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“There are indeed some in the martial arts world who are…not very skilled. But not here.” Zheng Hongyuan felt that he had aged much faster since he took her by his side.

The little one was smarter than other children from a young age. As soon as she could walk, she hid herself. The Zhongyang Palace searched high and low but couldn't find her. In the end, she crawled out from under the bed and laughed heartily.

He had intended to temper her temperament by taking her by his side daily to teach her to read and write, but instead, she found herself engrossed in the strange tales and theories her maternal grandfather had collected for her from outside the palace. One day, while casually flipping through them, she unexpectedly discovered a picture book filled with intimate details about the boudoir...

There are countless similar cases, truly living up to Mr. Xiao's saying, "If not guided, he will become a troublesome child."

Zheng Zhian nodded. "Alright."

Before Liu Fuquan could knock, the door opened from the inside, and a young eunuch bowed and said, "Your Majesty, the master of the house requests that you come upstairs."

The front yard wasn't anything special, except for a few large water vats with water lilies planted inside. Upon closer inspection, it became clear that they were all made of high-quality nanmu wood, and the first floor had a ceiling height of nearly two meters.

Inside the building, there were eight pillars on both sides, all carved with patterns that Zheng Zhian couldn't understand. In the middle was a huge, specially made octagonal table. She was carried up the stairs, but Liu Fuquan and the others behind her stopped outside the building.

Each floor had many books, and one or two people were writing, drawing, or browsing through them. When they saw Zheng Hongyuan, they bowed and went about their business.

On the ninth floor, one finally sees an old man with white hair and a youthful face, bright eyes, dressed in plain linen clothes and shaped like an ancient cypress tree, looking at a miniature Bagua table in the middle with his hands behind his back.

He doesn't even have a beard!

This was Zheng Zhian's first reaction. She felt that he should be like Old Man Feng, with a long white beard to look like a sage.

"Your Majesty." Xiao Huachi nodded to the Emperor, then looked at Zheng Zhian with a smile and asked, "Little one, what are you curious about?"

Zheng Zhian didn't care that his thoughts were seen through, and bluntly said what he was thinking, "Why don't you have a beard?"

“Because a beard makes you look older,” Xiao Huachi replied matter-of-factly.

Zheng Zhian looked at his face carefully. His face had fewer wrinkles than his maternal grandfather's. He said in a serious tone, "But you don't look old."

"Hahaha... I'm 103 years old. Do you think I'd look old if I grew a beard?" Xiao Huachi handed the chair next to him to Zheng Hongyuan, then moved another one over and reached out to take it from her.

A hint of a smile flashed across Zheng Hongyuan's eyes as he casually handed the little guy over.

"No wonder, what do you eat to stay so young?" Zheng Zhian pretended not to notice their little interaction and continued to chat with him.

However, she was indeed curious. In the past, the average lifespan in interstellar space had reached about two hundred years, but that was due to millions of years of technological development and genetic changes.

So what does this rely on?

"Want to know?" Xiao Huachi looked at the little guy in his arms with a curious expression and coaxed him with a smile, "Call me Master, and I'll tell you!"

Zheng Zhian was taken aback and turned to look at her father. When their eyes met, Zheng Hongyuan got up to look at the scenery elsewhere.

He didn't say that when she first came in. He clearly said he would see how she performed. He was thinking of observing her first, but she actually wanted to learn martial arts from Old Man Feng or her maternal grandfather.

"What can you teach me? Can you beat my maternal grandfather and Grandpa Feng? I don't want to learn divination." The little mouth rattled off a string of questions.

She herself had reservations about divination. After all, she had seen what the stars looked like with her own eyes, and she really couldn't connect them with people or things.

Xiao Huachi was not annoyed. In fact, he thought that it was no wonder that he was born as a star of honor. He had his own opinions at such a young age. He laughed loudly and said, "When your maternal grandfather and the others come, they should also call me senior. As for divination, you don't have to learn it."

He's going to teach more than just divination!

"Actually, it's not that I can't become his disciple," Zheng Zhian said innocently. "Then take me flying around Kyoto, and I'll call you master!"

Zheng Hongyuan, who had been watching the show from the sidelines, smiled slightly, showing no surprise at her request.

“Alright.” Xiao Huachi looked at the boy in the corner and said, “Amo, you sit here first. If there’s anything you don’t understand, write it down and I’ll answer it for you when I come back.”

"Yes, Master."

Following the sound, I saw a handsome young man in white sitting by the railing. He had clear features, narrow eyes, and slightly pursed lips. A gentle breeze blew by, and his clothes fluttered like the wind.

"A quiet night with a clear light" suits him particularly well.

Zong Zhenping still retains a youthful innocence beneath her composed demeanor. She's like a delicate flower atop a mountain peak, aloof and detached from worldly concerns. They all seem to be around the same age, yet none of them appear as mortal as the others. Is she too worldly?

"Little one, which direction do you want to start from?" Xiao Huachi asked, holding her as they stood on the railing.

Zheng Zhian felt the wind whistling across his face. Standing on high ground, he could see at least half of Kyoto. The scenery was indeed different.

She shouted, "Let's start from the north!"

Xiao Huachi leaped into the air, the speed giving her the illusion of driving an interstellar racer. She had to state her purpose first: "When we pass by East Street, let's stop by the Duke of Yun's mansion and visit my maternal grandfather, is that alright?"

At first, she wanted to trick him into taking her to her maternal grandfather's house so that the two of them could be compared to him. Now, she has no such intention at all. This speed is enough to confirm that he is a master.

"Kong Mufeng, put down that roast chicken for me!"

As soon as she landed, she heard her grandfather's booming voice as she shouted at the top of her lungs, "Fire!"

As soon as the voice fell, two people flew out from a courtyard, both looking at her with surprise. "Why are you here?" They didn't notice who was holding her at all, and simply took her from Xiao Huachi's arms.

Xiao Huachi was surprised. Had the old man been out of the house for so long that no one recognized him anymore?

Zheng Zhian looked at Kong Mufeng, who was still holding a whole roasted chicken, and said longingly, "Grandpa Feng, can I have a chicken leg? I want to eat one too."

Kongmu Feng tore off a chicken leg and handed it to her.

After taking a couple of bites, he realized he had forgotten the important matter. He nodded toward Xiao Huachi and mumbled, "This is my newly accepted master."

The two looked over and saw that Kong Mufeng's roast chicken had almost fallen to the ground. They awkwardly called out, "Senior Xiao."

This guy was the one who single-handedly defeated all the major sects in Anchong Kingdom using the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams, and even arrogantly said, "I feel very satisfied to defeat you with the formations you despise the most." He almost made the sect leaders of those sects die of anger.

Later, many people tried to persuade him to stop using the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams, but he still couldn't win.

Not only did he beat her up, but he also made sarcastic remarks like, "You're good for nothing, you might as well go home and farm!"

Didn't he retire for two or three decades?

Wait, is he the little guy's newly accepted... master?