Xiao Hong pushed open the door and bowed, speaking:

"Daoist, my father invites you in."

Fang Zheng, who was meditating with closed eyes, slowly opened them. As his gaze fell upon Xiao Hong, a trace of surprise flashed across his eyes.

Xiao Hong was Wang Qi’s daughter; he had sensed this the first time he saw this girl.

Although she bore the bloodline of a noble house, she grew up in an orphanage, eating the food of various families, lacking the grace of a noble lady.

Instead...

She had a strong air of the Jianghu!

The people she associated with were mostly beggars, swindlers, prostitutes, and other people of all walks of life, and having been influenced by them, her character wasn’t likely very good.

Over the years, she undoubtedly engaged in much deceit and fraud.

Only because of her childhood experiences, she had some sympathy for children.

The Jianghu aura in her made her movements bold and unconstrained, without the dignity of a girl from a normal family.

That didn’t matter...

But now!

In just a brief moment, Xiao Hong seemed like a different person; her features were the same, but her aura was completely different.

She was like an ugly duckling turning into a swan.

A sense of pride and nobility emanated from her, naturally, even making her clothes look more luxurious.

Strange Appearance Moon, beyond description!

She truly had a face like that of Wu Zetian, remarkable indeed.

When dormant, she was like a piece of straw in the mud, indistinguishable among ordinary people; once transformed, she instantly carried the momentum of a fish leaping over the dragon gate, of a phoenix soaring to the ninth heaven.

Time,

Fate!

People’s destinies are so mysterious; once the right opportunity comes, a person can completely transform in a short time.

Just like Xiao Hong now!

No,

She should now be called Wang Zixi.

Fang Zheng withdrew his gaze, following her into the room where Wang Qi, lying in bed, was helped upright by a beautiful woman, sipping thin porridge.

Wang Qi’s hands and legs had been hacked off, turned into a human swine, making his posture inevitably strange.

"Daoist."

Seeing Fang Zheng enter, Wang Qi swallowed the porridge and forced a smile:

"The results are in. Zixi is indeed my daughter. After twenty years, I finally see my daughter again."

Speaking,

his voice already choked with emotion.

Wang Zixi stood silently nearby, head lowered.

"Thank you, Daoist!"

Expressing his gratitude, Wang Qi spoke:

"As repayment, I will impart all the Talismanic Magic I acquired back then, though the formulas are complex and may not be quick to master."

"Don’t worry."

He said seriously:

"I will keep my promise and do my best to teach the Daoist Talismanic Magic!"

Hmm?

Fang Zheng’s eyes shifted slightly.

Killing intent!

He actually sensed a surge of killing intent from Wang Qi.

Bringing the long-lost Wang Zixi to him was a favor, yet now there was a murderous intent, clearly showing a reluctance to let the Talismanic Magic be passed on.

His words sounded pleasant!

Ha...

This person is rather petty.

"Mr. Wang is too kind."

Fang Zheng’s mind turned, but his face remained calm, placing one hand vertically in front of his body as he saluted, slowly speaking:

"I am not interested in Talismanic Magic, but I do have a request."

"Oh!"

Wang Qi raised an eyebrow:

"Let’s hear it."

"I have long heard that the Library Pavilion of the Langya Wang Clan holds all the books under heaven, and I have admired it for a long time, always wanting to go see it." Fang Zheng said:

"Could it be arranged?"

"The Library Pavilion?" Wang Qi looked surprised.

In modern society, especially in Xia Country, books are not rare, even if they are treasured volumes, they can be found online.

So this request seemed odd to him.

"Father." Wang Zixi’s beautiful eyes flickered, and she whispered a few words in Wang Qi’s ear.

"I see!" Wang Qi realized:

"The Daoist wants to see records concerning Ghost Script?"

"Yes."

Fang Zheng nodded:

"And some records on Daoist Sect inheritances."

"The Daoist is a person of talent, it is only natural he would not be interested in my Talismanic Magic." Wang Qi smiled as he nodded:

"Visiting the Library Pavilion, no problem at all."

"That’s great." Fang Zheng casually asked:

"Mr. Wang, may I know where you first learned your Talismanic Magic from?"

"This..." Wang Qi mused, thinking for a moment before saying:

"The Talismanic Magic came from a painter named Song Mou, who traveled through mountains capturing scenery, and received the Dharma Gate in a dream while passing by Wudang Mountain."

Just as expected!

Another case of receiving teachings in a dream.

Fang Zheng understood, saying:

"You two haven’t seen each other in many years and have just reunited; you must have much to talk about. I will not disturb you and take my leave first!"

"Very well." Wang Qi said:

"I will have someone take the Daoist to the Library Pavilion later."

"Thank you for your trouble."

Fang Zheng cupped his hands, turned, and left.

Once the door was tightly closed, Wang Qi’s face suddenly darkened, and he whispered sternly:

"Talisman paper!"

The woman heard and retrieved a piece of talisman paper from behind, showing a puzzled expression as well.

"Master, there’s no reaction."

"Indeed!"

Wang Qi frowned, his eyes flickering:

"Why is there no reaction? The Energy-Seeking Talisman should capture the aura of living beings. Could it be... he’s not a living person?"

"Father." Wang Zixi spoke at the right time:

"Daoist Fang is truly a high-ranking person; he must have known the connection between me and you at first sight."

"A high-ranking person?"

Wang Qi sneered:

"When I wasn’t crippled, I visited many so-called sages, unfortunately... all of them infamous for nothing."

"From ancient times to now, even the Wang Family has encountered some capable people, but..."

"What of it?"

Even with some abilities, they can’t withstand swords and knives.

Wang Zixi lowered her head, she didn’t know much about this and felt she had little say, yet she sensed that Fang Zheng was different from others.