The Sect Leader Has Taken in a New Female Disciple

As soon as the words left his mouth, he realized his mistake and scratched his head in embarrassment; his question had been too presumptuous.

The Vajras and Arhats were all major figures at the Divinity Transformation Realm, and even Bhikkhus were at the Nascent Soul Realm.

Brother Zhou is at the Foundation Establishment Realm, how could he possibly know them.

It seems more logical that he knows someone like a Golden Core Realm novice...

Zhou Qing pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I really don’t know what his current status at Jiyuan Temple is."

Furthermore, back in the Taiqing Sect, I heard Shen Huangmao’s comments on Jue Ming; it seems he ranks third among the ten Venerables at Jiyuan Temple.

As for his disciple Kongchan, he had already achieved Golden Core at the age of seven or eight...

Many years have passed, and cultivating under the Spirit Slash Great Power, his cultivation is likely advancing very rapidly.

"Brother Zhou, do you have a deep friendship with that old acquaintance of yours?" Cao Amang cautiously asked.

"I suppose we have some connection." Zhou Qing nodded slightly.

Cao Amang suddenly put on a serious face: "Then if I ask him for help, will it..." he hesitated, "will it make Brother Zhou indebted to him?"

"It’s just a small favor."

Upon hearing this, Cao Amang’s eyes gradually dimmed. He shook his head and said, "Let’s forget about it. If it weren’t for you, Brother Zhou, my mother wouldn’t have found me, and I would have been long dead."

"How can I let you make a favor on my behalf now?"

Debts of favor in the cultivation world are hardest to repay; what if this relationship becomes a stepping stone for Brother Zhou to enter Jiyuan Temple in the future?

Moreover, I couldn’t even pass the examination in front of a Nascent Soul-level Bhikkhu, so it’s unlikely a Golden Core novice could help me, and it might just be a waste of a favor.

Zhou Qing suddenly chuckled lightly, then said seriously, "Amang, do you know how many geniuses in this world, hidden by dust, have been buried simply because of a momentary oversight by an examiner?"

Cao Amang shuddered all over and raised his head.

His originally dim eyes suddenly lit up: "Brother Zhou, you mean—"

"I think you are that pearl buried under dust." Zhou Qing’s gaze was intense, "A Bhikkhu’s mistake shouldn’t be your reason for self-denial."

"Your mother is right. In her eyes, you are unique. And in my eyes, you are the same."

Upon hearing this, Cao Amang felt his chest rise and fall violently, his hands involuntarily clenched into fists.

"Well then," Zhou Qing patted his shoulder, "would you like to try again with me? Maybe with a different examiner, you could become a part of Jiyuan Temple."

"I am willing!" Cao Amang’s voice trembled with excitement.

Zhou Qing discreetly glanced towards the door.

Mrs. Sun was quietly wiping her tears away; ever since her husband passed away, life had been truly difficult for their mother and orphan pair.

She had done everything possible to nurture Amang, but now that all the children from the third house had gone to Jiyuan Temple, they feared more cold stares and ridicule...

Forcing a smile, she walked inside and deeply bowed to Zhou Qing: "Young Zhou, thank you so much..."

Zhou Qing quickly got out of bed to support her: "Aunt Sun, please don’t be so formal, it’s all as it should be. Then let’s pack up and go together."

"Together?" Mrs. Sun was noticeably stunned.

"Jiyuan Temple is far from here; are you really okay with leaving Amang there by himself?"

Zhou Qing said warmly, "Moreover... this Cao family village, I suppose there’s nothing left for you to miss?"

Mrs. Sun hesitated only for a moment, then firmly nodded: "Alright! We’ll go together!"

...

Two days later, with a flick of Zhou Qing’s sleeve, a radiant flying ship expanded in the wind.

The eyes of both Mrs. Sun and Cao Amang widened in astonishment, with Cao Amang excitedly rushing forward.

He gently stroked the smooth surface of the flying ship, saying, "Oh my! A flying ship! Brother Zhou, you have such a treasure! I heard this thing is very expensive!"

Zhou Qing gently caressed the familiar patterns on the flying ship, a trace of nostalgia flashing in his eyes.

This was crafted specifically for him by Master Wang at Ten Thousand Weapons Peak during his Divinity Transformation Realm days, utilizing all the sect’s resources.

In the entire Taiqing Sect, there was only this one.

Mrs. Sun recovered from her shock but anxiously grabbed Zhou Qing: "Young Zhou, is this too showy? What if—"

Even the old monsters at the Divinity Transformation Realm might not have a flying ship of this quality.

The journey to Jiyuan Temple is long, and if marked by someone with ill intentions, wouldn’t it be asking for trouble?

Besides, Zhou doesn’t seem to be from a prominent family.

If he truly came from a background of noble family heirs, why would his family let a Foundation Establishment individual wander alone?

At the very least, there should be Guardians following in secret.

Thinking this way, this flying ship is likely a chance he obtained from an adventure.

Now using it to hurry for their mother and son is too risky...

Zhou Qing saw their concerns but simply smiled and looked at Cao Amang: "Cao, do you want to ride?"

"Of course I do..."

"Slap!"

Before he finished speaking, Mrs. Sun gave Cao Amang a slap on the back of his head.

Cao Amang grimaced in pain and had to timidly change his words: "I don’t want to... Let’s travel normally."

Zhou Qing looked at this mother and son duo and couldn’t help but smile knowingly.

Mrs. Sun’s protective demeanor increasingly reminded him of his teacher.

Except back then, it wasn’t him being hit, but Third Senior Brother.

But he understood, this mother and son truly had his best interests at heart.

"Let’s go, no one would dare rob us!" Zhou Qing leapt onto the flying ship, flicked his sleeve, and the two were involuntarily lifted into the air, landing steadily on the ship.

Cao Amang immediately beamed with joy, looking around excitedly.

With that, Zhou Qing controlled the flying ship, transforming into a stream of light and soaring into the sky.