Chapter 29: Resolving the Omen (Part 2)

  The first person to appear in Xu Xian's mind was naturally Bai Suzhen, but looking at Nie Xiaoqian with tears on her face in front of him. Suddenly feeling a little confused, is that person really suitable for himself? No, that gentle person can probably suit any man, but does he really suit her? Unable to simply consider the problem from his own perspective, in the end, he could only sigh "I'm not sure either! Alright, never mind me, what about you? Are you ready to return to Hangzhou with me, and then?"

  Xiao Qian immediately vowed: "In life, I am your wife; in death, I will be your ghost."

  Xu Xian looked at her serious face and couldn't help but reach out to touch her head, smiling: "Don't be silly, you are your own."

  "Ah?" Xia Qian's small mouth opened wide, no one had ever said such a thing to her before.

  Xu Xian smiled warmly and said, "If you have nowhere to go and nothing to do for the time being, then just stay by my side!" He could see the little thoughts in Xiao Qian's mind, but it was like a small flower desperately waving its thorns, as if that would protect itself, yet still so weak.

  Xu Xian finished speaking and walked into the house.

  "Then... can I call you husband?"

  Xu Xian stopped in his tracks, thought for a moment, and then turned back to say: "Suit yourself!"

  Cultivation was just to avoid being bullied, to leave Lanruo, but when all of this is gone, what is cultivation for? That great fire took away too many things that had meaning. No parents, no grandparents, for the first time in his life, he could completely choose his own path for tomorrow, but where was the road? Unconsciously still wanting to rely on others, almost impatiently calling out "husband", his restless heart finally able to get a little peace, his drifting fate seemed to settle down once again, a path of being a husband and teaching children laid out before him.

  But he refused, was it because I wasn't beautiful enough? No, my own unease and confusion, it turned out he understood them all. I'm really sorry, but my heart has truly calmed down.

  It's almost winter solstice, the weather is cold, and Xu Xian sleeps with his clothes on, but still feels a slight chill. As for Nie Xiaoqian, he can't say that he's not moved by her, but taking advantage of someone when they're weak might be the winning strategy for some "romantic heroes" when dealing with women, but he doesn't stoop to that level. Because he understands, he sympathizes with her. He's not a feminist, on the contrary, he has a bit of male chauvinism, but still hopes that such a woman can find her own happiness. Moreover, he is determined to guard his future wife's chastity.

  Xu Xian slowly closed his eyes and began another round of cultivation. After the battle at Lanruo Temple, the light in his soul was less brilliant than before, but it seemed to have become more condensed.

  Xiao Qian walked into the room that shone with golden splendor, gazing at the face in deep sleep. Suddenly, she recalled his blushing expression from earlier. Hehe, it seems her husband isn't as upright and virtuous as Ning Gongzi after all! Just like Xu Xian, although Ning Gongzi was great, he wasn't what she wanted.

  Then who am I waiting for?

  The next morning, however, the noise woke up Xu Xian. Ning Caichen, this model couple, had a quarrel. The reason was that Ning Caichen wanted to stay at home and accompany his wife, which was also what Ning's mother meant. But Madame Ning refused to allow it, insisting that Ning Caichen should prioritize his career.

  But Ning Caichen's determination was not something that others could easily change, and the two of them were at odds. Ning Caichen apologized to Xu Xian: "I'm afraid Hanwen can only go on his own, help me apologize to Mr. My wife is in such a state, and our family really needs someone to take care of her." His eyes had dark circles under them, clearly he hadn't slept well the night before either.

  Madam Ning came out of the inner room and said angrily: "Ning Caichen, if you still consider me your wife, hurry up and pack your things to leave."

  Ning Cai Chen simply said calmly: "A man's affairs, don't interfere."

  Just as the two were about to quarrel again, Xu Xian hastily said: "Ning brother, you know I understand some Taoist techniques. Last night, I thought of a method that might cure your sister's illness."

  Ning Caichen suddenly sat up from his chair, grabbed Xu Xian and asked "Really?" His face still had a hint of calmness, but was also filled with complex emotions such as wild joy, doubt and worry.

  Xu Xian nodded, ignoring the pain in his shoulder, and said firmly: "There should be 70-80% chance."

  Ning Caichen hastily asked Xu Xian to treat his wife, but Madame Ning refused, saying: "I won't be treated."

  Xu Xian also felt a bit incredulous, but Mrs. Ning continued: "Unless you promise me that no matter what the outcome is, you will go to the academy."

  Ning Caichen hesitated for a moment before agreeing, and only then did she reveal a smile. She knew that Ning Caichen attached great importance to keeping his promises. However, the onlooker was clear, and Xu Xian saw through Ning Caichen's deception of his wife. But as for the feelings between this couple, it was truly heartbreaking, and all one could do was hope that Xiaolian's method would succeed.

  There are relics, must be a high monk, the scene of Lanruo Temple for hundreds of years, I don't know how many generations of monks, but the real relics are less than ten. Among them, there is also a Buddha statue in the main hall that one. Although it's just a clay shell, the Buddha image receives countless monks' kneeling and worship every day, and when they worship, they must have something to ask for in their hearts. The wishes of thousands and millions of people gather together to form relics that are extraordinary. Xiaoxian is the relic hidden under the main hall, which has achieved rare cultivation in less than a hundred years.

  Grandma also relied on these sarira to suppress the polluted blood and prolong her life, but Xiao Qian had already used up that one a long time ago. Now there are only three left given by Grandma, yet one of them still needs to be given to Xu Xian. Firstly, Xiao Qian doesn't really care about cultivation, secondly, with Xu Xian around, it seems like she no longer needs to worry about the problem of cultivation.

  Inside the house, under Xiaoxian's guidance, everyone else was driven out, leaving only Ning's wife sleeping on the bed. It goes without saying that this was Xiaoxian's doing. If a seriously ill person were to see a living ghost again, it would be hard to say whether he wouldn't die of fright like Xu Xian originally did. In that case, Ning Caicheng would really have to fight for his life.

  The sarira in Xu Xian's hand gradually emitted a brilliant light, the legacy of decades of hard work by a great monk was not ordinary. He followed the method taught by Xiao Qian, using his own strength to guide the power of the sarira, it sounds simple, but now Xu Xian didn't understand what guidance meant, he just kept pouring his own strength into the sarira.

  The brilliance of the sarira was getting brighter and brighter, but it had no effect on Mrs. Ning's illness. The scorching power of the sun itself made Mrs. Ning sweat all over her face, and the room was like a furnace.

  Winter can be used as an electric stove. This idea flashed through Xu Xian's mind, and he quickly gathered his thoughts, Xiao Qian's voice urging in his ear "Master, this won't do, it's not your power, but the power of the sarira."

  Xu Xian gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "The ghost knows how to use the power of this sarira, otherwise you come."

  Xiao Qian's voice suddenly choked with sobs: "I don't know either! The book just said it was possible."

  Guidance, guidance, this word kept echoing in Xu Xian's mind, not just a simple injection, but resonance and triggering. But how to resonate? And how to trigger it? Is it like Polaris? Xu Xian tried to slowly withdraw his own solar power. But as soon as he did, Xu Xian discovered that withdrawing solar power was more than ten times harder than releasing it.

  The power of the sun is extremely violent and difficult to control. If it were just a matter of releasing energy like Lan Ruo Temple's Xiān, that would be fine, but to control it with such precision is almost impossible for him now. Mastering power is much harder than obtaining it.

  But if the power of the sun were to get out of control, he would probably end up being a fugitive mandarin duck with Xiao Qian, envying only the ducks and not the immortals. No one expected that something seemingly simple would hide such danger.

  But the more he encountered danger, Xu Xian's heart became even calmer. This was not just due to the mysterious calming effect that came with using his powers; after all, no matter how strong external forces were, they still needed to act on one's inner heart. He had gone through countless difficulties in his past and present lives, and being a good person often meant encountering bad things. To face these bad things required twice the courage and perseverance of ordinary people. On a bus, seeing a pickpocket and turning your head away was easy, but if you could shout out loud, weren't you also tempering yourself? There were too many clever people in the world, but while they cleverly avoided difficulties, fools had long since cultivated another kind of bravery.

  Xu Xian's forehead was already beaded with sweat, but he calmly retracted the power he had released, thread by thread. In this process of releasing and retracting, it was unknown how much mental energy he had expended. Xu Xian's grasp on his powers was no longer as rough as before. But there was still a lingering thread left in the sarira, fine as a string. The remaining problem was how to pluck this string.

  But how can it be moved?

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