Fang Zheng shook his head.

"Daoist." Mrs. Zheng said:

"Are you perhaps doubting the Zheng family’s financial capability?"

"This poor Daoist is not lacking in wealth." Fang Zheng shook his head:

"Madam, you are overthinking."

"Then what do you want?" Mrs. Zheng asked anxiously:

"Just say it, as long as you can cure Xiao Lu, whatever you want, the Zheng family will give, we will not go back on our word."

Fang Zheng was speechless.

He was just expressing his troubles, not expecting a solution from them, yet Mrs. Zheng’s reaction made it seem like he was extorting them.

"Daoist."

Zheng Yi’s eyes turned, and she suddenly struggled to get off the bed, her knees softened, and she knelt directly on the ground:

"Could I take you as my master?"

"Haha..." Fang Zheng laughed and helped her up:

"You little girl truly have a profound spiritual root, but unfortunately... this poor Daoist does not intend to take disciples."

"Then..." Zheng Yi spoke again:

"Can I learn from you? Learn the skills to cure myself? I’m not afraid of dying, but I don’t want my family to worry all the time."

Fang Zheng was silent.

For a long time,

Fang slowly spoke:

"It’s not impossible."

"Thank you Daoist!" Zheng Yi knelt down again:

"Once I’ve learned the skills, I will definitely repay you well."

"Heh..." Fang Zheng shook his head:

"Girl, you’re very clever, but there’s no need to focus your thoughts on this poor Daoist. Curing you is because this poor Daoist has something to ask of the Zheng family."

"Teaching you the Dharma Gate is not for return either."

Zheng Yi raised her head, eyes full of bewilderment.

Though bedridden for years with little opportunity to study, she learned about exchanging benefits from her encounters with people.

Earlier, when she instinctively said to repay Fang Zheng, it was for this reason.

Binding herself to the other with an exchange of benefits.

But,

The Daoist in front of her was clearly different from those people she had met before; he seemed to truly want nothing.

Saving people,

Perhaps it was just because he couldn’t bear it.

With her thoughts swirling, Zheng Yi pursed her lips and kowtowed, her forehead knocking on the ground with a bumping sound that made Mrs. Zheng’s heart skip.

"Get up!"

Shaking his head, Fang Zheng lightly waved a hand, and an Invisible Power appeared out of thin air, carrying the little girl back onto the bed.

This scene froze Mrs. Zheng, who intended to watch, in place, her eyes wide with fear.

How was this done?

As a daughter of a wealthy family and a wife in the Zheng family, she knew that some people in this world possessed certain extraordinary abilities.

But they were far from the legends, certainly impossible for any telekinetic feats.

And the scene before her...

What was going on here?

"Daoist!"

Yet Zheng Yi was not afraid, instead, she was full of wonder:

"Amazing, how did you do it?"

"If you cultivate diligently, you may have the opportunity to do so in the future." Fang Zheng smiled and extended a single hand forward:

"Hold your breath and focus, don’t overthink."

His words seemed to have a peculiar power, Zheng Yi’s eyes filled with confusion, her consciousness naturally subsiding.

"Myriad changes of the Celestial Machine, only the heart is eternal."

Fang Zheng took a deep breath and flicked his fingers lightly.

"Whoosh!"

In an instant.

A huge, illusory, and complicated compass appeared out of nowhere in mid-air, its many circles rotating slowly.

Numerous grids, countless symbols, just a glance made one feel dizzy.

"Weng..."

The compass trembled slightly, then abruptly shrank, transforming to the size of a coin and appearing at Fang Zheng’s fingertips.

Mrs. Zheng’s breath quickened, watching as Fang Zheng tapped his fingertip on Zheng Yi’s forehead, the illusory compass vanished into her head, suppressed only with the eye of Dharma, the Spiritual Wisdom Spirit’s Spiritual Light was also suppressed by the compass.

Right after.

Countless arcs of electricity emerged from Fang Zheng, then transformed into plasma-like substances, surging into Zheng Yi’s body.

"Crackle..."

"Snap..."

It seemed like a long time had passed or perhaps just a moment, when Mrs. Zheng regained clarity, everything in the scene was as before, as if everything just now was her illusion, with only her daughter Zheng Yi lying on the bed, fallen into slumber, her face flushed with a healthy red glow.

"I have performed a simple Bone Marrow Cleansing for her, passed along the Visualization Method, and sealed several Dharma Gates in her Sea of Consciousness, which can only be opened when her cultivation base is sufficient."

Fang Zheng turned around and spoke slowly:

"When she wakes up, she will naturally know what to do. If she studies hard and practices diligently, her illness will naturally be fine, and she might even turn the misfortune into a blessing, who knows."

He had passed a simplified version of the Celestial Secret Compass, the Observation Method, and several Protective Techniques, given Zheng Yi’s talent, she might even cultivate Mana and become a Mage.

"..." Mrs. Zheng opened her mouth, stumbling:

"Dao... Daoist, could you... could you... let my daughter..."

"Thank you Daoist!"

She had intended to make a request, to see if her daughter could take him as a master, after all, the scene just now could not be fake; the person in front was truly a person of great skill.

But upon seeing Fang Zheng’s expression, she immediately chose to give up.

He would definitely not agree.

......

Outside the door.

Master Ji had been waiting for a long time.

"Daoist Fang."

He clasped his hands together, smiled and said:

"It seems you really have a way to heal the Zheng family’s girl; to connect with the Zheng family is to reach the sky in a single bound!"

"Daoist, please don’t leave in such a rush."

Seeing Fang Zheng about to step away, he hurriedly said:

"I heard that you’re quite interested in Ghost Script?"

"Hmm?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Zheng paused.

"Here’s the thing." Master Ji began:

"I have a friend, a Feng Shui Master known as Elder Gou. Some days ago in Hai Province, he dealt with a piece of pottery with Ghost Script on it."

"That item seems to have ended up in your hands."

Hai Province?

That item from the auction?

"Indeed."

Fang Zheng nodded:

"Does Master Ji have anything related to Ghost Script?"

"I don’t." Master Ji shook his head, then added:

"But my friend knows of a place where objects related to it are kept; I wonder if Daoist Fang would be interested?"