Romantic Medical Immortal

"You’re quite a loyal person, but just because you’re becoming my disciple doesn’t mean you need to separate from Yang Cheng. You can come study with me whenever you have time and live with him on regular days."

Master Chen felt he was being sincere, believing that Wu Ji had good character and was willing to make a concession for this young lad.

"Master Chen, it’s an honor to be your apprentice, but I can’t make this decision on my own; I need to consult with my big brother first."

"Alright then, I’ll ask him personally when he gets back."

Master Chen was somewhat helpless; for the first time, he found taking on a disciple so challenging, so he swung his hammer forcefully to vent his pent-up frustrations.

At this moment, voices from a conversation could be heard at the door.

Cheng Ruonan noticed Yang Cheng’s somber expression and worriedly asked, "Yang Cheng, you’re finally back. Are you hurt?"

"I’m fine."

Yang Cheng replied in a low voice, his mood evidently down, and then turned to Gao Peng, speaking each word meticulously: "Uncle Kong was murdered. Tell your father to be careful; they might target them soon."

"What? Kong Jingshan is really dead?"

Gao Peng’s eyes widened abruptly, his heart racing.

"My dad has already gone abroad. Surely, they won’t chase him over there, right?"

He felt very uneasy but had no choice but to pray his family would hide well enough not to be found by Cao Ruibin.

"Even Uncle Kong’s fake death couldn’t fool those people of Cao Ruibin. Do you think your father can hide well? In any case, stay more vigilant. To survive, it’s best to separate and disguise as a homeless person or something."

Yang Cheng gave a brief reminder and then walked inside.

As the door opened, a wave of heat rushed forward. Yang Cheng walked inside without changing his expression, noticing the weapon in Master Chen’s hand had taken its initial shape, looking like a palm-sized crescent-shaped blade.

How powerful could such a small weapon be?

"Master Chen, is this how big the Moon Golden Wheel is supposed to be? Could it be that you’re running out of materials?"

Yang Cheng asked in confusion.

Master Chen smiled slightly: "You’ll understand in a moment. I wouldn’t intentionally make the weapon smaller just to save materials."

Seeing his confident demeanor, Yang Cheng did not interrupt further and quietly waited aside.

Master Chen held a silver-black hammer and struck the Moon Golden Wheel skillfully, then took out a smaller hammer to tap it, leaving markings.

Yang Cheng focused and discovered that the marks weren’t random; they were densely packed runes. He then asked, "Master Chen, what’s carved on this? Does it serve a special purpose?"

"You cultivate the Dual Cultivation Technique, primarily harmonizing Yin and Yang, and the Sun and Moon Golden Wheel uses the same principle. When you use it in the future to blend the two forces, you need to carve intricate Yin-Yang runes on it."

"Fortunately, I’ve previously forged this piece of Thousand-Year Cold Iron, so making the Moon Golden Wheel isn’t difficult. It’s engraving the runes that takes a bit of time."

Yang Cheng looked down at the Yin-Yang runes, subtly sensing that they seemed to move, almost floating before his eyes.

"Xiao Yang, there’s something I’d like to discuss with you."

Master Chen spoke hesitantly at this moment.

"Please go ahead."

Yang Cheng appeared calm, suspecting Master Chen intended to leave Zhonghai after forging the Moon Golden Wheel. He was unable to escort him to Peach Blossom County but could ask Cheng Ruonan to accompany him.

"Just now, I let Wu Ji assist me and found that despite his young age, he’s mentally resilient—a promising talent. Thus, I wish to take him as my disciple. He said he’d seek your opinion first; if you disagree, then I’ll drop the matter."

Master Chen looked at him with a gaze full of anticipation, hoping he would nod his approval.

Having lived for most of his life, Master Chen finally encountered two apprentices who matched his expectations. If he missed this opportunity, only the heavens would know when the next one would present itself.

Yang Cheng turned his head to look at Wu Ji, who appeared quite nervous, afraid that he would provoke Yang Cheng’s anger.

"Wu Ji, come over here."

As soon as he spoke, Wu Ji approached with small steps, his clear eyes carrying a hint of anxiety.

"Rescuing you does not mean I control your entire life. You should have your own thoughts, become stronger, better, grow into a kind person with self-identity, rather than a puppet. Otherwise, what’s the difference between me and those members of the Jile Clubhouse?"

Yang Cheng spoke word by word, holding Wu Ji’s small hand.

"Now tell me, do you want to be Master Chen’s disciple or not?"

Wu Ji’s lips trembled as he quietly said, "Yes."

"A bit louder!"

"Yes!"

Wu Ji mustered up his courage to shout. Following Master Chen in weapon forging had already captivated him, as if he found his life’s purpose in an instant.

"Good, then follow Master Chen to learn. When there’s time, I’ll teach you Cultivation Techniques."

Yang Cheng smiled slightly, gently ruffling Wu Ji’s hair.

"Big brother, you’re so great to me. I thought you’d be upset."

Wu Ji felt deeply moved, having prepared himself for lifelong servitude to Yang Cheng for revenge, only to find that Yang Cheng treated him like a younger brother rather than a subordinate.

"Why would I? Study well and you can help forge better weapons for me. If bad people come to bully us, we won’t be afraid."

Yang Cheng’s voice was gentle as thoughts of his family filled his mind.

He had been away from Peach Blossom County for too long, needing to return home to be with them after settling matters.

Seeing the warm scene between the two brothers, Master Chen couldn’t help but smile. He then threw the Moon Golden Wheel back into the furnace and sat nearby, drinking a large bowl of water.

"Wu Ji, now that Yang Cheng has agreed, what are you waiting for? Come and formally become my disciple."

Upon hearing this, Wu Ji quickly reacted, rushing forward to kneel before Master Chen and without hesitation began bowing earnestly.

"Master, I respectfully pay my respects!"

"Good lad! Enough with the bowing; get up before you hurt yourself."

Master Chen smiled warmly, already unwilling to see his beloved disciple suffer after only just accepting him.

As Wu Ji stood up, he saw Master Chen handing over a finely crafted short sword of jade, exquisite in appearance.

"This is my gift for you upon meeting, also meant to set certain rules. If you wish to become my disciple, remember these words: Never turn weapon forging into a business after mastering the craft. If a person harbors evil intentions, regardless of price or promise, do not forge weapons for them."

"Should you face hardships financially in the future, you can sell this jade sword. It will suffice for your livelihood. If you wish to take on disciples one day, be discerning and avoid passing this skill to wicked individuals."

Master Chen advised, gently placing the jade short sword into Wu Ji’s hands.