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Chapter 124 If he really becomes Chenxiang's master, that would be awkward.

Agarwood.

Liu Yanchang's voice was dry, as if it were being forced out from deep in his throat: "Return this talisman to Mr. Shen."

Chenxiang was taken aback, looked up, and asked in confusion, "Why? This is a birthday gift from the Master!"

"I said I'd pay it back, and I will."

Liu Yanchang's tone became unusually stern, and he even stood up and reached out to take the talisman from Chenxiang's hand.

Chenxiang shrank back, protecting the talisman in her arms, her eyes full of stubbornness.

"I won't pay it back!"

"you"

Brother Liu.

Shen Yi waved his hand, his tone as casual as if he were commenting on the nice weather: "It's just a talisman, something I drew on a whim. What's wrong with letting the kids play with it?"

He picked up a piece of fish with his chopsticks, chewed it slowly for a couple of bites, and then added, "Besides, if you weren't so lacking in talent, I wouldn't mind giving you one."

Liu Yanchang: ————

It's heartbreaking, but it's the truth. If he had any talent, the Third Holy Mother would have taught him how to cultivate immortality long ago.

But this celestial talisman—

Looking at the talisman with dark gold patterns in his son's hand, Liu Yanchang felt a complex mix of emotions. He was a man of the world; when he was with the Third Holy Mother, what kind of magic hadn't he seen?

But it was precisely because he had seen it that he understood even more clearly—a mortal could never draw a real talisman out of thin air.

"Mr. Shen,"

Liu Yanchang carefully chose his words, his gaze landing on Shen Yi's face. "This talisman—where did you learn it?"

"I learned it from ancient books."

Shen Yi put down his chopsticks, his expression calm: "When I was studying at home, I accidentally came across a few tattered scrolls that recorded some secrets of Qimen Dunjia and talisman techniques. I had nothing better to do, so I practiced them, and I never expected to actually succeed."

As we all know, ancient scholars read a wide variety of books, such as the Book of Changes, the Three Destinies and the Ocean of Fate, which were all subjects that a proper scholar should be familiar with.

As for gleaning true magic from these books—that's your innate talent, you can't blame the books for being ineffective.

If Huang Shang could comprehend profound martial arts from the "Wanshou Daozang," isn't it perfectly reasonable for me, Shen Yi, to learn a few spells by reading a few miscellaneous books?

Liu Yanchang was skeptical, but he didn't press the matter further, since the other party had already made their point so clear, and it would be impolite to ask any more questions.

But upon hearing this, Chenxiang's eyes lit up. He stuffed the talisman into his robes, rushed to Shen Yi in a few strides, and knelt down with a thud: "Please, Master, teach me magic!"

Shen Yi: ? ? ?

No, I was waiting for you to learn magic and teach me, how did it become me teaching you?

The boy knelt on the ground, his face upturned, his eyes shining brightly, filled with longing, anticipation, and a stubbornness he himself was unaware of.

"stand up."

Helpless, Shen Yi reached out and pulled him up, patting the dust off his knees. His tone became unusually serious: "Chenxiang, it's not that I'm unwilling to teach you, but my skills are really nothing special. I've only pieced together some amateur knowledge from books, so what qualifications do I have to teach others?"

"Take this celestial talisman for example. It sounds nice, but it's just a trick at best. Compared to the real methods of immortals, it's not even a fraction of the truth."

This isn't entirely an excuse. If one were to use the cultivation techniques from the world of The Legend of the White Snake or the world of Happy Seven Fairies to cultivate immortality, one could at best become an ordinary immortal. After all, although they are both mythological worlds, their rules are different. If one doesn't even understand the rules of the world, how can one truly attain enlightenment?

"But I've been encountering a lot of strange things lately—"

Chenxiang recounted all the strange things he had encountered in the past few days, such as inexplicably going to the underworld and having his lifespan extended by twenty years by someone who claimed to be his uncle. In particular, his mother's name was not on the Book of Life and Death.

Why didn't you tell me about this sooner?

Upon hearing that Chenxiang had been rescued by someone claiming to be his uncle, Liu Yanchang's face turned green. Wasn't that Yang Jian?

You wouldn't believe me even if I told you.

Chenxiang pouted. "I told you I can walk through walls and I can cast spells, but you didn't believe me. If I told you I have an uncle, you'd probably hang me up and beat me."

Liu Yanchang: ————

Where's the stick? Where's the stick?

"You've never mentioned my mother all these years, and every time I ask, you change the subject."

Chenxiang's eyes reddened, but her voice stubbornly refused to tremble, "I was foolish before, and you could change the subject and I would forget, but now I want to know—who exactly is my mother? Where is she now? Why isn't she on the Book of Life and Death?"

Liu Yanchang's hand, which was searching for a stick, froze. How could this be explained?

He dared not say that he was just an ordinary person, a mortal with no power to even kill a chicken, so all he could do was let Chenxiang live out his life in peace.

He didn't cultivate immortality, didn't seek the Dao, and didn't provoke the gods in the heavens. He just lived a peaceful life in Liu Family Village, married, had children, and grew old in the fields.

This was the only thing he could explain to the Holy Mother of the Three Realms.

"father!"

Chenxiang's voice pulled him back from his thoughts. Tears streamed down the boy's face, but his voice was more resolute than ever: "I'm sixteen! I'm not a child anymore! I have the right to know the truth!"

It can only be said that Shen Yi's education during this period was not in vain, as it made Chen Xiang's already clever mind's IQ rise sharply.

"Chenxiang! Your aunt is here to celebrate your birthday!"

Just as the father and son were at an impasse, a clear female voice came from outside the door.

Everyone turned their heads at once, and saw a woman walking in with a smile. She was dressed in a red dress, covered with a golden soft armor, and wore a silver double dragon helmet. Her long hair was draped over her shoulders and was a dazzling gold.

The person who came was Ao Tingxin, the fourth princess of the West Sea Dragon Clan and the fourth aunt of Chenxiang.

"Fourth Aunt!"

Upon seeing Ao Tingxin, Chenxiang instinctively called out in surprise, then froze.

He used to think that his fourth aunt was beautiful and generous. Every time she came, she would bring him delicious food and fun things, and she would treat him with more care and concern than his own aunt.

But now when he looks at his fourth aunt again, he sees many things he had never noticed before.

That silver double-dragon helmet was clearly not something an ordinary person could possess; the dragon eyes were inlaid with unknown gemstones, which faintly shimmered with light.

That red dress, seemingly ordinary, had a subtle shimmering light, and was spotless, clearly not of this world.

Most importantly, it was that head of blond hair.

How could a mortal possibly grow a head of pure gold hair?

"Fourth Aunt".

Thinking back to her mother's background, Chenxiang stared intently at Ao Tingxin: "Who exactly are you? Are you really my fourth aunt?"

Ao Tingxin's smile faltered slightly. "No, I just came to celebrate your birthday, how did it turn out like this?"

Ao Tingxin remained silent for a moment, then turned her gaze to Liu Yanchang with a questioning look in her eyes. Liu Yanchang shook his head bitterly and said nothing.

"Ahem, I have something to do, I'll be going now."

Seeing this, Shen Yi quickly stood up from his chair, patted off non-existent dust from his robes, and realized that if he stayed any longer, he would really become Master Chenxiang, which would be embarrassing.