Lingxu, Sword Coffin, Blind Swordsman

‘I am his father.’

These five short words were like five massive mountains pressing down on Li Guanqi's heart.

His heart felt dried up, with only those five mountains weighing him down, making it hard to breathe.

Withdrawing his hand, Li Guanqi stood up and walked out of the cave.

He had cultivated the Dao for nearly forty years.

Although only forty years of age in the Dao, he had actually experienced hundreds of years of cultivation.

He thought he had seen the coldness and warmth of the world, and experienced much of life's vicissitudes.

But today, in just a brief moment, he was overwhelmed by the word 'fatherly love,' feeling somewhat lost and helpless.

Yes, he had never felt fatherly love.

In his life, there had never been a 'father' figure.

So much so that...

He turned to look at Meng Wanshu, his eyes slightly evasive.

He didn't know if he could play the role of 'father' well in the years to come.

Silent, Li Guanqi went alone to the cliff, drinking strong liquor.

Meng Wanshu sighed, knowing that even she couldn't resolve such a knot in his heart.

At this moment, Zhou Zijun slowly woke up.

He wanted to turn over and push himself up, but he found that his limbs didn't seem as stiff as before.

He excitedly got up and told Zhou Chuan about the changes in his body.

The young boy bowed respectfully to Meng Wanshu.

"Disciple greets Master's wife."

Meng Wanshu smiled and rubbed his head, saying.

"You've recovered well, but you still need to be careful."

"Well… your master is not in a good mood right now, so don't bother him."

Zhou Zijun nodded inexplicably, seemingly puzzled.

He didn't understand what troubles someone as powerful as Li Guanqi could have.

Meng Wanshu gradually entered a state of cultivation, closing her eyes and focusing her mind, slightly lowering the temperature of the surrounding space.

Zhou Zijun sat beside Zhou Chuan, hugging his knees, looking at the lonely and desolate figure, his eyes filled with sadness.

He looked at his father, who was slightly weak and resting with his eyes closed.

He carefully stood up and slowly walked towards Li Guanqi.

The small boy hobbled to Li Guanqi's side.

Watching him drink with red eyes, he whispered.

"Master…"

Li Guanqi glanced at Zhou Zijun, sniffed, patted the spot beside him, and said softly.

"Come, sit down."

Li Guanqi leaned back on his hands, looking at the starry night sky with empty eyes.

Zhou Zijun asked timidly in a crisp voice.

"Master, what's wrong?"

Li Guanqi turned to look at him, pursed his lips, put his arm around his shoulder, and said softly.

"Let me tell you a story."

"Once upon a time… there was a little boy who depended on his mother and a barrier for survival."

"The little boy only remembered having his mother and sister."

"One year… the snow in Beiliang City was even heavier, and the cold wind was biting, but he didn't feel anything at the time."

"Until…"

"Later…"

"Until he entered the sect… and after experiencing many things, he became a powerful figure in the world, hahahaha."

Li Guanqi spoke very lightly, even deliberately making many things sound light and humorous.

But Li Guanqi didn't hear Zhou Zijun's voice for a long time.

Turning his head to look, Zhou Zijun's face was full of tears.

The young boy's shoulders trembled, his eyes were red, and he looked at Li Guanqi with tears in his eyes.

He stretched out his twisted hands to stroke Li Guanqi's stubbled cheeks, choked with sobs, and said in a trembling voice.

"Master… this… this story… is not funny at all…"

Li Guanqi closed his eyes, his lips trembling slightly.

He hugged Zhou Zijun tightly and said in a low voice.

"Okay, then Master won't tell any more…"

Li Guanqi raised his sleeve and wiped the corner of his eye, laughing awkwardly.

"Why is there sand on this mountain?"

Meng Wanshu's eyelashes trembled slightly, but she didn't open her eyes.

Unknowingly, Zhou Zijun fell asleep again, and a thin slice of radish was placed in his mouth.

Looking at the boy lying on his lap, Li Guanqi was deeply touched.

He gently patted his back with his left hand, and strands of pure immortal essence traveled through his body, finding the real reason for the blockage of his meridians!!

Fetal toxin!

Fetal toxins respectively condensed in Zhou Zijun's sea of consciousness and dantian!

Li Guanqi used the power of immortal essence to separate a trace of it, and under the wrapping of immortal essence, the power of the Devouring Holy Flame was enough to refine it!

This made Li Guanqi breathe a sigh of relief.

The next morning, Meng Wanshu took the two into the Treasure Palace.

She flashed to Li Guanqi's side, looked at the rising sun, and said softly.

"Feeling better?"

Li Guanqi took a deep breath, smiled and nodded, and said with the woman's hand in his.

"I can't keep living in what I've lost."

"That would only kill my 'hope' and be meaningless."

"I should cherish the people in front of me more."

Meng Wanshu smiled, knowing that Li Guanqi's state of mind had become peaceful this night.

Thinking of this, Meng Wanshu couldn't help but admire.

"This child is like Chen Xiaotian… they are both good children."

After Meng Wanshu mentioned Chen Xiaotian, Li Guanqi's expression was a little strange as he said.

"Uh… I should have taken Chen Xiaotian as my eldest disciple first, so I could have left him more resources."

Speaking of this, Li Guanqi couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

From beginning to end, Li Guanqi only regarded Chen Xiaotian as half a disciple.

After all, in the Human Spirit Realm back then, Li Guanqi had too many things to shoulder.

He only hoped that Chen Xiaotian could cultivate well in the Great Xia Sword Sect in the end.

Of course, Li Guanqi's spiritual guidance had a greater effect on Chen Xiaotian.

But Zhou Zijun's starting point was slightly lower, but his talent was extremely high, and even because he was born in the Immortal World, he would be able to enjoy more resources.

Meng Wanshu looked at Li Guanqi and couldn't help but smile.

"Why think so much? If Chen Xiaotian ascends in the future, if you can find him, bring him back and train him well."

"Of course, it also depends on his character after becoming an immortal, and whether he has changed."

Li Guanqi couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth when he heard this.

He said in a very confident tone.

"Don't worry."

"If Chen Xiaotian ascends to the Immortal World one day, he will still be the same as before."

Meng Wanshu didn't understand why Li Guanqi was so sure that Chen Xiaotian would not change.

"Why?"

Li Guanqi raised the corner of his mouth.

"In the test I left him back then, if his mother didn't die of old age naturally."

"The power I left in the wooden sword would have killed him!!"

"Naturally, there would be no Chen Xiaotian later."

Meng Wanshu smiled slightly, she suddenly felt that Li Guanqi was particularly cautious about accepting disciples.

The reason why Li Guanqi was like this was because he had met too many seniors who were both teachers and friends along the way of his cultivation.

They all did so well that Li Guanqi had no confidence in being a qualified master.

Li Guanqi exhaled lightly, his eyes bright as he murmured in a low voice.

"Endure them for a few more days, after unblocking Zijun's meridians, then go to Jianshui!"