Chapter 18: Senior Brother, His Yang Qi is Excessive
At noon the following day, Ye Anping, who was still lazily sleeping, was quickly pulled out of bed by Xiaodie. Powdered and dressed in new clothes, he soon transformed into the image of a wealthy young man.
“A man is judged by his clothes,” They said.
On regular days at Hundred Lotus Sect, he typically wore a simple linen sweatshirt with his hair tied into a ponytail. He did not incline accessories. If the disciples didn’t recognize his face, they would likely mistake him for a junior fellow with modest means.
Now, under Xiaodie’s styling, he finally appeared like the young master of a prestigious sect – adorned with black-patterned cloud sleeves, exuding an air of immortality, and his movements were lively and clear. Walking outside, he was undoubtedly a tempting target for those in the human trafficking business.
Xiaodie couldn’t help but laugh lightly on the side and complimented, “Young Master, you look splendid now. The slaves can’t resist wanting to pounce on you.”
Looking at himself in the full-length mirror, Ye Anping couldn’t help but sigh faintly and asked, “Has the Xuanxing Sect elder arrived?”
“Yes, Elder Wang is currently playing chess with the Sect Master. The Sect Master specially asked me to remind Young Master to dress a bit more formally and attend the noon ceremony later.”
“Alright, I understand.”
Listening to Xiaodie’s words, Ye Anping also grasped his father’s intention – most likely, he wanted him to make a good impression in front of the Xuanxing Sect elder, hoping for an opportunity to visit the Xuanxing Sect.
He had to admit that his father had good intentions, but unfortunately, the Hundred Lotus Sect lacked formidable techniques and hadn’t produced any renowned cultivators.
His title as the young master of Hundred Lotus Sect was comparable to the “Kindergarten Class Certificate” on a resume – not very significant.
After dressing up, Xiaodie added some gold and jade tassels to his attire. Then, she led him to Hundred Lotus Sect’s Heavenly Pavilion.
Ye Anping wouldn’t let his father lose face. Upon entering the pavilion, he followed Xiaodie’s instructions, offering formal greetings to Ye Ao and the white-haired old man. He then took the initiative to serve tea for his father and the old man.
After pouring tea and arranging things for an hour, he yawned more than ten times before the two finally completed their chess game.
“Senior’s chess skills are truly exceptional. I am humbled,” Ye Anping complimented.
“Hehe…” Elder Wang chuckled, stroking his beard, “Our Sect Master often calls me to play chess, and I’ve even defeated him several times. If I were to lose to Master Ye, it wouldn’t look good for our Sect Master.”
“Haha, of course, of course,” Ye Anping replied.
Listening to the exchange of compliments between the two, Ye Anping glanced at the chessboard and felt a bit exhausted by the awkward flattery.
In his previous life, he had participated in a youth Go competition during high school and had even secured the first position. The game between these two seemed equivalent to a brawl between kindergarten kids.
Ye Anping even suspected that these two elders, who had lived for centuries, might be unable to beat his high school classmates from his previous life. However, did this old man really defeat the Sect Master of Xuanxing Sect? Could it be that the old lady who had lived for thousands of years played chess just as poorly? It seemed unlikely.
After some mutual flattery, Elder Wang turned to Ye Anping and asked, “Master Ye, did you send a 500-year-old spiritual herb just to invite me for a game of chess?”
“Haha…” Ye Ao laughed apologetically, then pulled Ye Anping’s shoulder and said, “Elder Wang, this is my son. He has come of age at fifteen, and I wish for Elder Wang to offer him guidance.”
“Offering guidance is easy, but…” Elder Wang stroked his beard and continued, “If Master Ye is thinking of having Mr. Ye enter the inner sect of Xuanxing Sect, then forgive me for being unable to help. Master Ye should know that the strict qualifications for inner disciples are beyond my influence as a mere deputy elder.”
“Yes, this junior should understand.” Ye Ao bowed, inquiring, “Can I join the outer sect?”
“Entering the outer sect is not a problem, but there’s a saying that it’s better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix, which Master Ye should be familiar with.” Elder Wang glanced at Ye Anping and continued, “Instead of having Young Master Ye become an outer sect disciple at the Xuanxing Sect, it might be better for him to stay in the Hundred Lotus Sect as a young master.”
“In that case, let’s ask Elder Wang for guidance,” Ye Ao said.
“Sure.”
Elder Wang shook his sleeves and gestured for Ye Anping to come forward. He then lightly touched the pulses of his left and right hands with his sword fingers and scanned his body with spiritual consciousness.
“Hmm—”
“How is the child?”
“Dual spiritual roots of water and wood reached the third level of Qi Refining at the age of fifteen, which is indeed outstanding. However…”
Elder Wang furrowed his brows and examined Ye Anping’s shoulders and thighs, using his spiritual consciousness to inspect his body carefully. He couldn’t help but glance at Ye Ao, feeling impressed by his tough approach to his son.
He noticed that Ye Anping’s bones had been broken once, and his organs carried a cold and poisonous aura. No wonder he reached the third level of Qi Refining at fifteen.
This kid’s cultivation method was austere, and he had ingested numerous poisonous insects. Now, he was immune to all poisons, and his body had become exceptionally robust through constant tempering.
Elder Wang estimated that if someone shattered Ye Anping’s meridians and organs, he could still survive for three or four days without medical treatment.
Ascetic cultivation was indeed the best for cultivators, but not many could endure it. Most cultivators attempting ascetic cultivation either went mad midway or died directly.
Of course, Ye Ao was unaware of Ye Anping’s dedication to ascetic cultivation. He had raised his son with a lenient education style, providing him with whatever he wanted within reasonable limits.
Ye Ao asked, “Elder Wang, how is he?”
“Very good, probably unparalleled among dual-spiritual cultivators I’ve encountered,” Elder Wang replied.
“Ahaha… that’s great.”
Elder Wang paused and inquired, “What technique did Master Ye teach him?”
“Uh…,” Ye Ao hesitated and gestured for Ye Anping to speak.
Ye Anping sighed and said, “My father had me learn the Siyang Sect’s introductory mind technique, paired with the Nine Yuan Heart Art. For The sword technique, it’s the Shadow Moon Sword Sect’s Questioning Sword Art.”
“Ha? This combination of techniques must have cost Master Ye a lot. The Shadow Moon Sword Sect’s techniques are not cheap,” Elder Wang remarked with surprise.
“Ah… haha…” Ye Ao raised an eyebrow, silently asking Ye Anping, Siyang Sect? Nine-Yuan Heart Art? Questioning Sword Art? Where did you get these techniques?
Ye Anping rolled his eyes at him. I found them on my own.
After Elder Wang carefully checked the mentioned techniques, he sighed and asked, “Master Ye, you must be aware of the drawbacks of practicing these techniques together, right?”
“Ah…” Ye Ao hesitated for a moment and inquired, “Senior, could you please explain further?”
“Let’s set aside the Questioning Sword Art for now. I want to focus on the Siyang Sect and the Nine Yuan Heart Art. Both are Yang-oriented techniques,” Elder Wang explained with seriousness. “Practicing these two techniques simultaneously will lead to excess Yang energy. Without proper regulation, the accumulated Yang energy can cause issues in the future.”
Ye Ao wasn’t entirely clear and asked, “Could you please clarify?”
“At the age of fifteen, it’s also the time to seek a Daoist partner,” Elder Wang patted Ye Anping’s shoulder, saying, “He needs an appropriate intimate relationship to balance his body and mind, expelling excessive Yang energy.”
“???” Both father and son were left with question marks above their heads.
Ye Ao was uncertain, and Ye Anping was unaware of this potential problem, as he had chosen his techniques based on the game’s skill combinations.
The game “Heavenly Sword Art” didn’t feature fixed sects but distinguished various professions through skill combinations known as “Build.”
Elder Wang sighed, checking the mentioned techniques carefully. After stroking his beard, he explained, “However, with Mr. Ye’s cultivation method, finding a Daoist partner of a higher realm might be impractical. In that case, having multiple concubines might be a solution.”
“Alright,” Ye Ao glanced at Ye Anping, awkwardly nodded, and then enthusiastically patted Ye Anping, saying, “Junior understands. Quickly thank Elder Wang.”
“Ah…” Ye Anping also bowed, swiftly stepped forward to assist him with tea, and expressed gratitude, “Many, many thanks to Elder Wang for the guidance.”
Ye Ao pursed his lips, feeling a mix of emotions. He was already concerned about Ye Anping’s marriage, especially considering his past bullying of Pei Lianxue. Now, with the additional suggestion of having multiple concubines, the situation seemed even more complicated.
Pei Lianxue used to be bullied by Ye Anping, and she might not be willing to marry him. Now, with the idea of multiple concubines, her reluctance could increase.
Ye Ao was not the kind of cultivator who liked to take mortal women as concubines using his cultivation forcefully.
Well… let’s think about this matter carefully later.
Ye Ao sighed, then said, “Senior, actually, there’s another person I’d like to introduce to you.”
“Introduction?”
“Yes, a girl my son rescued from a demonic cultivator a few days ago. She also has a recommendation letter from Master Tai Xu, and it seems she was planning to join the Xuanxing Sect.”
“Master Tai Xu?!” Elder Wang’s eyes widened, and he hurriedly asked, “Where is this girl?”
“She’s recovering in the adjacent room. Please come with me, senior.” Ye Ao stood up and looked at Ye Anping, “Anping, come with me.”
“Sure.”
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