57: Chapter 29: Kongming Bestows a Treasure_3 57: Chapter 29: Kongming Bestows a Treasure_3 “Ah,” Ningning Mu spoke earnestly, “how can it be considered taking when it’s given by my senior brother?
You’re being too formal, senior brother!”
Li Ping’an didn’t pay attention to her, and took out the brocade box his father had given him.
He retrieved the Divine Cloth and examined it closely before his face.
Ningning Mu curiously leaned over and after looking for a while without understanding anything, she sat back in the lounge chair and continued to stare blankly at Li Ping’an.
“When do you plan to find a Dao companion?”
“After becoming an Immortal.”
Ningning Mu was somewhat puzzled, “Why do you have to wait until you become an Immortal?”
“First, you need to understand what a Dao companion is.”
Li Ping’an put away the Divine Cloth and spoke with a heavy heart:
“In a broad sense, a Dao companion is a being who cultivates together, now it often refers to Qi Cultivators who have become husband and wife.
“Regarding the latter, first, I must keep my Dao Body undamaged until I achieve immortality.
My own start was difficult, and now that I’ve just begun to gain momentum, I can’t afford any interruptions.
“Second, a Dao companion would distract me from my own cultivation and affect my comprehension of The Great Dao.
“The relationship between Dao companions is like a basin of delicate Immortal grass that you have to constantly maintain.
Over the long days of cultivation, it’s easy for both sides to grow weary of each other, so…
it’s most important not to tire of looking at each other.”
Ningning Mu’s pretty face turned slightly red as she asked softly, “How can one not tire of looking at each other?”
Li Ping’an frowned and said, “Why do you have so many questions at such a young age?”
“I’m already seventeen this year, I could be married off in the mundane world!”
“The mundane world is the mundane world, the Immortal sects are the Immortal sects.”
Li Ping’an fumbled in his bosom for a while and took out a book, passing it to Ningning Mu.
“Here, this is part of a True Immortal from our sect’s enlightenment on cultivation, you may gain something from it.”
“Alright, thank you, senior brother.”
Ningning Mu raised her hand to tidy her hair, took the book, and flipped through it casually, aware that Senior Brother Ping’an was deliberately changing the subject.
Li Ping’an didn’t know if she was actually reading or not, but he continued to concentrate on the remnants of Dao Charm on the Divine Cloth.
The owner of this Dao Charm was unknown, but certainly a figure of Great Power; the Dao Charm was intricate yet simple, containing endless mysteries.
‘Why did Master Kongming bestow this item upon me?’
Li Ping’an was truly uncertain.
Ningning Mu had played around for the better part of the day and only when Qing Su the Immortal returned, did she take the book of enlightenment given by Li Ping’an and bade farewell to leave.
Li Ping’an stood up and made a Daoist salute, “Master, you’ve returned.”
“Hmm,” Qing Su stared at Li Ping’an for a while, her eyes filled with contemplation.
Li Ping’an was somewhat puzzled, “Master, what’s wrong?”
“The disciple martial arts competition is coming up soon, and you’re only at the Condensing Light Realm.”
Qing Su walked around Li Ping’an with her hands behind her back, showing some hesitation in her eyes before asking:
“Are you going to participate?”
Li Ping’an smiled, “If Master instructs this disciple to go, I will try.
If Master doesn’t, I will stay and cultivate.”
“Then you go,” Qing Su said, “You’ll get a lot, a lot of Spirit Stones after the competition.”
Li Ping’an blinked and asked in a low voice, “Master, may I ask, what place did you achieve back in your day?”
“First on the Heavenly List.”
“Your disciple has only been cultivating for three years…”
“I was thirteen back then.”
Li Ping’an instantly fell silent.
Qing Su pondered for a moment, then solemnly and properly patted Li Ping’an on the shoulder, saying:
“Your realm is too low, placing in the top fifty of the Heavenly List will suffice; even if you don’t, it doesn’t matter, your master will properly teach you Magical Combat afterward.”
“Your disciple obeys.”
Li Ping’an’s response was listless, and he temporarily lost the mood to cook to honor his master.
Qing Su put her hands behind her back, remembering her seniors’ and juniors’ admonitions, she puffed up her chest, raised her head, and with firm and decisive steps, walked towards her own bedroom.
[The dignity of a master].