Under One Person: The Seeker of the Dao in the Lü Family

Chapter 43 Artificial Golden Core True Man

Zhou Meng led Lü Qian to their guest room on Wudang Mountain, wanting to see his old friend.

If help is needed, Wudang will also lend a hand.

"Boss Song, I heard you wanted to see me?"

Zhou Meng wore a square scarf on his head and square shoes on his feet. Behind his short figure followed Lü Qian, who had no expression on his face.

The two stepped over the threshold and saw a new pilgrim sitting in a chair drinking tea, who was none other than Boss Song, who claimed to be the daughter of Song Zhen.

Zhou Meng walked towards Boss Song with a smile. The short man jumped onto the opposite seat and sat cross-legged on it.

"Master Zhou, hello!"

Boss Song put down his teacup and looked at Zhou Meng across from him with a slightly respectful bow.

"I've come here on behalf of my father to fulfill a vow. He thanked me for my care back then, saying he's doing well down the mountain."

"Hehe, it's alright, it's alright. I'm also very happy to hear this news. By the way, how is your father?"

Zhou Meng smiled and waved his hand, realizing that Song Zhen had not fully told his descendants about his origins and background.

It seems he genuinely wanted his descendants to stay away from the world of supernatural beings and the turmoil of the Jia Shen Rebellion.

Lu Qian stood behind Zhou Meng. He stepped forward and poured them a fresh cup of tea, then respectfully stepped aside.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Song's expression darkened. "My father passed away not long ago."

Zhou Meng's expression froze, and his smile faded. "Please accept my condolences! Boss Song, you must live a good life in the future and not let down your ancestors' expectations."

"Thank you for your comfort, Master, but I have a question that I would appreciate your help in resolving."

Shopkeeper Song concealed the sadness on her face and looked earnestly at Zhou Meng, "Master, could you tell me about the connection between my father, grandfather, and Wudang?"

"When I was a child, my father would occasionally mention that he lived in Wudang Mountain, but whenever I asked him about it, he would keep quiet and not say anything more."

"Over the years, I have come across some extraordinary people and events, and I know that Wudang Mountain and my father were quite remarkable. Before he passed away, my father asked me to come to Wudang Mountain when I had time to thank you."

"I'd like to know about my father's past with that grandfather I never met. Could you tell me, Master?"

Boss Song looked at Zhou Meng eagerly, wanting to get the answer from him.

Zhou Meng stared silently at the steaming teacup on the table.

He realized that Song Zhen was worried about the future safety of his descendants, so he led them to Wudang Mountain. This was a clear indication that he hoped Wudang would provide some assistance in the future.

With this in mind, Zhou Meng decided to follow Song Zhen's choice and not tell her about the supernatural beings.

"Child, forgive this old man, I don't have much ability, I can't and dare not tell you what you want to know."

Zhou Meng waved his hand to interrupt Boss Song, who was about to say something, "I can only say that your father loved you very much, and the old things should not involve those innocent descendants."

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"What you want to know is very complicated, so complicated that it could even overturn the entire Wudang Mountain, or even the lives of your Song family."

At this point, Zhou Meng stared seriously into Boss Song's eyes, his tone slightly warning, "Your father asked you to thank me, and I'm very pleased."

"That child survived and even had descendants."

"Your father doesn't want you to know the rest, and he has his reasons. After you finish this cup of tea, Boss Song, go down the mountain."

With that, Zhou Meng jumped off the chair and led Lü Qian out.

Inside the room, only Boss Song was staring blankly at the teacup in front of her, still stunned by Zhou Meng's tone and words.

She originally just wanted to trace her roots, but she didn't expect the consequences to be so serious.

She picked up the freshly brewed tea in front of her and took a sip. "Never mind, let's go down the mountain once we find Xiao Jin."

After saying that, she left the room to go find her younger brother.

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In the shadows of the corridor, Zhou Meng stood silently, his hands tucked into his sleeves, watching Boss Song walk away.

Lu Qian stood behind Zhou Meng and said, "Grand Tutor, they've left."

"Um."

Zhou Meng nodded. "Xiao Qian, you should have guessed Boss Song's background by now. What do you think will happen if they reveal their whereabouts now?"

"die!"

Lu Qian replied coldly, "And their entire family was brutally murdered!"

Zhou Meng shook his head and sighed, "Humans are truly complex."

"Go and take care of this. Boss Song visited Wudang today to ask me for blessings."

"yes!"

Lü Qian emerged from the shadows and headed towards the record-keeping area in the front hall, where he was going to revise some records.

Watching Lü Qian's figure disappear into the distance, Zhou Meng turned and walked towards the back mountain.

He had just sensed that the restrictions in the cave behind the mountain had been triggered from the inside, which meant that one of his three fellow disciples was looking for him.

Zhou Meng's figure flickered and leaped on the back mountain, and soon he arrived at the cave entrance.

He carried the lantern into the cave, pondering why his fellow disciples had summoned him this time.

Soon, he arrived at the stone chamber, but this time it was different from before.

"Junior brother (senior brother), you've arrived."

As soon as Zhou Meng entered the stone chamber, three aged voices rang out from the opposite side.

He raised the oil lamp in surprise, looked up and, by its light, tried to see the three people sitting on the stone platform opposite him, trying to get a better understanding of their current state.

"No need to look anymore, we're all awake now!"

Before Zhou Meng could adjust to the light of the oil lamp, several fireballs suddenly lit up the stone chamber, illuminating the entire space.

Hong Yin's aged voice also emanated from the stone platform along with the firelight.

Zhou Meng put down the oil lamp in his hand, took two steps toward the stone platform, and saw the three old men sitting cross-legged on it.

The three who used to keep their heads down and remain silent are now all staring at Zhou Meng with their dark eyes wide open. Although their eyes have not yet regained their clarity, it indicates that they are temporarily awake.

"What's wrong with you all?"

Zhou Meng looked at the three people on the stone platform with some surprise. In the past, these three fellow disciples would either immerse themselves in the inner world together, or one of them would fall into temporary madness and gain a moment of sobriety, but would soon fall silent again.

It's unprecedented in decades that three people have acted together like this.

"Have you truly grasped the correct meaning of 'Feng Hou Qi Men'?"

He then remembered that he had obtained the correct cultivation method of Feng Hou Qi Men from Lü Qian, and then he told the correct method to Hong Yin, who was temporarily conscious.

But Hong Yin, after going mad because of this unconventional usage, fell silent once again.

Moreover, judging from the appearance of these three people, they do not seem to have mastered the Feng Hou Qi Men technique and achieved liberation.

"It's too late, it's too late."

The elderly man surnamed Fang shook his head stiffly.

The old man surnamed Lu continued, "The three of us couldn't see through the changes in Feng Hou Qi Men and were trapped in the inner realm. It was only because Junior Brother Hong Yin forcibly woke us up for a moment that we returned to normal in a while."

"I've only just regained consciousness."

Hong Yin shook her head. "Feng Hou Qi Men (a form of divination) is for judging people, but none of us have that kind of luck."

"Alright, time is of the essence. The three of us brothers have something important to discuss with you."

As she spoke, Hong Yin stared intently at Zhou Meng, "We're asking you, is the Golden Summit still safe? Can it still receive heavenly lightning?"

Zhou Meng shook his head. "It's ruined. The golden roof is already rusted, and the Sumeru pedestal is also severely damaged."

"Destroyed? What... Never mind! There's no time to talk about that!"

The old man surnamed Fang waved his sleeve, suppressing the anger and doubts in the hearts of the three. He then asked Zhou Meng, "Did you pass on the Golden Elixir to the young man from the Lü family?"

"It's been sent!"

"How's Feng Hou Qi Men? How's that kid's practicing?"

"He used the Great Heavenly Cycle to refine the Small Heavenly Cycle, and his own universe became increasingly perfect!"

Zhou Meng sensed something unusual. He suppressed his doubts and quickly asked and answered.

"And what about cultivation of life force?"

"Abundant Qi and blood, strong bones and a resilient body!"

"Good! Good! Good!"

The three of them simultaneously looked up at the sky and shouted, their questions connecting in Zhou Meng's mind.

"You want to help him achieve inner alchemy? But the Golden Summit has been destroyed, and we can no longer draw upon the Yang Qi of Heaven and Earth."

"So what? What about the three of us old scoundrels?"

Hong Yin stopped laughing, her dark pupils looking intently at Zhou Meng.

"By using the Feng Hou Qi Men technique to disrupt the timing and alter the terrain of the Golden Peak, can't the three of us old folks, with enough resources, create a Golden Core cultivator for him?"