Under One Person: From Nascent Soul to Great Sacred Body

"Here, this is a portrait. Take a look and see how well it can be done."

"If there's anything that needs to be resolved, just let me know."

Thereupon, Yuan Jingui displayed the portrait in his hand to Liu, the dough figurine maker.

The portrait depicts a boy of about six years old, wearing a yellow jacket and sporting a long braid.

"What are you going to do?"

Looking at the child in the picture, Liu the Clay Figurine's pupils shrank involuntarily.

Although it was the end of a dynasty, for most people, imperial power was ingrained in their very being.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 112 People Born with Black Eyes

"Grand Master Gu, farewell."

The next day, Jingming, along with Liu Mang and the others, bid farewell to the Great Gu Master. Zhang Zhiwei accompanied him for part of the journey.

"Tsk, the falling flowers are willing, but the flowing water is heartless."

Seeing the Miao girl named Shufen's reluctance to part with Jingming, Zhang Zhiwei couldn't help but tease Jingming.

"They're all still young, they don't understand love or anything like that."

"When the time comes, you'll forget about it."

Jingming, who was standing next to Zhang Zhiwei, glanced at Zhang Zhiwei and then spoke.

"Tsk, you figure this out yourself."

"I'm just reminding you."

"Sometimes, being too good-looking isn't necessarily a good thing."

Zhang Zhiwei shook his head, flicked his sleeves, and sped up to overtake Jingming.

"There's nothing I can do. This physical body was given to me by my parents. I can't just blend in with the world just to be like you, Master Zhang, can I?"

Watching Zhang Zhiwei's retreating figure, Jingming spoke methodically.

"Hehe, you say you're right."

"Alright, I still have to deal with things in Liujia Village, so I won't talk to you anymore."

"See you soon."

Zhang Zhiwei waved his hand and quickly walked out of Jingming's sight.

"Sect Leader, this brat is acting all arrogant. Should I teach him a lesson?"

Liu Mang rolled up his sleeves and came to Jingming's side, speaking in a low voice.

"You can't beat him."

Jingming glanced at Liu Mang and shook his head slightly.

Zhang Zhiwei, who has mastered thunder magic, has surpassed the vast majority of cultivators, and Liu Mang is among those who have been surpassed.

"The sect leader wants to boost the morale of others and diminish his own prestige."

Upon hearing Jingming's words, Liu Mang's eyes widened, and he said defiantly.

"Then you can catch up with Zhang Zhiwei and fight him."

"But let me make this clear beforehand: if he kills you, I will not avenge you."

Jingming glanced at Liu Mang and raised an eyebrow as he spoke.

"I"

Liu Mang choked on his words, unsure of what to say.

“Cultivation is not about blindly showing off strength and fighting.”

Jingming glanced at Liu Mang, then turned his gaze to Wang Yaozu.

"Teacher, which route should we take to Wuchang next?"

"If you want to get there quickly, take the waterway, go from the Xiang River into the Yangtze River, and you can get to Wuchang in a short time."

Wang Yaozu stroked his beard, squinted his eyes, and nodded slightly as he spoke.

"Alright, then we'll listen to the teacher and take the waterway."

Jingming nodded slightly and walked towards a certain dock.

"Boatman, three silver dollars, to Wuchang."

Zhang Yaozu stepped in and found a large passenger ship, then directly quoted a price.

"Claws? Three silver dollars?!"

The boatman who was soliciting passengers to cross the river suddenly turned around when he heard Wang Yaozu's words.

"where are you going?"

The boatman then asked Wang Yaozu about his destination.

Wuchang.

Wang Yaozu stroked his beard and began to speak.

"To Wuchang?"

"That's too far. We'd have to go into the Yangtze River, and my boat can't withstand the waves there."

Upon hearing Wang Yaozu's destination, the boatman's smile vanished, and he said with a regretful expression.

His boat is very stable on small rivers and streams, but it can't withstand strong winds and waves on large rivers and streams.

"Does the boatman know where there are boats going to or near Wuchang?"

Wang Yaozu wasn't angry; he still asked in a gentle voice.

Since taking Jingming as his disciple, his temper has become much more restrained.

I've almost never argued with anyone!

"Well, sir, let me think about it."

The boatman beamed as he saw the three copper coins Wang Yaozu handed him, then pointed to a row of large boats on the dock.

"I heard that the caravan is going to pass through Wuhan, but I don't know if it's true."

"Sir, you can go and ask."

"However, the leader of that fleet was a foreigner, and he didn't seem very easy to talk to."

At this point, the boatman couldn't help but shrink back.

Foreigners were considered superior at this time.

"Foreigners?"

Upon hearing the boatman's words, Wang Yaozu frowned. A few days ago, he and his beloved apprentice had burned down a foreigner's dock.

"Thank you."

Wang Yaozu cupped his hands in greeting and then went back to join Jingming and the others.

"A foreign fleet?"

"Let's go ask first."

Jingming knew what Wang Yaozu was worried about, but he didn't take it to heart.

Foreigners also have their own feuds, and besides, their appearance hasn't been revealed.

"Then let's go ask them."

Wang Yaozu nodded, and then led Jingming and the others toward the fleet.

How many of you are there in total?

The person talking to Wang Yaozu was a Chinese man, a Chinese man who had shaved his queue, was wearing a long gown, and was wearing glasses.

There were thirteen people in total.

Wang Yaozu stretched out his finger and gestured in front of the man.

"One silver dollar per person, sir, what do you think?"

The captain adjusted his glasses, glanced at Jingming and the others behind Wang Yaozu, and spoke.

Wang Yaozu's group included the elderly, women, and children, so he wasn't too worried.

Especially Jingming, who was surrounded in the center, with her delicate skin and tender flesh, she looked like someone's precious darling.

"One silver dollar per person, isn't that a bit too much?"

Upon hearing the captain's words, Wang Yaozu's eyelids twitched, and then he spoke.

Thirteen silver dollars. If this had happened before, and the other party had been so blatantly trying to rip him off, he would have lost all the goods on that ship.