92: Chapter 92 is titled Qingfu.

These days, Wang Shouren spent an hour or two almost every day guiding Wang Qingxin to Cultivate.

Although he did not practice the Blood Demon Scripture, the insights and comprehension of Blood Demon Elder over several hundred years were all within his Sea of Consciousness.

He broke down and chewed through those obscure energy circulation paths one by one, explaining them to her in the simplest terms.

Every time, Wang Qingxin listened very attentively.

Sitting cross-legged on the rush cushion in front of him, she raised her face and stared at his mouth without blinking, afraid of missing even half a word.

Half of this seriousness was because of Cultivation, and the other half was because only during Cultivation was her master completely and solely belonging to her alone.

After guiding Qi into the body, the speed of Cultivation gradually slowed down.

Without essence blood to nourish it, relying solely on guiding Qi to meditate greatly discounted the Cultivation speed of the Blood Spiritual Root.

But Wang Qingxin was not in a rush, and Wang Shouren was not in a rush either.

"When you reach the third layer of Qi Refining and Cultivate your Divine Sense, you won't need me to teach you like this anymore."

On this afternoon, Wang Shouren finished explaining the last section of the energy circulation path of the Early Stage of the Blood Demon Scripture, retracted his knees, and stood up.

"At that time, reading the contents inside the Jade Slip directly will be much easier."

Wang Qingxin nodded, but quietly suppressed the four words "third layer of Qi Refining" in her heart.

A little slower, even slower, when she reached the third layer of Qi Refining, her master would stop teaching.

"Brother! I've come to play with you!" Wang Qingcheng's crisp voice drifted in from outside the courtyard door.

A trace of extremely subtle anger flashed in Wang Qingxin's eyes, so fast it was almost invisible, before being covered by her drooping eyelids.

"I won't go," Wang Shouren spoke.

Before the corners of Wang Qingxin's mouth had time to curl up, she heard him continue.

"The Family notified us of a meeting yesterday, and I will go over in a moment. Qingxin, go play with your sister."

He stood up and said to Wang Qingcheng at the doorway,

"Qingcheng, take your younger sister to get acquainted with Lotus Pier. Don't run around wildly, and you are not allowed to enter the back mountain."

Wang Qingcheng was originally a bit lost, but upon hearing this, her spirits revived. She ran over, grabbed Wang Qingxin's hand, and dragged her outward.

"Let's go, let's go, I'll take you to the lotus pond to see the Spiritual Fish! Xiaotian is very energetic today, let's take it with us!"

Wang Qingxin was dragged outward by her and glanced back at Wang Shouren.

Wang Shouren was just picking up the Jade Slip on the table to put it into his sleeve and did not look at her.

Wang Qingxin withdrew her gaze, lowered her eyelids, and let Wang Qingcheng pull her through the covered walkway.

The sunlight was very good, and Wang Qingcheng's laughter was very crisp. Lowering her head to look at the hand holding hers, her fingertips moved slightly, but in the end, she did not break free.

When Wang Shouren stepped into the conference hall, the hall was already full of people.

Wang Yaowen and Wang Yaowu sat respectively on the left and right lower seats, several Family elders lined up in order, and even a few collateral elders who rarely showed up on ordinary days had arrived.

All Family members of the Yao generation and above were present in full force. The atmosphere was heavy and solemn, completely different from usual Family meetings.

On the main head seat, Wang Chongyang sat upright like a pine tree. He hadn't even changed the gray cloth Daoist robe from ten days ago, except that the illusory Death Qi around his body seemed to have faded a bit, replaced by a deep coagulation that had precipitated for an unknown number of years.

Another person was sitting beside him.

That was an old Daoist whose beard and hair were mixed with gray and white. His face was thin and gaunt, his eyes slightly closed, and his dark cyan Daoist robe had been washed until it turned pale. The cuffs were embroidered with extremely fine silver lines depicting a small insect spreading its wings as if ready to fly.

That insect was embroidered extremely delicately, with thin wings slightly open and delicate antennae. Under the illumination of the spirit lamps in the hall, faint flowing light rotated around it, as if it would fly out of the sleeve at any moment.

Wang Shouren's gaze paused on that small insect for a moment, and his heart moved slightly.

He had once seen in ancient books that there was an insect named Qingfu Insect, born in the waters of Jiangnan. The mother and child shared a heart, and even if separated by a thousand miles, they could still find each other.

If the blood of the mother insect was smeared on coins to buy goods, the coins would definitely fly back. If the blood of the child insect was smeared on coins, the coins would remain outside, and the mother would definitely search for them.

Smearing coins with the blood of the Qingfu Insect made the coins act like living creatures, with mother and child attracting each other in a continuous cycle that never failed.

Therefore, people in the world called money "Qingfu Insect", taking the meaning of it leaving and returning, inexhaustible in use.

This insect was extremely difficult to find, and it was rumored that it had long been extinct. Now, only a few brief records remained in extremely ancient classics.

That old Daoist seemed to have noticed his gaze. His slightly closed eyes opened a slit, his gaze paused on Wang Shouren's face for a moment, and he said indifferently: "Old Wang Tou, is this the grandson you mentioned?"

Wang Chongyang nodded slightly and beckoned to Wang Shouren: "Shouren, this is Master Qingfu, an intimate friend of mine when I traveled across the world back then. Just call him Grandfather Qingfu."

Wang Shouren's heart tightened, but his expression remained calm. He stepped forward and bowed respectfully: "Junior Wang Shouren greets Grandfather Qingfu."

Master Qingfu looked him up and down. A trace of imperceptible sharp light flashed in his half-open and half-closed eyes, but then they closed again. He merely let out a hum from his nose, which counted as an acknowledgment.