Zhu Xian: Get ten times the talent, the sword opens the gate of heaven

Zhang Xiaofan looked at the strange-looking Grand Wizard and Tu Magu, and immediately asked:

"Why are you two staring at me like that?"

The high wizard glanced into the sacred tower with his cloudy eyes. The tower was a labyrinthine maze, but he saw nothing there. He then asked:

"Master Zhang, you've spent these past ten days and nights with the witch goddess. May I ask... may I ask what happened?"

Tu Magu stared blankly at Zhang Xiaofan, wanting to know if the witch goddess and Zhang Xiaofan had anything going on...

Zhang Xiaofan put his hands behind his back, looked at the Grand Wizard, and said:
"Great Wizard, I never expected you to be so gossipy at your age."

"Could it be that you're still an old man, who hasn't been around for hundreds of years?"

"Ahem!" The great wizard coughed twice, his old face flushing as he said:

"As the Grand Wizard of the Jin Clan, I have dedicated my entire life to the Jin Clan. For hundreds of years, I have spent my days and nights with the Holy Tower and the Heavenly Dog."

"Therefore, I have never been interested in anything related to fish."

"Never interested?" Zhang Xiaofan murmured, his gaze slowly shifting downwards, and said:

"Could it be that you prefer men?"

"What?" The great wizard was startled, quickly shook his head, and said:

“Master Zhang, you can’t say such things carelessly. I am of normal sexual orientation. I have just dedicated my life to the Jin Clan. I am a normal man and I like women.”

"If you like women, why are you still an old man after hundreds of years..." Zhang Xiaofan's blood-red demonic markings opened on his forehead, his gaze slowly shifting downwards. After observing for a few moments, he suddenly realized:

"Haha, so you're just like my adopted son, Xiao Liu, actually..."

"However, Xiao Liu was formed later in life. He was severely injured by the Nine Cold Ice Thorn and had enjoyed happiness for hundreds of years."

"And you, Great Wizard, you are a castrated man!"

"Nonsense!" The high wizard suddenly glared at Zhang Xiaofan, his beard bristling and eyes wide with anger.

"This is slander, do you understand what slander is?"

At this point, the high wizard quickly looked at Tu Magu beside him and said:
"Tu Magu, do you think Zhang Zhenren is framing me?"

“Uh…” Tu Magu let out a sound. He finally understood why the great wizard had such a high status and was still handsome in middle age, but why he never had any contact with women.

Moreover, why not leave offspring but instead adopt and raise him?

So it turns out that the great wizard was a eunuch, unable to have sex, which is why... Thinking about it this way, everything makes sense.

However, although Tu Magu was already certain in his heart that the Grand Wizard was the eunuch, he still remained calm and answered the Grand Wizard's question without changing his expression:
“Great Wizard, you are not a castrated man; you were once a strong and upright man.”

Upon hearing this, the Great Wizard looked at Tu Magu with appreciation, nodded, and thought to himself that he was indeed worthy of being the person he had raised to become the clan leader.

He lies through his teeth without batting an eye; he has an incredibly thick skin.

Only in this way can one be resourceful, strategize effectively, and manage the Jin clan better.

Thinking of this, the great wizard looked at Zhang Xiaofan, puffed out his chest, and said:

"See, Tu Magu can testify that I am not a naturally eunuch."

"Can Tu Magu testify?" Zhang Xiaofan looked at the Grand Wizard, then at Tu Magu, his gaze sweeping over the two of them from time to time, before exclaiming with sudden realization:

"I see, I see, I see. You actually like Tu Magu."

"Ah?" The high priest exclaimed in surprise, his face showing alarm. How did things get so awkward, even more so than those of a eunuch?

In his excitement, the high wizard stared at Zhang Xiaofan and said urgently:
"I don't like the idea of ​​'drawing a muscular husk' (a metaphor for something going wrong)."

"No, you just like to use 'painful bones' (a metaphor for groping or pricking someone), otherwise show me the evidence."

Upon hearing this, the high wizard said urgently:
"I don't like Tu Magu, I don't like Tu Magu, because I am a born eunuch..."

At this point, the great wizard suddenly shuddered, looked at Zhang Xiaofan who had a half-smile, and said, "Alright, you win. But don't tell anyone, or I'll lose face."

"I understand, I understand." Zhang Xiaofan nodded, his gaze falling on the hundred jars of strong liquor behind Tu Magu.

Upon seeing this, Tu Magu immediately said:

"This is the strongest liquor of our Jin tribe. However, there are a hundred jars of this liquor. How did you manage to bring it back to the Central Plains?"

"How about I arrange for a few dozen of my people to use oxcarts to transport the strong liquor back to the Central Plains for you?"

"No need!" Zhang Xiaofan waved his hand, his gaze falling on the neatly arranged hundred jars of strong liquor, and suddenly said:

"The universe is in your sleeves!"

Tu Magu saw that Zhang Xiaofan waved his sleeve, and the hundred jars of strong liquor on the ground suddenly floated towards Zhang Xiaofan.

While floating in the air, it rapidly shrank in size and eventually entered Zhang Xiaofan's sleeve.

"Hiss!" Tu Magu hissed in surprise, his face filled with shock as he stared intently at Zhang Xiaofan's sleeve, unable to understand how the hundred jars of strong liquor had entered Zhang Xiaofan's small sleeve.

Moreover, no matter how Zhang Xiaofan moved, the hundred jars of strong liquor never fell out of his sleeves.

Puzzled, Tu Magu asked curiously:
“Master Zhang, how did such a large pile of hundreds of jars of strong liquor manage to fit into your small sleeve without falling out?”

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaofan replied:

"This is the secret of the sleeve that I have come to understand. Although it is only a small sleeve, it can hold a hundred jars of strong liquor."

Upon hearing this, Tu Magu suddenly realized and said:

"So that's how it is. The Taoist arts of the Central Plains are indeed mysterious and unpredictable."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaofan also said:
"The ancient witchcraft of the Wu tribe is indeed extraordinary."

"Alright, I have to go now. See you again sometime!"

Zhang Xiaofan said something and slightly raised his palm.

The next moment, a flash of blood appeared, and the Blood Soul Sword emerged from the palm of the hand and flew forward.

Zhang Xiaofan lightly leaped onto the Blood Soul Sword, transforming into a streak of blood light and disappearing into the open ground.

Zhang Xiaofan has now reached the Taiqing Perfection and is proficient in many Taoist, Buddhist, and witchcraft methods. Therefore, he arrived in the Central Plains in just one hour by flying on his sword.

Suddenly, Zhang Xiaofan looked down at a tea stall where several people were sitting.

Two or three of the figures were very familiar; they were Jin Ping'er, Xiao Huan, and Zhou Yixian.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Xiaofan immediately flew and landed inside the tea stall.

As soon as she landed, Xiao Huan noticed someone coming to the tea stall.

But when she looked up, her eyes lit up with joy. She quickly ran to Zhang Xiaofan and jumped up.

Seeing Xiao Huan jump towards him, Zhang Xiaofan quickly opened his arms and caught her, saying:
"You're so old, why do you still want me?"

"Hehe..." Xiao Huan giggled, her face full of excitement:

"I don't know. I only know that when I look at Brother Xiaofan, I want to grow old slowly with him."

Zhang Xiaofan understood Xiao Huan's words, but still didn't react. After all, Xiao Huan was still young, unless she grew a few more years.

Zhang Xiaofan gently put Xiao Huan down, then looked at Zhou Yixian, cupped his hands in a respectful bow, and said:

"Senior, how have you been?"

(End of this chapter)