Chapter 343: Right and Wrong, Justice and Injustice
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"Well… Steward Xu said Miao Miao could read the book, as long as it stays within Lingxian Hall…"
Miaomiao's pouting expression seemed to declare, "I'm not a thief!"—so aggrieved and pitiful.
Anyone witnessing this scene would assume Su Cheng was picking on her!
【Damn it, I didn't say anything! I was just asking!】
【I'm the head of a sect, after all. Could I really scold you for reading a couple pages of medical texts?】
【Don't I have any pride? Don't go spreading rumors about this!】
【I'm planning to take on disciples soon!】
"Hmm, don't worry. I was just asking casually. Is this a medical book? Are you interested in medicine, Miao Miao?"
【Oh my god~ I'm a fucking genius, that was such a reasonable question!】
【This kid absolutely needs to be set on the right path—be a good boy, not some kind of killing machine!】
Miaomiao: ???
What good kid?
"Mother, having been saved by Master Su, promised flowers to repay him. Miao Miao has been diligently searching for them."
"Miaomiao knows the immortal pill bestowed by Master Su is a divine treasure. How could a mere hundred flowers possibly repay such profound kindness?"
"Miaomiao aspires to become someone like Master Su—healing the sick and saving lives…"
Mid-sentence, Miaomiao seemed to freeze. She'd already spoken three sentences—perhaps too many. Would Master Su find her annoying…?
Besides, even learning medical arts requires innate talent—it's not something just anyone can master.
【Well… becoming someone like me isn't necessary. But as long as you don't want to destroy the world, you can do whatever you like…】
【Maybe give her this book… But she's the type who won't accept anything for free. She'll definitely refuse…】
Miaomiao listened to the inner thoughts while watching Su Cheng, growing increasingly suspicious that he might have a split personality!
Is this a split personality?
"Since you're determined to study medicine, know this: mastering medical arts is no easy feat. Miao Miao, neglecting sleep and meals like this, risks ruining your health before you even begin."
As he spoke, Su Cheng conjured a stone tablet out of thin air and handed it to Miao Miao.
"What is this?" Miao Miao looked utterly bewildered, holding the stone tablet as she stared blankly at Su Cheng.
"My original intention was to lend this to you to take home and study. Yet even though it's a medical text, if the world were to learn of it, I fear countless powerful figures would vie for it. What was meant to save lives might well become a tool for harm."
"I'm giving you this stone tablet. Whenever you wish to read the book, you may come anytime. How does that sound?"
Miaomiao was utterly dumbfounded. Truthfully, she’d never even dared to dream of such a thing!
She was just an ordinary person—how could she possibly bear such immense grace from the head of a celestial sect?
"The debt of saving my mother's life is already impossible to repay! Now, Master Su has saved Miao Miao again and treats me so generously. How could I possibly accept this?"
"Hehe, it matters not. The 'Cang' in 'Cangshu Ge' means 'to collect,' not 'to hide away.' These books only gain meaning when someone reads them."
If it were anything else, Miao Miao truly wouldn't dare accept it…
Even if offered thousands of acres of fertile land, a thousand grand mansions, or rare treasures from heaven and earth, Miao Miao believed she could refuse them all.
But this? This she truly desired!
Children like her rarely had the chance to attend school, and cultivating the Dao required even more substantial family wealth.
When her father was alive, she had attended school for a few days. After he passed, she and her mother had to rely solely on each other.
Studying medicine was far more difficult than learning to read!
One must offer gifts, pull strings, seek connections, and visit renowned masters just to find an opportunity to apprentice!
And even then, it all came down to your innate talent—whether the master was willing to take you on was another matter entirely!
This process was, in truth, more arduous than embarking on the path to immortality itself.
But now, within that vast library, every book imaginable stood before her—pharmacology, acupuncture techniques, alchemy. Whatever knowledge she sought, answers lay within these pages.
"Master Su, do you think Miao Miao has the aptitude for medicine?"
Honestly, this question amused Su Cheng.
【Who could be more gifted than you? You single-handedly took on Qinghan and her four or five companions. Had you not been careless, they and Cheng Liang would likely have fallen by your hand!】
"No."
Had she not heard Su Cheng's unspoken thoughts, Miao Miao might have felt disappointed. But at that moment, she only found it peculiar…
Her puzzlement vanished quickly, however, as Su Cheng continued.
"But don't fret. I believe Miao Miao, even without that talent, will still make an excellent physician~"
[Miaomiao, I hope you become the person you wish to be.]
With that, Su Cheng turned and walked away. This little interlude didn't interfere with his main business tonight.
For Su Cheng, this was an investment—or perhaps an insurance policy.
Compared to the potential returns, this investment required almost zero upfront cost.
Stepping into the grand hall, he saw three figures kneeling properly before his throne chair, though he didn't see anyone from Yulan.
Su Cheng said nothing, simply circling around the kneeling figures to approach the table. But as he did so, the table no longer looked like a table, nor the chairs like chairs.
In short, it was pure rage. Damn it…
Just thinking about it made him furious…
Truth be told, even Li Shiyao could tell her master was furious at this moment!
"Master, please calm down. Would you like some tea?"
In the brief moment Su Cheng turned his head, Ye Qinghan had produced a cup of tea from somewhere and was now offering it to him.
Su Cheng stared at his precious First Disciple. Her pouty expression was so adorable it almost made him laugh.
"Well, if it isn't Ironblood Warrior Ye Qinghan? Why are you holding tea instead of going to catch a blade barehanded?"
Ye Qinghan: …
"Master, Qinghan… knows she was wrong…"
When it came to sarcasm, Su Cheng was no slouch either.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! This isn't Qinghan's fault. It's all this master's fault for not breaking your legs, letting you hop around like this."
Ye Qinghan glanced down at her own long legs clad in black stockings…
Master surely couldn't bear to do that—he was just venting.
"Master…"
"Qinghan, who gave you permission to stand?" Su Cheng slowly sat down in the armchair, took the teacup without drinking, and casually placed it on the table.
Hearing this, Ye Qinghan immediately returned to kneel properly…
There was no choice. No matter how powerful the three direct disciples were outside, once inside Lingxian Hall, even a dragon must coil, and a tiger must lie low.
Even the Fox Demon King's Bloodline, the Human Clan's Holy Maiden, and the Northern Frontier General must kneel to hear the Master speak!
Show off your prowess outside all you want, but once you step into Lingxian Hall, everyone must tuck their tails between their legs.
"Oh dear, Shiyu, why are you shedding little golden tears? What's wrong?"
Li Shiyu wept uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face as she occasionally wiped her cheeks with her sleeve, yet dared not utter a sound.
"Shiyao… Master, please don't be angry. Shiyao is so scared…"
"Shiyao is afraid of Master? If Shiyao isn't afraid of death, what could possibly frighten her?"
"No, Master… I just… didn't hear clearly what you said…"
Su Cheng stared at Li Shiyu coldly. "I told you to kneel properly. Did you hear me this time?"
Li Shiyu looked utterly wronged, unable even to cry aloud, appearing pitifully helpless.
"I… I heard clearly… Master, please don't be angry. Anger is bad for your health…"
"My health… Don't speak yet…"
"Alright… then please don't be angry, Master…"
Su Cheng's gaze swept over, landing on Dongfang Jue. Dongfang Jue quickly realized it would soon be her turn. She decided to speak up first, intending to seize the initiative.
"Master, Jue'er didn't mean to anger you. It was just a momentary…"
"Hmm, your master understands… Therefore, your master doesn't intend to punish you either. It's just that I hope Jue'er will be more careful next time~"
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