Chapter 114: Passing Power! Guidance! Quality!
Fang Han cupped his hands and said: “Senior, this junior has no intention of taking a master.”
Wu Ya Zi stared blankly at him, then let out a faint sigh: “That’s true. Your martial arts have already reached such heights, and I have nothing further to teach you. How could I have the face to call myself your master?”
If not for the fact that he was nearing his end, paralyzed with useless limbs, he could still pass down the supreme skills of the Xiaoyao Sect. But now, aside from seventy years’ worth of cultivation in Beiming Shengong and Xiao Wuxiang Gong, he had nothing else to offer.
The key point was—Fang Han had already mastered Beiming Shengong!
For ordinary people, his seventy years of inner force was an unimaginable heavenly fortune. But for Fang Han, it wasn’t necessarily so.
Wu Ya Zi felt unwilling. After searching for so many decades, he had finally found such a brilliant young talent, yet he could not bring him under his sect…
Had it been decades ago, in his pride, he might not have cared. But after searching fruitlessly for so long, his heart was already burning with anxiety. Now, seeing someone who fit his requirements perfectly, how could he not be reluctant to give up?
Wu Ya Zi thought: If my junior sister were still in Langhuan Blessed Land, it wouldn’t matter. I could have sent him there to receive her teachings, and with that connection, I could still count as his master. But since she has already left… sigh… In truth, his martial arts all came from the secret manuals she left behind. He could be considered her disciple… only…
As he pondered, Fang Han suddenly spoke: Chapters fırst released on NoveI~Fire.net
“Though I do not wish to formally take a master’s degree, there is in fact a connection between us, seniors. Mm… I should call you ‘Honored Father-in-law.’ ”
Wu Ya Zi froze, his mind failing to turn for a moment.
Only after a beat did he suddenly realize.
He looked at Fang Han in shock!
In his entire life, he had only one daughter.
For this youth to call him father-in-law… that meant—
He was A Luo’s husband!?
Fang Han said clearly:
“Qingluo once spoke of you, Senior.”
After Li Qingluo and Fang Han had come together, she had indeed mentioned her parents—Wu Ya Zi and Li Qiushui.
Wu Ya Zi stood dazed for a long time, then suddenly burst into loud laughter:
“Good! Good! Good! Truly this is the will of Heaven!”
When all paths seem blocked, a new village appears beyond the shade of the willows!
In an instant, Wu Ya Zi was firmly resolved to pass his inner strength to this man!
Whether he accepted discipleship or not no longer mattered—this father-and-son-in-law bond was more than enough!
At once, his heart surged with longing and fatherly love for his daughter.
“My good son-in-law, how is A Luo faring now?”
Fang Han’s expression turned subtle, thinking to himself that this man had switched the form of address rather smoothly.
But since he was asked, he shook his head slightly:
“Senior, when she was young, you both left her, letting her suffer the pain of separation. How could she have lived well? Mm, but now she is better. She resides in Suzhou.”
Wu Ya Zi felt a deep pang of guilt.
That year, after being ambushed by his treacherous disciple, he had ended up crippled and paralyzed. Barely able to save himself, how could he have gone in search of his daughter?
Yet hearing now that she was living safely, he felt relieved.
Wu Ya Zi let out a sigh and said:
“Since we bond, there is no need for you to formally take me as master. I shall pass my entire cultivation to you! I only ask that you promise me two things!”
“Passing power harms the very foundation of one’s life. Senior, at your advanced age, it is better not to.”
Such a transmission would directly hasten his death.
At first, Fang Han had coveted this fortune. But now that Li Qingluo and he had already become intimate, his thoughts naturally shifted.
Hearing Fang Han’s words of refusal, Wu Ya Zi did not grow angry but rather delighted. It only strengthened his resolve to pass on everything. He barked:
“Say no more! Come here!”
“I know something about seniors. I will help you deal with Ding Chunqiu and cleanse the sect on your behalf. As for the other matter…”
He frowned slightly, looking at Wu Ya Zi with puzzlement:
“Senior, please state it clearly. As long as it is not beyond my ability or against my will, I will do my utmost.”
Wu Ya Zi was surprised that Fang Han knew of Ding Chunqiu, but he did not press the matter. He laughed heartily:
“With such intent, I am already satisfied! As for the second condition—simply treat A Luo well, and never betray her!”
Fang Han understood, and nodded lightly.
Even if you hadn’t said it, I would have done so. Otherwise, your daughter would once again be crying and cursing about ‘dog men,’ swearing to chop me into fertilizer or something…
Wu Ya Zi, having spoken his heart, had nothing more to hold back. He urged:
“I know your intent, but I am near my end. If I don’t pass on this seventy years of inner strength, it will be buried with me! Come closer! Since you have already mastered Beiming Shengong, I need not use the crown-top method.”
Fang Han heard and said nothing more, only nodded lightly.
He too had once felt the dim awareness of approaching death. Such things were beyond human power to resist.
If that was so, then there was no reason to hesitate.
Indeed, as Wu Ya Zi said—if left unpassed, all this cultivation would be wasted.
“Come! Let me see how well you have cultivated Beiming Shengong!” Wu Ya Zi said with a smile.
Fang Han placed his palm gently against Wu Ya Zi’s chest, meeting his gaze. Seeing Wu Ya Zi nod, signaling to begin, Fang Han wasted no more words—he suddenly activated the absorbing power of Beiming Shengong!
In the past, whenever Fang Han activated the absorbing force, the other person’s inner energy would immediately surge violently before being sucked away and stored.
But against Wu Ya Zi, when Beiming Shengong activated, it was as though he had struck an immovable boulder!
No matter how he tried to pull, at most he could only draw a few wisps of inner energy—and even those strands of Beiming Zhenqi seemed purer than his own.
Wu Ya Zi felt this, then chuckled:
“My son-in-law, your Beiming Shengong is indeed trained, but it has not yet reached deep mastery!”