resist their children.” “I, for one, don’t believe what others say in my life, I only watch what they do,” the lady stared at Zheng Fa’s face and said, “especially not believing in men.” “But for this fool, I’m willing to trust you this once, don’t disappoint me.” Zheng Fa stood up, bowed deeply, and repeated, “I regard the young master as a friend.” “May your words match your actions, you may leave now.” Watching Zheng Fa slowly descend the stairs, from the corner curtain, Seventh Young Master came out puzzled, “Mother, were you really planning to kill him with our family’s magical treasure?” The lady rolled her eyes, “Just to scare him.” “Scare?” “Help me up.” “Mother?” “With my little cultivation, just moving this magical treasure a bit takes half my life, do you really think I can confront a Nascent Soul? Do you believe that I could die just from not striking?” The lady leaned on the bed, her face pale, suddenly speaking, “Fan’er?” “Hm?” Seventh Young Master looked bewilderedly at his mother, seeing the lady seriously looking back at him. “Do you know why I wanted to meet him, to give him this position by your side?” “Those two books?” “Yes and no, you’re about to ascend to the Immortal Sect in two months.” The lady stroked her child’s head, rarely showing a hint of weakness and reluctance in front of her son, revealing a bit of her own feelings, “The Immortal Sect is no paradise either, he is talented, and I hope you will have a strong aide one day. If he can help you even once, I will accept him.” “Mother.” “I really didn’t want to send you to the Immortal Sect, given your temperament.” Seventh Young Master looked down and did not speak. “Zheng Fa is right, parents always can’t resist their children.” The lady wasn’t angry, just looking at her son tenderly and greedily, “The Immortal Sect is far away, mother can’t protect you in the future, this is all I can do.” ... Outside the small building, Housekeeper Wu was still waiting for him, and the two walked side by side. Did the lady really want to kill him? Zheng Fa was unsure. The lady had brought Seventh Young Master to the small building, indeed preparing for the worst. But... As the lady said, a mere Attendant Student, not even in Qi Refinement Realm, was it worth the Zhao Mansion offending a Nascent Soul for him? This threat was probably just meant to show her appreciation on behalf of the young master. Thinking this, Zheng Fa couldn’t help but smile wryly at himself. Who would have thought, life being cheap could be an advantage. “Zheng Fa, the first time I saw you, I never thought you would come this far.” Seeing him smile, Housekeeper Wu spoke enviously, “The young master values you, and the lady treats you differently. In these twenty years, I have not seen any man who entered behind the curtain.” “The young master is very kind to me, the lady is also good.” Zheng Fa nodded slowly. I don’t blame the lady for being high and mighty and suspicious. It’s just that I don’t like this world where I have to rack my brains to survive. He looked at Housekeeper Wu’s face, which carried a hint of affection — from the reminder during their incoming, this man seemed to want to get along with him, and now his face had more eagerness. He pointed to the distant courtyard wall and asked Housekeeper Wu, “Housekeeper Wu, do you think after ascending to the Immortal Sect, can one leap over this Zhao Family’s courtyard wall?” “Ascend to the Immortal Sect? The courtyard wall?” Housekeeper Wu was stunned, looking at Zheng Fa with a strange expression as if he thought he was a bit foolish, “Once you ascend to the Immortal Sect, you’re among the immortals. Not to mention courtyard walls, even the steep mountains would seem like flat ground, go wherever you wish without fear or dread, experiencing great freedom.” “Yes, ascend to the Immortal Sect, without fear or dread, experiencing great freedom.” ... Modern era, inside a classroom. Wang Chen stared at Zheng Fa’s face, “Zheng Fa, did you not sleep well again? Were you watching videos?” Zheng Fa shook his head with a smile, “No, just had a nightmare.” “A nightmare? Dreamt about what?” “About a world that was not so pleasant.” Wang Chen tilted his head and frowned in thought, “I think, there’s no world more unpleasant than this world with a monthly exam tomorrow.”

Chapter 52 - 52 52 Sewing Closely Together

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