Chapter 84 Singing and Dancing with Joy

Before Qingxu Immortal could speak, Bai Xiaoyue’s heart leapt with joy. Overcome with excitement, she exclaimed, “Xiaomeng, is there even a need to ask? The master must have agreed to take us as his disciples! Otherwise, he wouldn’t have shared his dream with us! Elder, am I right?”

Qingxu Immortal burst out laughing. “Ha ha ha, Bai Xiaoyue, you truly are clever! Yes, in my dream, I was delighted to accept you as my disciples. But I wonder, are you truly willing to acknowledge this old man as your master? If you are, then I will accept you!”

Tu Xiaomeng was so thrilled she nearly fainted, unable to believe her own ears. “Elder, is this really true? Why does it feel as if I’m dreaming?”

“Xiaomeng, you’re not dreaming! The elder has really agreed to take us as disciples!” Song Ta'er shouted, jumping up in joy, running across the meadow as he cheered, “We have a master now! Sister Bai, Xiaomeng, and I—we all have a master! Our master is the same as Brother Yan’s…”

Seeing this, Tu Xiaomeng realized she was not dreaming—Qingxu Immortal truly meant to accept them. Tears welled up in her eyes as she threw herself into Bai Xiaoyue’s arms, crying, “Sister Bai, this is wonderful! We didn’t even need to dream—now we have a master! Waaa…”

“Xiaomeng, why are you crying?” Bai Xiaoyue wiped away Tu Xiaomeng’s tears, her own heart bursting with happiness. “We have a master now. Our greatest wish has come true—you should be happy!”

Tu Xiaomeng, hearing this, instantly broke into a smile through her tears. “You’re right, Sister Bai! Our wish has come true—I should be happy!”

With that, she sprang up, beaming at Qingxu Immortal. “Master, let me dance for you!” She dashed onto the grass, her sleeves fluttering as she sang and danced in delight.

Song Ta’er hurried to join Tu Xiaomeng, dancing and waving his arms alongside her.

Qingxu Immortal watched them with a bright smile, his heart full of joy. Then, with tears glistening in her eyes, Bai Xiaoyue said, “Master, thank you for your great kindness. I know that you did not really dream this. You said so because you heard the ‘dream talk’ between me, Xiaomeng, and Song Ta’er. To fulfill our wish, you made an exception and agreed to accept us as disciples.”

“Hehehe…” Qingxu Immortal chuckled. “Bai Xiaoyue, I knew I couldn’t hide this from you! To be honest, it is just as you said—I overheard your conversation. At first, I agreed to take you in because you are kind-hearted and devoted to the Way, and I could not bear to turn you away. Now, I suddenly feel that taking you as my disciples is the best choice I could make!

“Bai Xiaoyue, rest assured—your master keeps his word. You three are now my disciples. When I have recovered in a few days, I will choose an auspicious day for your formal initiation. After that, I will treat you just as I treat Danzi—without favoritism.

“Just now, I used my spiritual sense to examine your bodies. Although none of you possess the extraordinary natural talent for cultivation that Danzi has, both you and Tu Xiaomeng have very high potential. Only Song Ta’er’s aptitude is a bit lacking… cough, cough… cough…”

Before he could finish, Qingxu Immortal was seized by a violent fit of coughing. His face twisted in pain.

Bai Xiaoyue recognized the onset of his “Inch-by-inch Scorch” illness, her expression changing in fright. She hurried to his side, gently patting his back and asking with deep concern, “Master, does it hurt terribly?”

“I’m fine,” Qingxu Immortal gritted his teeth, forcing himself to endure. “Xiaoyue, don’t be afraid…”

Tu Xiaomeng and Song Ta’er, who had been dancing, noticed what was happening and cried out in alarm. They rushed to Qingxu Immortal’s side to find him pale, sweating, his coughing worsening. Song Ta’er was beside himself with worry, suddenly bursting into tears. “Master, you’re in such pain, and I can’t do anything to help you… What should we do?”

“Master, hold on! I’ll go get your medicine!” Tu Xiaomeng shouted, dashing off toward the alchemy room.

“Xiaoyue, tell Xiaomeng…” Qingxu Immortal’s lips trembled, his voice weak. “‘Nine-turn Golden Elixir’… on the table in the medicine room… inside the little red gourd.”

“Understood!” Bai Xiaoyue shouted, “Xiaomeng, the ‘Nine-turn Golden Elixir’ is in the little red gourd on the medicine room table!”

“Got it!” Tu Xiaomeng’s clear voice rang out as she sped into the alchemy room. She had been there once before with Yan Chixia, so she quickly found her way to the table, grabbed the little red gourd, and raced back. In no time, she returned to Qingxu Immortal’s side. “Master, quickly take the elixir!”

Without delay, she opened the gourd, poured out the ‘Nine-turn Golden Elixir,’ and held it to Qingxu Immortal’s lips.

Qingxu Immortal immediately swallowed the ‘Nine-turn Golden Elixir.’

Bai Xiaoyue, Tu Xiaomeng, and Song Ta’er watched him anxiously.

Moments later, color returned to Qingxu Immortal’s pale face; his lips grew rosy, and his coughing ceased. They all breathed a long sigh of relief, knowing the elixir had worked.

Tu Xiaomeng quickly asked, “Master, are you alright now?”

Qingxu Immortal smiled, “I’m fine! Xiaomeng, I must have frightened you all just now.”

Tu Xiaomeng’s nose tingled, tears streaming down her face. “Master, seeing you like that nearly scared me to death! Waaa…”

She could not hold back her sobs.

Qingxu Immortal was deeply touched. He gently wiped her tears, smiling, “Xiaomeng, don’t cry… Your master is well now, isn’t he?”

Tu Xiaomeng stifled her crying and shook the little red gourd in her hand. “Master, there’s no more ‘Nine-turn Golden Elixir!’ What if your illness returns?”

“That’s right!” Bai Xiaoyue added, worried. “Master, when She Meier left, she said she and her brother would return from ‘Valley of Doom’ in five days. But it’s only been half a day, and your illness has already flared up three times, each worse than the last… If it happens again and we have no ‘Nine-turn Golden Elixir,’ what will we do?”