Chapter Seven: Parting Ways with Master's Wife

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The morning light enveloped the island, creating a hazy, ethereal atmosphere. Dewdrops clung to the verdant leaves. A sea breeze blew, carrying the sound of crashing waves.
The old man pushed open the door, stepped into the courtyard, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and began performing a series of movements, seemingly slow yet fast, profoundly mysterious, revealing the secrets of the Dao.
Half an hour later, white mist rose from the old man's head, creating a strange phenomenon resembling three flowers gathering at the crown. Clearly, the old man's skill was profound, almost reaching a transcendent level.
"Hey, Master, good morning," the boy yawned, still half-asleep, opening his eyes.
The old man slowly finished his practice, snorting irritably, "It's still early, you brat. Don't think you can slack off just because you've broken through to the sixth level. You must know that you can't be lazy in martial arts training. Only through diligent practice can you reach the highest level of martial arts."
"Master, martial arts training requires a balance of strength and gentleness, a balance of tension and relaxation. Only in this way can it conform to the principles of nature," the boy said with a grin after doing a chest-expanding exercise.
Hearing the boy's nonsense, the old man glared angrily, "You brat, what nonsense! Martial arts is a process of constantly breaking the limits of the body and optimizing bodily functions. How can you have a balance of tension and relaxation?"
"Yangyang, you're being naughty again." A girl wearing a light green palace dress, with her jet-black hair styled in an updo, a pretty, fair face, bright and captivating eyes, a high swan-like neck, and a slender waist, her fair and straight legs appearing and disappearing with the sway of her dress, came out carrying a round tray and said to the boy with a mixture of affection and reproach.
The boy chuckled, his arm draped over the old man's ,
and said, "Master's wife, I was discussing the true essence of martial arts with Master." Surprisingly, the old man didn't refute the boy's words, but instead sat down in the rattan chair.
He chuckled lightly, placed a round plate on a small bamboo table, and handed both the old man and the boy a cup of syrup and vermilion fruit as breakfast.
The boy took the cup, drank it down in one gulp, and smacked his lips, "Master's wife, I've been drinking this 'Jade Nectar' for ten years, and it still tastes just as good."
Hearing the boy's words, the old man paused, put down the cup, looked at the boy, his eyes filled with satisfaction, relief, emotion, and reluctance, and said in a slightly somber tone, "Yes, I didn't expect ten years to pass so quickly. The little brat with a runny nose back then has now grown into a handsome young man."
The boy was taken aback, "Master, you're already at the Innate Realm, you shouldn't have a high fever, right?" As he spoke, the boy even tentatively prepared to check the old man's forehead to see if his temperature had risen.
The somewhat somber atmosphere was instantly transformed into a comical scene by the boy's antics. The old man said irritably, "You brat, you want a beating?"
He was elegantly sipping his breakfast when the boy and the old man suddenly made him laugh, his pretty, fair face so charming and captivating.
The old man paused, looking at the boy, and said, "Yangyang, when you were six, we brought you from home to learn martial arts here. It's been ten years now. We've taught you everything we could. Now it's time for you to go home."
The boy was stunned. Memories of his childhood slowly flooded back, and he remembered that he still had a home. For ten years, he had practiced martial arts every day, spending fulfilling and happy time with his loving master and mistress, almost forgetting he had a home.
Looking at the boy with affection and reluctance, the old man said, "Yes, Yangyang, you're almost sixteen. It's time to go home."
The boy looked at the old man, then at the old man again, and said blankly, "Master, Mistress, I'm going home now." Then, as if finally realizing something, he asked, "Why haven't I reached the Innate Realm yet?"
"Yangyang," the old man said slowly, his tone filled with reluctance and satisfaction, "the Innate Realm isn't just about increasing your power; it also requires the coordination of your cultivation level. I originally thought you'd reach the sixth level by eighteen, but your talent is even greater than I imagined, reaching it so quickly. To help you improve your cultivation, I've decided to send you home to experience the mortal world and truly achieve unity between power and cultivation."
The boy had calmed down by now. He listened to the old man's words and nodded, but still said with some reluctance, "Master, I can wait until I'm eighteen before I leave."
A delicate, fair hand stroked the boy's handsome face. Beautiful eyes held a mixture of affection and romantic love. The old man said softly, "We also don't want you to leave now, but yesterday, when your master was communicating with your family, they learned that your grandfather doesn't have much time left and wants you to go back to fulfill your filial duties."
An image flashed through the boy's mind: a kind old man, his large, calloused hands stroking the boy's head, his eyes filled with boundless expectation. The old man told the boy that when he grew up, he should become a useful person to the country.
This was his grandfather, a veteran revolutionary, a retired commander, an old man who passed on his love and faith in the country to his grandson.
Hearing the sudden news that his grandfather's days were numbered, the boy was filled with anxiety and asked urgently, "Master, what illness does my grandfather have? Can't even your wife cure him?"
The old woman said with admiration and regret, "Yangyang, your grandfather has stomach cancer. It's a ailment caused by the harsh conditions during the Anti-Japanese War. Even your wife can't help him."
Seeing the boy's sadness, Fangxin felt a pang of sorrow. She hugged him and said gently, "Yangyang, your grandfather is honorable and has no regrets, so don't be too sad. Go back and spend some time with him, let him see that his grandson is a strong and upright man."
The gentle and doting comfort made the boy feel a little better. He buried his face in her high, firm breasts, took a deep breath, and looked up, saying, "Master's wife, I understand."
"Go pack your things quickly. Shark will take you to Yuntai Island later. Your family will send a helicopter to pick you up." Fangxin reluctantly let go of the boy.
The young man didn't have much, and quickly packed his things. His hair was tied up, and his handsome face and perfectly proportioned figure, dressed in ancient scholar's robes, made him a truly exceptional young gentleman.
At that moment, the old man came out carrying a package and handed it to the young man, saying, "Yangyang, these are gifts for your family."
The old man's eyes showed both relief and reluctance as he said, "Alright, Yangyang, go now. Remember to practice martial arts diligently and don't be lazy."
Looking at his master and mistress, with whom he had spent ten years and who loved him dearly, the young man knelt down and kowtowed three times. "Master, mistress, take care. Your disciple is leaving."
As the young man turned, a string of tears slid down his cheeks—tears of reluctance.
The old man looked at his disciple, whom he had been so proud of his entire life, and his eyes also moistened.
Tears streamed down her pretty face as she watched the young man's receding figure, her heart filled with sorrow.

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