Chapter 23 - 23: Final Departure, The Majestic Figure
"This favor... is a big one owed."
Watching Chang Qing's acupuncture technique, Su Nan sighed.
The Great Emperor's legacy, and that of the most mysterious and ancient Great Emperor at that, this favor isn't something even a scroll of imperial essays can compare to.
The magnanimity of the young immortal left him unsure of how to repay it.
"Patriarch, how is the situation? Should I wake my father up first?"
Seeing Su Nan silent, Brother Er Niu anxiously asked through voice transmission.
"If you wake your father up now, he'd kill you, would you believe it?"
Su Nan replied with amusement through voice transmission, "Don't worry, it's good for your father now."
"Maybe in a while, you'll have a quasi-emperor dad."
Su Wenlin and Su Nan are of the same generation, just like Er Niu and Chang Qing, having played together since childhood.
However, Su Nan's martial talent was terrifyingly beyond, suppressing his contemporaries all the way to the peak of Quasi-Emperor.
But Su Wenlin wasn't weak either, although he couldn't keep up with Su Nan's pace, he slowly caught up.
Yet that great battle completely cut off Su Wenlin's path to the Quasi-Emperor, which was Su Nan's regret and Su Wenlin's unwillingness.
But now, Chang Qing, with the means of a celestial doctor, supplemented by the Nine Profound Needle Technique, is going to heal Su Wenlin!
This is a great joy not only for Su Wenlin but also for the Su family.
A Quasi-Emperor isn't just any ordinary cabbage, even just stepping into the Quasi-Emperor is an incredible pinnacle existence.
"Huh? Quasi-Emperor?" Er Niu was stunned for a moment.
His father had said there was no hope of becoming a Quasi-Emperor in this life, how could there suddenly be a chance?
"Poof!"
Before Er Niu could ask more, Su Wenlin suddenly spat out a mouthful of clotted blood.
Chang Qing simultaneously withdrew the silver needle, wiping the sweat off his forehead.
"Dad!"
Er Niu was shocked and immediately supported Su Wenlin.
Su Wenlin took a deep breath, and after a simple regulation of breath, the surging power in his body returned again.
Moreover, the old injury that had bothered him for a long time had disappeared, and a long-lost sense of ease surged in his heart.
"Hahaha!"
After a simple check of his body, Su Wenlin couldn't help but laugh heartily.
Beside him, Su Nan smiled without speaking, looking at Chang Qing with eyes full of appreciation.
"Dad, how are you?" Er Niu asked.
Su Wenlin didn't reply, he solemnly stood up and bowed deeply to Chang Qing,
"Chang Qing, your Uncle Wen Lin... thanks you!"
From the family perspective, although Chang Qing is the young master, Su Wenlin, being the elder, didn't need to perform the courtesy.
But this courtesy was different!
This was a gesture to thank Chang Qing for giving him a new life!
"Uncle Wenlin, this is too much."
Chang Qing hurriedly dodged, smiling bitterly, "I just gave a couple of simple needles, it doesn't need such formality."
Hearing this, both Su Wenlin and Su Nan sighed inwardly.
Simple needles?
Chang Qing didn't understand that the value of these two needles was far more precious than a sacred pill.
"By the way, Uncle Wenlin, how do you feel?"
"Is your body feeling better?"
Chang Qing asked expectantly.
"Uh..."
Su Wenlin's smile stiffened, and he looked to Su Nan outside the door for help.
How should he answer this?
Is the cold cured or not?
Is he leaving tomorrow or not?
Su Nan slightly twitched his mouth, "I have something to do, I'm leaving first."
Anyway, Chang Qing did heal Su Wenlin, so saying it wasn't cured with a clear conscience wasn't something he instigated.
"This bastard!" Su Wenlin gritted his teeth.
But for the sake of the bigger picture, he could only put on a mournful face,
"No, I feel even worse now."
Chang Qing was dumbfounded.
He didn't understand, they just paid respects, and now it seems it wasn't healed?
"Uncle Wenlin, I'm sorry."
Finally, Chang Qing sighed.
Su Wenlin sighed at the same time, murmuring in his heart,
"Young Master, I'm sorry, when you return to the Su family, I'll take responsibility."
...
Su Wenlin ultimately didn't make it through that night, as did many others in the village.
Today, Chang Qing didn't go to school but instead attended the last rites for Uncle Wenlin and other villagers.
On the way back, he gloomily patted Er Niu's shoulder,
"Sorry Brother Er Niu, I couldn't save Uncle Wenlin."
Er Niu grinned, waving his hand, "It's okay, it was his fate, nothing to do with your medical skills."
Hearing this, Chang Qing looked at Er Niu with curiosity, "Brother Er Niu, Uncle Wenlin has passed, why don't you seem sad at all?"
Er Niu's grin stiffened.
He wanted to act more genuinely, but he... really couldn't cry.
His father's old injury was healed, he had hopes of reaching Quasi-Emperor.
Plus, with his father gone, no one controlled him, he felt so relieved.
Yesterday, he also condensed a life secret technique and acquired a new sword technique...
Adding all this together, it wasn't just a double joy but a quadruple joy!
Seeing Chang Qing's puzzled expression, Er Niu internally wailed.
"I can't cry, but... I promise not to laugh, okay?"
To avoid revealing himself, Er Niu sprinted away, although the sound from his mouth... it was unclear whether it was a cry or a laugh.
...
The departure of Su Wenlin and other villagers made Chang Qing remain gloomy for a long time.
But time healed everything, and in the blink of an eye, three months passed, and the village gradually returned to normal.
During this time, Chang Qing had a very regular routine, reading books in the study during the day, and researching medical books and sword techniques in the evening.
But as time went by, Li Qingchen's gaze toward Chang Qing grew increasingly strange.
Until today...
"Haoran Body!?"
Seeing Chang Qing suddenly emitting light all over his body, Li Qingchen's face showed astonishment.
No one knew how many books Chang Qing read during this time.
The vast amount of knowledge he accumulated caused Chang Qing's aura to undergo a tremendous transformation.
Moreover, thanks to Chang Qing's exceptional comprehension, almost every day a strand of pure Haoran righteous spirit was born.
But with Su Nan's reminder, Li Qingchen always casually erased it, not thinking much of it.
But Li Qingchen didn't expect that those dispersed Haoran righteous spirits didn't vanish, but instead integrated into Chang Qing's body.
The world knows that the purest strand of Haoran qi for a scholar is the very first one born.
The subsequent growth of Haoran righteous spirit is based on the existence of this strand of Haoran origin.
And Chang Qing, almost equivalent to having a Haoran origin scattered every day and then integrated into his body.
One or two days didn't show much, but after three months of this continuously, Chang Qing's body underwent a great transformation, becoming the Haoran Body.
"The Haoran Body, back then, the literary emperor had this constitution."
"My words are reason, my actions are the path, words and actions form the literary path!"
Li Qingchen marveled.
He also didn't expect to accidentally nurture a Haoran Body.
This is not at all inferior to other martial Sacred Bodies and Divine Bodies.
With this constitution, Chang Qing's future path in Confucianism would be incredibly smooth, and the power of that Haoran righteous spirit would far exceed that of ordinary Confucian scholars.
"If this body were to give birth to more Haoran righteous spirit, even I wouldn't be able to suppress it."
Li Qingchen shook his head with a bitter smile, Chang Qing's Confucian foundation is now solid beyond imagination.
"Chang Qing." Li Qingchen slowly spoke.
"Yes, teacher?"
Chang Qing looked up, his eyes as bright as dazzling stars, causing Li Qingchen to instinctively turn his head away.
He steadied his mind and said with a gentle smile:
"You no longer need to read books every day, I'll teach you poetry, chess, calligraphy, and painting."
In the eyes of others, poetry, chess, calligraphy, and painting are mere artistic pursuits, but in the hands of Confucian scholars, they are means of attack!
Words command the heavens, strokes bring mountains and rivers into being.
In paintings, beauties dance, chess pieces move and the cosmos shifts!
This is Li Qingchen, and it's the true means of the young immortal to reach the heavens!
ps: Fifty thousand words, the truly exciting plot is about to begin.
The Su family's sect, Ling Si's literary gambit, the first step out of Cyan Mountain Village will soon be revealed.
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