Chapter 97 Father and Daughter
Chapter 97 Father and Daughter
The six women, led by the tall female cultivator, stood or fell unsteadily about ten feet in front of Luo Sifan. Their clothes were tattered and their faces were pale. Some were frightened, while others had just escaped with their lives from the claws of Wu Kui.
Some ignorant male cultivators, having just recovered their senses, angrily made a move to attack Luo Sifan.
Before Luo Sifan could react, Old Master Zhao had already rushed in front of her and slammed his hand down hard.
With a loud bang, the shockwave rippled outwards, but Old Master Zhao shielded Luo Sifan, preventing the escaping shockwave from hitting Luo Sifan and the other person.
The male cultivator who made the move was instead blasted away, spitting out several mouthfuls of blood as he landed on the ground.
Grandpa Zhao gracefully withdrew his hand, then turned to look at Luo Sifan:
"Brother Lin! Your treasure is quite frightening, it's beyond this old man's expectations!"
After saying that, he shook his head, glanced at the tall female cultivator, and his expression was quite complicated.
The tall female cultivator, who had been fleeing in disarray from Wu Kui's claws, straightened her disheveled robes and then flashed over menacingly.
Helpless, Old Master Zhao reached out to block her and shouted a few words in the language of this world that Luo Sifan couldn't understand.
The two argued heatedly for a while, while Luo Sifan, standing behind them, was completely bewildered and had no idea what they were talking about.
"Boy! Did this old man teach you to collect this painting in your hand?"
The tall female cultivator suddenly abandoned Old Master Zhao and fiercely questioned Luo Sifan.
Luo Sifan paused for a moment, then glanced at Old Master Zhao.
Old Master Zhao turned his head and winked hard at Luo Sifan, looking somewhat guilty.
The tall female cultivator stared intently at Luo Sifan, suspecting that the two were conspiring in front of her, and her expression worsened.
Luo Sifan, sensing the situation, quickly responded:
"Senior, you seem to have misunderstood. Senior Zhao did indeed warn me that this scroll was quite dangerous. However, my acquisition of this treasure has nothing to do with Senior Zhao."
Upon hearing this, Old Master Zhao's tense expression relaxed considerably.
The tall female cultivator rolled her eyes at the old man, clearly not believing him.
"Hmph, I refuse to believe that you, a mere low-level cultivator, could obtain this treasure without guidance from others!"
Her voice was sharp and fierce, and the tall female cultivator's eyes were filled with disdain. She didn't even spare the embarrassed old man, Master Zhao.
Luo Sifan smiled easily:
"Senior, you may not know this, but this treasure was personally given to me by its owner."
Luo Sifan brought out the master of the painting realm, and both Old Master Zhao and the tall female cultivator's eyes widened in surprise. The two were clearly astonished, and a cold sneer appeared on the tall female cultivator's lips.
"Brother Lin! You actually ran into him?"
At this point, even Old Master Zhao was unsure whether Luo Sifan's words were true or false, and blurted out a question.
Luo Sifan nodded, described the appearance and clothing of the middle-aged man he had encountered, briefly recounted his experiences in the painting, and then gave Old Master Zhao a faint smile:
"This man's surname is Dugu. He claims to be the master of the painting. He thanked me for saving his wife's life and told me all the secrets of the painting, asking me to accept this item as a way of repaying him."
As Old Master Zhao and the tall female cultivator listened silently to Luo Sifan's gentle explanation, their initial suspicion and mockery gradually faded away.
"Excellent! Excellent! Brother Lin! I never expected you to have such abilities. This incredible encounter has certainly made it worthwhile for this old man to have taken a liking to you at first sight!"
Grandpa Zhao rubbed his hands excitedly, accepting all of Luo Sifan's words, seemingly having the utmost admiration for the Dugu couple.
The tall female cultivator, still in shock, was struggling:
"What nonsense are you spouting, kid? Even that senior couldn't save his wife, so what makes you think you can save her?"
Luo Sifan, of course, was not afraid of her doubts. He shook the alchemy furnace in his hand and then put it away.
“Senior, everyone has their strengths. Although my cultivation level is not high, I am a genuine alchemist. Healing and saving lives is my forte.”
The tall female cultivator was taken aback by Luo Sifan's actions and asked in a deep voice:
"Ordinary pills can have such miraculous effects? I don't believe it! Unless you bring me the pills that saved your predecessor!"
Luo Sifan looked troubled; he didn't want to bring out the Crimson Pearl Grass for no reason and get into trouble.
"Zhao Lingfei! Don't speak recklessly, that's enough!"
Old Master Zhao, observing the situation, interjected with a cold face, then looked at the tall female cultivator and launched into a stern lecture:
“Cultivators each possess secret techniques and rare treasures; how can they be shown to others casually? Possessing such treasures is a crime, attracting unwanted attention and inviting trouble. What Brother Lin said concerns Senior Dugu; how could he have come up with such a thing out of thin air? You mustn't be so stubborn and keep pressing Brother Lin!”
The two women stared at each other, neither willing to back down, for a while before the tall female cultivator named Zhao Lingfei finally gritted her teeth, stomped her foot, and angrily retreated back into the crowd of onlookers.
Luo Sifan didn't know what Zhao Lingfei said to the five male cultivators, but he saw them glare at him resentfully several times before following Zhao Lingfei away from the square.
"Senior Zhao,"
Luo Sifan looked thoughtfully at the silent Old Master Zhao, whose eyes were fixed on Zhao Lingfei's retreating figure, and asked hesitantly:
"This young lady is also surnamed Zhao? I think her appearance and demeanor are somewhat similar to your senior."
Old Master Zhao sighed and looked back at Luo Sifan:
"You guessed right, she is my precious daughter."
Unbeknownst to him, a bitter smile appeared on Old Master Zhao's lips, his tone filled with barely suppressed melancholy.
Luo Sifan nodded in realization, even more puzzled by this strange father-daughter relationship, but wisely refrained from mentioning it again.
"Isn't it strange? You're clearly father and daughter, but you act like enemies when you meet?"
Old Master Zhao, however, seemed to have been hooked, his eyes darting around as he stood there muttering to himself.
Luo Sifan coughed lightly, unsure how to respond.
Old Master Zhao glanced at Luo Sifan, who looked embarrassed, and continued:
"Brother Lin, you may be facing my wife next. Whether we can save people and get out of here largely depends on her decision."
Luo Sifan was startled upon hearing this:
"Senior Zhao, is your wife as difficult to talk to as your daughter?"
Zhao Lingfei's attitude towards outsiders is quite hostile. If this mentality comes from her mother's teachings, then it is easy to imagine how difficult it would be for Luo Sifan to lead Lin Qianxiu and the others out of this place and escape unscathed.
Old Master Zhao's expression at this moment was beyond Luo Sifan's comprehension, and he didn't give Luo Sifan a clear answer.
It was as if I had been pulled into memories of the past, and my mind was elsewhere.
"Senior! Senior!"
Luo Sifan had to remind him of a few things.
Grandpa Zhao suddenly came to his senses and grinned somewhat embarrassedly.
"I just don't understand her. Anyway, if you're to her advantage, everything's fine..."
Whenever the mysterious lady was mentioned, Old Master Zhao's eyes began to wander again.
Luo Sifan listened patiently.
"If she gets nothing from you, things will be difficult today!"
Old Master Zhao made his conclusion decisively.
"However, since you've already established a relationship with Senior Dugu, you have an 80% chance of persuading her with this breakthrough!"
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