Under One Person: Starting with the Dual Cultivation of Body and Soul

When he first downloaded it, Lü Ci didn't know how to use the software and had to ask his granddaughter Lü Huan for help before he gradually figured it out.

Zhang Zhiwei was the top contact in Lü Ci's friend list.

Although Zhang Zhiwei's style of doing things was not very steady and was quite different from the traditional image of a celestial master, Lü Ci didn't care at all. He thought this was the style of a strong person.

There's nothing he can do; after all, Old Lu has always admired the strong the most in his life.

The old master is also the most outstanding person in the world, the kind who has been strong since childhood.

He still remembered the scene at the Lu family compound, when he first met the Old Celestial Master and the Old Celestial Master slapped Lu Jin until she cried. That scene had a tremendous impact on him, the young father.

How can a person be so awesome?

Since then, he has held the Celestial Master in even greater reverence and often thinks that it would be great if the Celestial Master's surname was Lü and he were a member of the Lü family.

If that were the case, he would be willing to give up the position of head of the Lü family and serve them on his knees every day.

Therefore, Lü Ci would check all the random posts and diaries that the Old Master posted on his social media every day.

But he never gave a thumbs up. Old Lu also had his pride, and he wouldn't do anything like flattery.

The Old Celestial Master is the kind of person who floods his WeChat Moments with posts, often posting a whole bunch of things that pushed down Lu Jin's post. Lu Ci didn't even see Lu Jin's post, but he did see the Old Celestial Master's repost of Lu Jin's post about holding a disciple-acceptance banquet.

Looking at the screen, Lü Ci murmured to himself:

"Making such a big show of it, Old Lu didn't even have a big celebration for his 80th birthday, but now he's making such a big fuss about taking on a disciple."

"Those who know understand it's just accepting apprentices; those who don't might think the Lu family is choosing a new patriarch!"

"What makes this kid named Li Chang'an so special?"

While I was pondering this.

There was a knock on the door outside.

"Come in."

A young man in his thirties walked in, bowed, and said:

"Seventh Grandfather, the Lu family has sent people to deliver invitations."

"Okay, just have him put the invitation down."

Lu Ci waved his hand, showing no intention of receiving the guest.

He continued scrolling through his phone, muttering to himself:

"According to the information from Fatty's side, the most outstanding among the younger generation of the Lu family is that boy named Lu Lin."

"To have mastered the three levels of reverse life at such a young age, he is a rare genius."

"Now another apprentice named Li Chang'an has appeared. The Lu family is certainly thriving."

Lu Ci sighed, a shadow crossing his single eye:

"Sigh, what's wrong with our Lü family? Why can't the younger generation stand up for themselves? Each one of them is worse than the last."

"Those methods, they've never been complete..."

Meanwhile, in a courtyard, there were artificial hills and flowing water, pavilions and towers, and exotic flowers and plants, all arranged in an extremely elegant manner.

This is the residence of the Wang family, one of the four great families.

Wang Ai, the head of the Wang family, was a chubby old man who leaned on a cane. Although he often smiled, his face was by no means kind.

If Lu Ci's first impression is that he is a cold-faced tiger who is not to be trifled with.

Wang Ai's first impression is that he is a smiling tiger who is not to be trifled with.

Although Wang Ai also installed the Penguin Chat software, unlike Lü Ci, he had no interest in the messy daily life that Zhang Zhiwei shared.

Rather than surfing the internet, he preferred to ponder the power struggles within the industry, strategize how to secure more benefits for the Wang family, or take his beloved grandson out for food, drink, and entertainment.

Looking at the invitation in his hand, Wang Ai fell into deep thought. The four families had been friends for thousands of years, and it was no exaggeration to say that they were like brothers.

But in the end, it still comes down to that saying: I'm afraid my brother is struggling financially, and I'm also afraid he'll be driving a Land Rover. My brother can be awesome, but he can't be more awesome than me, at least not by much.

"This guy surnamed Li..."

As Wang Ai was pondering, the door was pushed open with a "bang".

His thoughts were interrupted, and Wang Ai frowned, about to fly into a rage. He hated it when anyone disturbed him while he was thinking.

But upon seeing who it was, his brows instantly relaxed.

Because the person who barged in was his most beloved grandson, Wang Bing.

"Grandpa! I want to buy that latest sports car!"

Wang shouted loudly.

As her name suggests, Wang Airen was very kind to her grandson.

As soon as Wang Bing arrived, he tossed the invitation aside. What was this apprenticeship banquet, what was this Li Chang'an, Zhang Chang'an? In his eyes, none of them mattered as much as a hair on his precious grandson's head.

Wang Ai greeted him with a beaming smile, her chubby face scrunched up in a ball.

"Oh, my darling! Grandpa's here! Grandpa's here! It's just a sports car, buy it! Buy it all! Whatever my precious grandson wants, even if it's the stars in the sky, Grandpa will pluck them down for you!"

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As the Lu family's invitations were widely distributed.

The leaders of various sects, including Wuhou Sect, Wudang Mountain, Huode Sect, Liuyun Sword Sect, and Baiyun Temple, received invitations one after another.

While most of the supernatural community was discussing Lu Jin's high-profile acceptance of a disciple.

Li Chang'an, the protagonist of this incident, is still cultivating in an orderly manner.

He meditated, read books, and practiced swordsmanship.

Life remained as calm as still water, seemingly unaffected by the clamor of the outside world.

Li Chang'an's otherworldly aura grew stronger with each day of quiet meditation.

In the past few days, Li Chang'an has also made some progress in refining the eight-sided Han sword.

It became increasingly easy to use, and when he held it in his hand, even without consciously entering a state of oneness with the sword, he could still feel a slight connection with it.

Once he entered a state of perfect harmony with his sword, the sword would rhythmically emit a white halo as he breathed, as if it were breathing along with him, which was quite mystical.

Around noon, just as Li Chang'an finished refining a round of magic swords, the person delivering the food arrived.

Li Chang'an opened the door and found that the person who came to deliver the meal today was not a servant from the Lu family, but Lu Lin.

Lu Lin walked in carrying food in her hands.

Li Chang'an took the food box and asked why he was the one delivering the food today.

Lu Lin explained that she had something she wanted to say to Li Chang'an, and she happened to run into the auntie who was delivering food, so she helped deliver it.

"What do you want?" Li Chang'an asked.

Lu Lin said, "Linglong, that girl, couldn't wait to get to the banquet that Grandfather was going to hold. She didn't wait for the rest of the sect to come together and took a car back ahead of time. She even asked the two of us to pick her up at the station. She called you several times, but you didn't answer."

Upon hearing this, Li Chang'an went back inside, picked up his phone from the table, and glanced at it.

Sure enough, the screen showed several missed calls, all from Lu Linglong.

"I had my phone on silent while I was cultivating, so I didn't notice," Li Chang'an said casually.

Lu Lin smiled and said, "I knew it would be like this. Senior Brother Chang'an, why don't you come with me to pick up Linglong?"

"When will she arrive?" Li Chang'an asked.

Lu Lin said, "It takes about ten hours to get here from Beijing. Judging by the time, it should be tonight. Linglong also said on the phone that she brought a few friends she met in Beijing to come and have fun with her."

Li Chang'an nodded and put his phone back in his pocket: "You can go pick me up by yourself. I won't join in the fun."