Master Gu nodded repeatedly, too excited for words.
"Master Gu, sit down, let's all have breakfast together," Maternal Granduncle arranged the breakfast for everyone with great joy.
Master Gu, although he had just vomited blood, now sat next to me affectionately as if nothing had happened. Maternal Granduncle wanted me to sit on the other side of him, but Zhang Zidao took the seat first.
It really seems the older one gets, the more childish one becomes...
Zhang Zidao sulkily drank his fish soup. After he finished, I diligently served him another bowl, which seemed to improve his mood a bit.
I thought to myself that when fewer people were around, I would definitely find an opportunity to appease Master properly.
After all, he had indeed sacrificed a lot to be my master.
This trip to Tianying Village to cure the illness had turned into my family reunion, and he had wholeheartedly wanted me to become his direct disciple, no wonder he felt jealous...
At the dinner table, due to the change in my status, I discussed the internal discord with Maternal Granduncle.
After all, I was no longer an outsider, so I could no longer remain indifferent to such serious matters.
Maternal Granduncle briefly explained that they had actually noticed the internal discord long ago, which is why Long Xiangkui had been so clear when he left.
The rebellious son of Maternal Granduncle had already been captured, and the people in the stronghold had gone into hiding.
All because the Yin Bell had been stolen by my cousin and given to the Ten Thousand Poison Hall.
The walking corpses in the stronghold were controlled by Ten Thousand Poison Hall, patrolling and surveilling the people inside, but little did they know that I had retrieved the Yin Bell.
If I hadn't retrieved the Yin Bell and driven away the Three-Headed Snake,
all the people in the stronghold would probably have been devoured by the Three-Headed Snake.
And then the people from Ten Thousand Poison Hall would have entered the stronghold and taken away the Immortal Gu.
"Not to mention this, I didn't even know that Wanwan had earned great merit by fending off the crafty snake demon for the stronghold," Yan Bashui said with a face full of joy and pride, but soon thought about the crucial point, "That said, the Yin Bell was still in good condition in the hands of the Three-Headed Snake, why has it now become... a copper block?"
Yes!! That's a very good question!!
I didn't have the guts to lie, so I could only sheepishly admit, "I hit too hard during the fight and accidentally burned it out."
I really didn't do it on purpose!
Sure enough, every wrongdoing comes with its consequences.
There's no such thing as a fluke...
"How did you burn it out?" Yan Bashui stammered as he asked.
I chuckled awkwardly, "I burned it with a fire charm."
"Can a fire charm burn meteorite iron from beyond the sky? My Wanwan is truly a gifted child! It's okay, if it's burned out, it's burned out. Blame the Yin Bell for not being sturdy," Yan Bashui comforted me, not blaming me at all for damaging a treasure of the stronghold.
I'm not someone who eats sparingly, I wolfed down my food, and in no time, I was nearly full.
Maternal Granduncle, fearing I'd be left hungry, personally served me fish soup several times, encouraging me sweetly to eat more.
Under his earnest gaze, I silently endured all the love and care.
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I made up for a whole day of hunger from yesterday in one go.
Zhang Zidao complained with a darkened face, "Ah Shui, your integrity has dropped!! Pick it up quickly, isn't the Yin Bell the ultimate treasure of your Tianying Village? 'It's burned out, so it's burned out!!' Even an old Taoist priest has more integrity than you."
"Old senior, this thing called integrity, can you eat it? If it's lost, it's lost, no need for it," Yan Bashui let down the Stronghold Master's dignity and also acted shameless just like Zhang Zidao.
Zhang Zidao was completely speechless, rolling his eyes in frustration.
Seeing the older generation bicker and get jealous over me, I felt an inexplicable warmth in my heart.
Maybe Heaven felt that my childhood had been too miserable, so now it was compensating me all at once?
Just as I was sipping my fish soup, Yan Bashui suddenly leaned in and asked softly, "Then... the child in Wanwan's stomach, is it my obedient disciple Zhang Shuying's?"