Chapter Seventeen: Confession

  A purple glow enveloped Guo Ming's body, and a warm stream of true yuan quickly surged into his body. The purple energy was the purest and most refined of the day's spiritual energy. Guo Ming felt his injuries rapidly recovering, and his eyes were filled with shock.

  To absorb the purple energy, one must reach the third layer of cultivation. But now, it's actually possible to be brought here by that old Daoist, could he really be a master?

  The old Taoist wiped the sweat from his forehead, took a closer look and said, "Everyone can disperse now. That demon has been killed by me."

  The people around him left one after another after hearing what he said. After all, there were still some people who were skeptical of his words.

  After everyone including Shui Mengyao had left, she came to the old Daoist's side and respectfully asked: "May I take you as my master?"

  That old Taoist glanced at Shui Mengyao and immediately shook his head: "No way." After finishing, he turned around and was about to leave.

  Shui Mengyao hastened, it was not easy to see a transcendent being, how could he let him leave like this. Hurriedly grasping him, she said: "I am willing to pay tuition fees, as long as they are not too much."

  The old Taoist stopped in his tracks and fell silent. Shui Mengyao's face involuntarily lit up with joy, thinking to herself: "There's hope."

  "It's not easy to be a Taoist master these days, although my master told me to find someone to pass it down to, but how many people would believe? And I myself am not even proficient in my skills, sigh, no income after spending all the money, but our sect has rules that don't allow female disciples! But if I don't take her as a disciple, how can I get my meal expenses back? The old Taoist carefully calculated."

  After a moment, the old Taoist coughed and said: "If you want to practice magic with me, it's okay, but the tuition fee for our school is not low, can you afford it?"

  At the sound of this, Shui Muyao exclaimed in surprise: "Master, how much did you say?"

  The old Taoist stretched out five fingers and said in a low voice, "Five hundred yuan should be enough, right? Ah, nowadays business is getting less and less, jumping once for ten yuan, this seems to be okay." He secretly took a look at Shui Mengyao's face, the old Taoist slightly changed color, why did she seem a bit embarrassed, was it too much? Then let's make it a little less... four hundred.

  "How can you be dissatisfied with having too much money?" The old man frowned and said.

  "Yes, five thousand is indeed a lot, I only have more than four thousand left in my savings account," Shui Mengyao said softly.

  The old man was stunned for a moment, then burst into wild joy, shouting loudly: "Enough! Enough!"

  Shui Mengyao thought to herself, if she didn't give enough money, he would definitely not teach her the best techniques. What's the point of learning then? No way, absolutely not. "Master, please wait a few more days, I'll ask my mom for some more when she comes back tomorrow and I'll make up the difference to you," Shui Mengyao pleaded in a low voice.

  "Ah, no, Master said it's enough, Master only wants four thousand, the old Taoist chuckled."

  "Really? Then I'll go get the money now, Master will wait for me here." Water Dream Jade exclaimed. The old Taoist nodded, and Water Dream Jade hurriedly ran back home.

  After Shui Mengyao left, the old Daoist became more and more delighted, finally unable to hold back his laughter. Suddenly, a gust of cool wind blew onto the back of his neck.

  Lao Dao, who had also cultivated some Taoist techniques, immediately sensed something unusual and hastily looked around, shouting loudly: "You dare to lay hands on your Tao grandfather? You're looking for death!"

  Guo Ming couldn't help but secretly laugh, originally thinking that this old Taoist was indeed a transcendent being from another world. However, after Guo Ming recovered his magical powers earlier, he had already seen through the fact that this person was actually just a beginner in cultivation, and the difference between them wasn't even on the same level. As for how he managed to summon purple energy, it was simply because he grasped some sort of secret technique, which was also something Guo Ming needed.

  Suddenly, the old Dao stumbled and was punched heavily, with blood gushing out of his nose like a fountain. The old Dao was thoroughly frightened this time, it was clear that the previous demon had not died, but instead became even more powerful. Alas, this was no longer something he could handle, without saying anything else, the wind whistled as the old Dao covered his nose and ran away frantically.

  Guo Ming smiled faintly and secretly followed him.

  Shuǐ Mèng Yáo held her bankbook and excitedly ran all the way, but where was the old Taoist's shadow now? Shuǐ Mèng Yáo suddenly felt a wave of loss in her heart, her beautiful eyes filled with tears, step by step she walked back the way she came.

  The old Taoist arrived at a dilapidated garbage dump, quickly opened the door of his hut and hid inside.

  Kuo Ming slipped in through a narrow opening, and upon looking around, it was no wonder that the old Taoist's clothes were so tattered. The entire room had only one bed and one table left, with what seemed to be his master's memorial tablet on the table. Apart from that, there was nothing else of value, unless you counted the broken incense burner. From the ashes on top, Kuo Ming could tell that it had been a long time since the old Taoist had any business.

  That old Taoist thief looked around cautiously, saw that there was nothing following him, and carefully took out a package from the head of the bed. He opened it layer by layer, and Guo Ming saw that he seemed to be very treasured, but in the end, it was a tattered and worn-out Taoist book. The old Taoist looked at it and scolded: "Ancestor, you bastard! You deceived me. You said that practicing this would allow me to ascend to immortality, but now I'm being chased by a monster and reduced to such a sorry state. This is the secret recipe you left behind? You want me to treasure it? Treasure my ass!" After finishing speaking, the old Taoist was so angry that he threw the book directly onto the ground and lay down to sleep.

  Guo Ming crouched down, and a pungent smell suddenly came over. Guo Ming couldn't help but wrinkle his brow. The three large seal characters on the book were still clearly visible: "Sheng Xian Jue". Guo Ming was overjoyed. The fact that this old Taoist could summon purple energy with such a minor technique showed that his sect was extraordinary.

  He hastily opened it and took a look, the first page made Guo Ming so angry that he wanted to curse his ancestors. The first page of the scripture was actually missing half of it, how could he cultivate with this? Who doesn't know that the first page is the opening chapter, which is the essence of the scripture? Now it's missing half, who dares to cultivate by himself? As he continued to flip through the pages, Guo Ming's face became increasingly ugly. Except for a few complete scriptures, most of them were either missing texts or pages. Guo Ming finally understood why that old Taoist scolded his ancestors, if he had an unscrupulous master, even he would have to curse him until his face was covered in peach blossoms.

  Guo Ming glanced at him and suddenly became drunk. Guo Ming smiled, holding the book that turned into a stream of water and flew away.

  Several hours later, Guo Ming returned the 10,000 yuan and the old Taoist book after copying down the formula. Throughout his life, Guo Ming never liked to take advantage of others, so the 10,000 yuan was also a form of compensation from him.

  He let out a gentle breath, and Guo Mingxi said: "That old Taoist's Fa jue Sheng Xian Jue is indeed an unparalleled divine technique. My current cultivation speed has increased by more than double. At this rate, I can reach the second layer in just over a year."

  A quiet night, with stars twinkling, Guo Ming walked in the campus, feeling sentimental. It had been a long time since he came here. After nearly a month of studying and practicing, Guo Ming had fully grasped all the knowledge from middle school. For him, there was no need to learn anything from middle school anymore. So, that afternoon, he bought some high school textbooks. Every year, there were one or two math problems that went beyond the outline, which were designed for top students. Guo Ming was no longer the little rascal he used to be. He had his own pursuits now, which was to study hard and not disappoint his parents again.

  Tonight is the announcement of the exam venue seat number, Guo Ming has no choice but to come.

  The classroom was in an uproar, with everyone excitedly chatting. For them, graduation was just around the corner, and this was the graduation exam. If they did well, they could be exempt from the entrance exam and directly admitted to a good school. However, there were only 20 such spots available in the entire school. But all the students knew that if they were exempt, they would not have the opportunity to take the college entrance exam and show off their talents at the county level. Therefore, top students absolutely did not want this spot.

  Graduation, only when thinking of these two words do students truly understand how fast time flies. Before, they may not have realized it, but now they discover that they have missed out on so many things. Some classmates who didn't get to confess their feelings are also secretly anxious.

  Shuǐ Mèng Yáo's face was flushed, just a moment ago she had rejected the 18th boy in her class. She opened her book and quietly read, but in fact her mind wasn't on the book at all, it had already drifted to the clouds.

  Tang Feng looked down at the nine roses on the table, his eyes flicking to Shui Meng Yao beside him, a dense love shining in his eyes. Almost all the students knew that Tang Feng liked Shui Meng Yao, but Tang Feng tactfully didn't break through this layer of window paper. But now he was anxious, if he waited until they went to No. 1 Middle School, his chances would be even slimmer. He had worked hard to get third place in the last exam, but he was still far behind Shui Meng Yao's score. No. 1 Middle School was a gathering of strong students, and he would only be drowned out by the geniuses there. If he didn't confess now, Tang Feng believed that he absolutely wouldn't have another chance in the future.

  Tang Feng stood up, pulled out nine roses from the table, and the whole class exclaimed in surprise. At this age in junior high school, confessing with roses is absolutely a minority, no girl doesn't like fresh flowers, let alone the queen of flowers - roses.

  Shui Mengyao stood up in a daze, at a loss for a moment. Tang Feng was one of her few male friends, and she had never expected him to confess his feelings in public today. She could laugh it off with others, but with Tang Feng, she couldn't immediately refuse, or it would hurt his heart too much.

  Tang Feng didn't immediately refuse, instead he became excited and said in a gentle voice: "Meng Yao, from the moment I first saw you, I've liked you. I like your smile, I like your melancholy, I like everything about you. Believe me, I will spend my whole life loving you well."

  After finishing speaking, Tang Feng handed out the rose in his hand and looked at Shui Mengyao with a gentle and affectionate gaze.

  The class suddenly burst into cheers and applause, with many people shouting: "Catch it! Catch it!"

  This made Shui Mengyao's cheeks even redder, and her head lowered even lower.

  Tang Feng is the most handsome boy in class, with excellent grades, always among the top three. If they could be together, it would absolutely be a perfect match, a heavenly combination. Although some boys and girls felt a little disappointed, they still cheered loudly.