【Spring Breeze and Drizzling Rain】(2)

Chapter Two: The Frustrated Wine Daoist

"It's so delicious! Grandpa, do you have any more?" Xie Wenjie reluctantly pulled his tasteless

fingers from his mouth, raising his little head and gazing expectantly at the Wine Daoist.

Faced with Xie Wenjie's drooling, expectant look, even the Wine Daoist, with his profound cultivation and experience

of many storms, felt his hair stand on end and cold sweat pour down his back from Xie Wenjie's stare. He felt that in this

little guy's eyes, he was just a delicious fruit, ready to be bitten at any moment. But then he thought, wasn't this

exactly the result he had been hoping for?

"Immortal Venerable! Forgive me, forgive me!" The Wine Daoist muttered his Daoist title, smiling as he took out a few vermilion

fruits and handed them to Xie Wenjie: "Delicious, isn't it? Grandpa has plenty more here!"

Any cultivator would recognize it at a glance—'Vermilion Fruit,' while not considered a

particularly rare item in the cultivation world, is still a rare spiritual treasure. This fruit typically ripens once every fifty years and

has excellent auxiliary effects on the cultivation of low- to mid-level cultivators . Ordinary mortals who eat it experience

remarkable effects in strengthening their bodies, consolidating their foundation, nourishing their vital energy, and prolonging their lives; moreover, it tastes exceptionally good and is one of the few spiritual fruits that ordinary mortals can directly consume.

After Xie Wenjie finished eating a few more Vermilion Fruits, the Wine Daoist forced a kind smile and

looked at Xie Wenjie expectantly, asking, "Well, little guy, can you go for a walk with Grandpa now?"

"I really want to go with you, but I have to go home, otherwise my mother will worry." Xie Wenjie was still

hesitant.

"Oh! It's okay, I can talk to your mother."

At this moment, Xie Xiaonan, dressed in home clothes, was lying lazily on the sofa. She neither knew how to manage a company

nor liked noise and bustle; since her husband's death, she hadn't even left the house for a period of time. Only

when she saw her two children could she see a rare smile on her pretty face. Only in the last six months had she occasionally

gone out for a walk with her mother and sister. As for his former classmates and friends, apart from the rare occasional phone call,

they were all forgotten.

Xie Wenjie sprinted home with his father, only to find his mother alone, watching TV

and eating watermelon. He was secretly pleased—his tigress aunt had taken his little spy sister out chasing girls and hadn't returned yet; as for

his grandmother, she was probably in a meeting at the company. Poor grandmother, the entire Xie family business rested on her

shoulders …

Xie Xiaonan, seeing her son, happily opened her arms and said, “Good boy, come here and let Mommy hug you.”

Xie Wenjie threw himself into his mother Xie Wenting's arms, burying his head in her soft breasts and rubbing against her,

looking extremely content. Xie Wenting cupped her son's head and kissed him heavily on the forehead, then

hugged him tightly in her arms as if afraid he would disappear at any moment. He murmured, "Mommy

's little darling..."

This heartwarming scene of motherly love and filial piety made Zui Daojun, standing by the door, twitch with disbelief. "A doting mother spoils her son! No way,

I'm taking this kid away today, no matter what."

Seeing that no one paid him any attention, Zui Daojun coughed loudly to attract the attention of the mother and son. Only

then did Xie Xiaonan realize that there was a strange man in the house. She quickly stood up from the sofa, instinctively

shielding her beloved son behind her, and said in a strained voice, "Who are you? How did you get in? Get

out , I'm calling the police!"

"Mommy, I brought this old man home," a weak voice sounded from behind Xie Xiaonan.

Xie Xiaonan glanced at her son, then at the dirty old man in front of her. After a moment's thought, as if she had suddenly understood something

, she leisurely sat back down on the sofa, hugged her son again, and said with a hint of reproach, "Sweetie, I

'm happy you did a good deed, but you can't bring people home like that. Luckily your aunt isn't home, otherwise your

bottom would have suffered again. There seem to be some leftovers in the fridge, go get them for this old... gentleman. Let him go!"

Xie Xiaonan looked at the old man carefully again, feeling that calling him a beggar was too hurtful to his self-esteem.

"This beautiful lady, this humble Taoist is not here to beg for food..." Sa Daojun said with a dark line on his face, quickly explaining.

But before he could finish speaking, he was ruthlessly interrupted, "Don't want food?" Xie Xiaonan slapped her forehead, pretending

to suddenly realize , "Want money? No problem! Here's 50 yuan." Xie Xiaonan handed a few bills to the old man.

"I don't want money, I'm here to..."

"Don't want food? Don't want money? Then what do you want? You...you're here to rob me." Xie Xiaonan, looking terrified

, scrambled up from the sofa again, crossing her arms and trying to distance herself from the old man. "You...you don't come any closer

! My mother is the president of the martial arts association, my sister is also a master, I...I know kung fu too."

Zui Daojun realized he was about to go berserk, so he rubbed his forehead, chanted his Daoist name three times, and roared, "Can you let

me finish what I'm saying? I'm here to take your son as my disciple!"

When Xie Xiaonan heard the old man say he wasn't going to rob her, she immediately felt relieved. As for the old man's mention of taking her as a disciple, she didn't take

it to heart , and returned to the sofa with her beloved son in her arms.

"Mom, I want to go eat fruit with him, his fruit is so delicious." Xie Wenjie pointed at the old man and said to his mother

with longing .

Xie Xiaonan panicked upon hearing this, instinctively tightening her grip on her son. Her phoenix eyes flashed with murderous intent as

she coldly said, "I never expected someone your age to try and deceive my son. Don't you know that according to the laws of the Great Qin Dynasty, trafficking

in women and children is punishable by death? Son, go call your grandmother and tell her to come back quickly."

This time, the Wine Daoist remained silent. He felt this was the most tragic day of his cultivation journey. If

word got out, he, the renowned Wine Daoist, would become the biggest

laughingstock . The old man silently sat cross-legged on the ground, praying that the next woman to appear would be somewhat

reasonable and give him a chance to speak.

About ten minutes later, a worried yet gentle voice called from outside the door: "Xiaonan, are you alright?"

Upon hearing the voice, Xie Xiaonan, as if she had found her pillar of support (and indeed she was), excitedly

cried out, "Mom!"

Xie Wenjie broke free from his mother's embrace and ran towards the door, also shouting, "Grandma..."

Zui Daojun slowly stood up. Standing at the door was a mature, beautiful, elegant, and sophisticated

woman in a suit. She looked to be under forty, tall, with fair skin, and a striking contrast to the incomprehensible woman inside the room.

The resemblance was striking. Even with the resolute mind of the Drunken Daoist, there was a fleeting moment of distraction. What surprised him most

was that this woman was actually a martial artist at the peak of the mid-stage of the Innate Realm. Although she was nothing more than a small fry in his eyes, the Drunken

Daoist knew that taking her as a disciple would be no problem.

Amidst Madam Xie's wary expression, the Drunken Daoist proclaimed his Daoist title: "Madam,

I am Chunjizi of the Tianji Sect of Tianshan Mountain, also known as the Drunken Daoist. Recently, while traveling, I encountered this young woman and, seeing her extraordinary talent,

a once-in-a-millennium genius of cultivation, I have boldly come to your door, hoping to take her as my disciple."

Madam Xie, Liu Xiaoning, pondered deeply, muttering to herself, "Tianji Sect... Where have I heard of the Tianji Sect?"

Suddenly, Madam Xie, Liu Xiaoning, stared incredulously at the utterly wretched old man before her, her voice

trembling with awe, "Tianji Sect? Could it be the Tianji Sect, one of the eight great sects of the cultivation world?"

"That's right!" Jiu Daojun said calmly, flipping his hand to take out a black token and handing it to Madam Xie, Liu

Xiaoning. "This is my Elder's Token of the Heavenly Extreme Sect. You can verify its authenticity by placing it on your forehead."

Madam Xie, Liu Xiaoning, carefully took the token. The token was pointed at the top and pointed at the bottom, no more than two and a half inches long, one inch wide, and

half an inch thick. It was jet black, with the characters "Heavenly Extreme" engraved on the front and a lightning-like symbol on the back. Liu Xiaoning could

n't tell what it was made of at all; it was neither iron nor wood, and she had never seen it before.

Liu Xiaoning suppressed her curiosity and gently placed it on her forehead. A surge of information unexpectedly

invaded her mind. A moment later, Madam Xie, Liu Xiaoning, respectfully returned the token to Daoist Zai Suijun. "Thank you for your kindness, senior.

It is truly a blessing for my grandson to be able to study under such a venerable immortal as you."

Madam Xie, Liu Xiaoning, bowed to Xie Wenjie, who was clinging to her leg, and said, "Wenjie, hurry up

and kowtow ."

Xie Xiaonan, who was in a daze, immediately imagined a scene in her mind—an old man

and a young boy, two beggars, on the side of the road... Just thinking about it made her shiver.

"No, I can't let my son be ruined by this old man. I must stop him."

Just as Xie Xiaonan's words reached her teeth, she heard Daoist Zai Suijun's voice again, "Hehe,

this humble is lazy by nature and is not good at teaching disciples at all."

"Then what do you mean?" Madam Xie, Liu Xiaoning, asked doubtfully.

"No rush, let me finish. Although I can't be his master, I can be his senior master

! I have several junior brothers and sisters, including the current sect leader. I plan to introduce this boy to them.

I believe his talent will not be wasted. What do you think?"

"Good!" the mother and daughter said in unison.

Xie Xiaonan patted her chest and thought, "As long as he doesn't become your disciple, that's fine." Her hesitant

expression made Zui Daojun quite annoyed.

Suddenly, Xie Xiaonan seemed to remember something and asked hesitantly, "Um... senior... Daoist,

may I ask how long my Wenjie will be going with you?"

"Hmm... with this boy's aptitude, he can establish his foundation in three years and form his core in ten years, which should be no problem. If he

works hard can even do it faster."

"That long! That means more than ten years." Xie Xiaonan muttered in dissatisfaction.

Hearing this, Drunken Daoist was speechless, thinking to himself that if other cultivators heard this, they would be so ashamed they'd want to bang their heads

against a wall. Back in the day, he was hailed as a super genius, achieving Core Formation before seventy, envied by countless people.

"Do you have any holidays in between? Like National Day, New Year's leave…?" Xie Xiaonan asked again, hoping for a response.

"No!"

"No way!"

After some haggling, Drunken Daoist finally gave in and agreed to send the little

guy .

"Ugh! How could you ask your elders for a gift? Wenjie, you've disappointed your grandmother so much, you're so impolite

!" Madam Xie, Liu Xiaoning, angrily knocked on Xie Wenjie's door. She was truly angry, afraid that Drunken Daoist

would leave in a huff.

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