Xiuxian: I use magnetic fields to prove my truth

Chapter 145 Snare
Upon hearing that their senior brother had returned, several of their closest junior brothers and sisters all rushed to visit him early the next morning.

Zhou Qing had only been gone for half a month, so naturally they didn't miss him that much. Their visit was just a pretext; they mainly wanted him to tell them about things outside the sect.

Not to mention disciples who come from the mortal world, even disciples from affiliated families have never had the opportunity to travel, and their knowledge of the cultivation world comes entirely from the stories told by their predecessors.

The stories told by the older generation naturally felt more intimate to them than those told by their peers.

Zhou Qing didn't think his trip was anything special, but since they were interested, he had no choice but to give a general account.

He focused on the matter of dealing with Wu Jinwei, which was quite eventful, and his junior classmates listened with great interest.

Even the senior disciples found it difficult, but the eldest brother solved it easily, which made the junior disciples admire him even more.

Around noon, after hearing the story, everyone left Zhou Qing's house.

Wei Kuang pondered the story his senior brother had just told him with longing, thinking to himself that he wondered when he would be able to leave the sect, travel the world on his own, outwit and outmaneuver his cunning adversaries, and finally defeat them all.

Just as he stepped outside his courtyard, Wei Kuang suddenly stopped, a look of surprise on his face.

A gentle woman stood outside his courtyard gate, looking at him with a smile in her eyes.

Wei Kuang hurriedly stepped forward, exclaiming in surprise, "Auntie, what are you doing here?"

The woman smiled and said, "Elder Jin has something to discuss with the old man. The old man knows I miss you too, so he asked me to come and see you."

As she spoke, she looked Wei Kuang up and down and laughed, "You've grown taller again. The last time I saw you, you were about the same height as me, but now you're half a head taller than me."

"I wonder if the clothes I made for you fit well."

Wei Kuang laughed and said, "Auntie, there's no need for such trouble. The sect makes clothes tailored to each disciple."

"Yes."

The woman retorted, "Now that you have the sect's clothes, you don't care about your own clothes anymore."

Wei Kuang hurriedly said, "I didn't mean that."

puff!

The woman laughed and said, "You're still easily amused. The sect's clothes can never compare to those made by your own family."

As she spoke, she handed several exquisitely made outfits to Wei Kuang and said, "Try them on quickly."

Wei Kuang nodded happily, opened the courtyard gate, invited his aunt inside, and then went to his bedroom to change his clothes.

After changing his clothes, he first looked himself over in the bronze mirror.

It was a white robe embroidered with slender bamboo leaves arranged in a staggered pattern.

Not only are they comfortable to wear, but they also perfectly complement his extraordinary temperament.

Over the years, only the clothes made by my aunt have achieved this effect.

Thinking of his aunt's care over the years, Wei Kuang felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

His grandfather, Wei Jing, and his father, Wei Bing, were both guards of the mines for their sect when they encountered an invasion by foreign enemies. They fought bravely to the death, and his mother also died of grief. Wei Kuang was only two years old at the time.

His aunt raised him from childhood and gave him love. In his heart, his aunt was no different from his mother.

Wei Kuang walked out of the bedroom.

The woman nodded in satisfaction and smiled, "He's grown into a handsome young man, no longer the little boy he used to be."

"Have you taken a fancy to any of the fairies?"

Wei Kuang said proudly, "We cultivators should keep the Great Dao in our hearts, how can we be concerned with romantic love?"

The woman laughed and said, "How can romantic love affect cultivation? Which of our ancestors in the Wei family has ever abandoned romantic love, yet they still cultivated the Dao." Wei Kuang shook his head and said, "Originally, I didn't think so either, but even someone like our senior brother regards romantic love as a ferocious beast. There must be great harm involved, so I'd better not get involved."

Senior brother?
The woman asked curiously, "Is it that Zhou Qing? Is he really that amazing, even more so than you?"

She had heard about Wei Kuang's failure to be selected as the senior disciple, and she had even cried for him at home.

She knew how much Wei Kuang longed for this position, and now that he hadn't gotten it, he must be heartbroken and disappointed.

But seeing the natural admiration in his tone when he talked about his senior brother, it was clear that the young man named Zhou Qing had truly won over his proud nephew.

This is truly a case of the sun rising in the west.

Wei Kuang asked curiously, "Auntie, you've also heard of Senior Brother's name?"

The woman smiled and said, "Yesterday, when the people from the sect went to see the old man, they seemed to mention this name during their conversation, so I have some recollection of it."

The people sent by Jin Mang mentioned the eldest brother to the old man, but no one knew why.

Wei Kuang had some doubts, but they were quickly dispelled by the warmth he felt when he was with his aunt.

The two were chatting about everyday things since they last met when someone suddenly knocked on the courtyard gate.

When Wei Kuang went to check, he found it was a servant from the Transmission Hall. He asked him to go to the Transmission Hall to meet Jin Mang.

Wei Kuang immediately set off for Qingyun Mountain with his aunt.

Although the woman's cultivation had long since stopped, she was still a cultivator at the third level of Qi Refining. The two chatted and laughed, their steps light and quick, and soon they arrived at Elder Jinmang's courtyard.

Wei Kuang met the old man, Wei Xing, in the courtyard.

Wei Xing is the current head of the Wei family and the younger brother of Wei Kuang's grandfather.

When the two brothers first entered the Qingyun Sect, Wei Jing, who was more talented, stayed in the sect, while Wei Xing returned to the Wei family to inherit the family business.

Wei Kuang respectfully kowtowed to the old man and said, "Greetings, sir!"

Wei Xing helped him up, looked at him with satisfaction, and said, "My precious son has arrived."

He looked Wei Kuang up and down for a moment, then said, "Elder Jinmang is waiting for you inside. He has something to tell you, so don't disappoint him."

Elder Jinmang, do you have any instructions?
Wei Kuang was surprised and thought to himself, given the relationship between Elder Jinmang and himself, he could just say what he wanted to say, so why did he have to call the old man over?

For some reason, he suddenly felt uneasy.

Wei Kuang entered Elder Jinmang's study and saw the elder sitting in his beloved hazelwood armchair, waiting for him.

He quickly stepped forward and respectfully asked, "Elder, is there anything you wish to instruct your disciple?"

Jin Mang nodded and said, "I need you to do something for me today. This matter is beneficial to the sect, but it may be difficult for you to accept your own beliefs, so I am in a dilemma."

Wei Kuang smiled and said, "I have always regarded the affairs of the sect as my own. Since it is beneficial to the sect, how could I find it difficult to accept?"

"Elder, just give the orders."

Jin Mang nodded in satisfaction and said, "It's good that you think that way."

"I heard that you've been working with Zhou Qing to inscribe talismans recently. I'd like you to write them down for me from memory."

Wei Kuang was terrified and looked at Elder Jinmang in disbelief, saying, "I don't quite understand what Elder means."

Jin Mang said, "I know it's hard for you to accept, but things in this world are often not black and white. You may think this is a wrong thing, but for the sect, it's a good thing."

(End of this chapter)