Please pull the trigger for this world one more time.

"You little rascal, you even know the proper etiquette for becoming a disciple. That's thoughtful of you."

Seeing Mo Zian return to the cellar, Gui Haishuo's face showed a look of affection—he didn't think a child could give him anything, but he appreciated the sentiment.

Even a piece of candy is precious.

Seeing that Mo Zian insisted that they go down to take a look, he exchanged a glance with Feng Ye, then stopped being coy and stepped into the cellar.

Upon entering the cellar, what first caught Gui Haishuo's eye were the material shelves on both sides and the peculiar instrument table in the center—at this moment, he realized that the "kidnapped parents" the boy mentioned were probably not so simple.

A thoughtful look appeared in Gui Haishuo's eyes, but the next second, he was completely stunned.

"How...how did this get here?!"

His gaze was fixed on the bottle of silvery-white medicine on the table at the end of the cellar.

He recognized the medicine—

This potion is called "Creation Galaxy," meaning to seize the creation of heaven and earth and contain it within a small galaxy. It also has a nickname: "Return to Origin."

Its effects are also very simple: it completely improves physical condition, making one immune to all diseases and poisons, returning one to the state of a healthy newborn baby.

It's no exaggeration to say that unless you lose an arm or a leg and the original parts can't be found, even deafness and blindness are not a problem.

That was something he had once imagined in his dreams—a wise man had once told him which things might be able to heal Maple Leaf's body, including the [Creation Galaxy].

A strong sense of suffocation instantly assaulted Gui Haishuo's senses. This suffocation did not come from fear or tension, but from an instant of extreme joy and excitement.

At this moment, Gui Haishuo could hear no sound, feel nothing; the powerful sensory abilities of an enlightened being vanished without a trace.

All he could hear was the heavy, rapid beating of his heart, and all he could see was the bottle of silvery-white medicine.

The maple leaves behind him stood still like a sculpture, and two lines of tears slid down her face unconsciously.

"Master...Master!"

Mo Zian's childish voice brought Gui Haishuo back to his senses. He watched as Mo Zian walked to the table, pointed to the medicine on the table, and said, "This was left to me by my parents. I don't know what it's for, but it looks quite magical to me."

"You and my master's wife saved me and promised to teach me cultivation; this is my way of repaying you."

As Mo Zian spoke, he slowly picked up the bottle and walked towards Gui Haishuo. Gui Haishuo's gaze was fixed on the potion, and with each step closer to him, Gui Haishuo's breathing became heavier.

In the end, when the medicine landed in Gui Haishuo's hands, he even forgot how he reached out to catch it.

A heavy weight pressed down on Gui Haishuo's palms, causing him to instinctively cup them with both hands.

His past experiences, upbringing, and tempered character were all suppressed by that weight at this moment. He couldn't utter a word of refusal, nor could he push the medicine in his hand even an inch further.

But then he felt the medicine in his hand getting heavier and heavier, so heavy that his hand trembled slightly, so heavy that he couldn't move an inch.

Something seemed to whisper in his ear, telling him to quickly accept the potion, but something firm within him held his feet and hands firmly rooted to the spot.

The entire process, from Mo Zian walking over from the other side of the table to handing him the medicine, took no more than two minutes, but to Gui Haishuo it felt like an eternity.

He recalled all his experiences along the way, like a movie rewinding, all the way to that day 32 years ago when he left alone the deep mansion he had sworn never to return to, with only five silver dollars, a long knife, and a hunting rifle.

And the vow left behind—

He Guihaishuo will never be a person who acts against his conscience, deceives others, kills his heart, or is black-hearted!

The vows he had made seemed to echo in his ears. At this moment, Gui Haishuo suddenly woke up—what was wrong with him?

As Gui Haishuo gradually came to his senses, his gaze turned to Mo Zian in front of him.

At this moment, the boy in front of him was still staring at him with bright eyes, his face still showing a trace of childlike innocence and confusion, but Gui Haishuo suddenly had a strange feeling—

Although the two were very close, the thin sliver of darkness between them acted as a chasm, clearly separating them!

Gui Haishuo took a deep breath and steadied himself.

"Child, do you know... what this potion is?"

Gui Haishuo's voice was still trembling. He didn't give Mo Zian a chance to answer, but instead blurted out everything he knew about the [Creation Galaxy].

As Mo Zian listened, a subtle smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, he also noticed the maple leaves behind Gui Haishuo—

His master's wife was already in tears, but strangely, even so, there was not a trace of expression on her face.

At this moment, Mo Zian finally realized that his master's wife was not emotionally indifferent, nor was she really a taciturn person. She had probably experienced something that ordinary people could hardly imagine.

He finally understood why he and his wife had lost their composure when they saw the [Creation Galaxy] – this thing could cure infertility, a path he had never imagined.

Gui Haishuo squatted down and looked directly into Mo Zian's eyes, saying, "Zian, your master's wife and I have no children. Over the years... we have actually given up, but this thing can definitely change this situation, so I can't say a word of refusal."

You accept this apprenticeship gift.

Thank you. You've made me realize that it's always good to do more good deeds.

However, as you can see, this is such a big bottle; even Master and Mistress couldn't finish it, so there's a share for you too.

After saying this, Gui Haishuo suddenly felt a sense of relief throughout his body. The heavy weight in his hands disappeared instantly, and even his body seemed to become lighter.

At that moment, the invisible chasm between him and Mo Zi'an shattered and vanished without a trace.

Gui Haishuo smiled broadly, then spoke with a slightly serious tone.

"Child, you may not yet realize the value of this thing, but you must promise your master that you will never utter a single word about the [Creation Galaxy]! Do not tell anyone! This could bring great disaster upon you and me! Understand? Promise your master."

"Um!"

Mo Zian nodded vigorously, then scratched his head and said, "You told me so much, but I didn't remember much. Actually, you just need to tell me to keep my mouth shut..."

"No."

Gui Haishuo shook his head firmly, "Throughout my life, I've lived by the principle of honesty and clear conscience; that's the most important thing!"

Wow!

Mo Zian clapped his little hands again, "Learning from Master!"

"Ahem... Well, leading by example, setting a good example... Hmm?"

Mo Zian tugged at Gui Haishuo's sleeve: "Master, Master, how many beautiful women have you ever seen, Master's wife?"

Gui Haishuo was about to answer when he realized the question wasn't so simple...

Hiss... the traitor!

……

Mo Zian covered the new bump on his head, climbed out of the cellar, and felt cheerful.

Gui Haishuo, clutching the new bruise on his lower back and eye, climbed out of the cellar, in a cheerful mood.

Mo Zian was in a good mood because what Gui Haishuo said was almost identical to what his parents had left him on the note—this was not just a matter of saving the copy he had set aside beforehand.

There are many principled people, but few can maintain their principles when faced with significant interests.

Mo Zian understood that one should not easily test human nature, but since he would be spending a lot of time with the other party, it was best to be aware of the situation.

Moreover, a common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime.

He's only a few years old, so he probably can't hold onto such a treasure. It's better to just give it away. Even if the test doesn't go well, the other party has already gotten the treasure, so at least it's unlikely to be detrimental to him.

Moreover, by then the debt of saving my life will be settled, and I will be spared the obligation of doing someone a favor.

Gui Haishuo was in a good mood because if Maple Leaf's constitution could truly improve, then they would really have a chance to have a child of their own, and this child might be more than just a blood relative to them—

Having reached the level of [Spirit Warrior], his lifespan is much longer than that of ordinary humans. Gui Haishuo looks to be in his early 30s, but he is actually over 60.

After decades of wandering, their footprints have covered the entire continent of Shenzhu, visiting almost all the countries of the two major races, humans and elves.

Having seen the world, gained some fame in their circles, and had no shortage of money, their two teammates chose to settle down in the imperial capital, Guangwu City, after having children, while he and Maple Leaf continued to wander the world.

Is this so-called carefree attitude a form of not compromising with oneself, or an escape from reality?

Although his indifference was not a lie, how many people in this world are truly open-minded and carefree, but are actually just forced into it by circumstances?

These are questions that Gui Haishuo had never dared to ask himself in the past.

His gaze involuntarily fell on Mo Zian—

When Munan Town was engulfed in war, he and Maple Leaf happened to be nearby. Although they intervened in the battle immediately, they mainly targeted those of the same rank in Chen Huan's army.

When he arrived, the garrison in the courtyard had just been wiped out.

They did not make a move.

Because there were no other Guangwu garrison troops nearby to provide support, if they made a move, they would likely be stuck in the courtyard by a continuous stream of Chenhuan people.

Moreover, for them, killing a few high-ranking Chenhuan cultivators would bring substantial benefits from the military, while killing ordinary Chenhuan soldiers would be a thankless and exhausting task.

After years of working as a freelance mercenary, seeking advantage and avoiding harm had become second nature to him.

But when another line of fire shot out from the burning house, Gui Haishuo felt as if something had struck his heart.

When he discovered that the last survivor resisting the flames was a boy, Gui Haishuo felt that the fire wasn't burning the boy, but himself, searing his flesh with excruciating pain...

It was a flame called shame.

In conclusion, both the master and the apprentice had their own reflections.

In conclusion, both master and disciple were very happy.

As for the new wounds on the master and apprentice, neither of them paid any attention to them—were they wounds? They were men's medals.

Is it a big deal? No, it's not a big deal.