“It took over 10,000 years between heaven and earth to set off this catastrophe. ording to my father, although the master lived for a millennium, he ultimately died without any illness. It wasn’t a situation that required him to endure the catastrophe,”


    Charlie Wade chuckled to himself, nodding as he replied, “So, after living for a thousand years, in the eyes of God, it doesn’t really matter; it’s not significant enough to provoke God’s wrath.”


    Lin Wan’er (ni) gave a slight nod, saying, “That seems to be the case.”


    After saying this, she let out a sigh, “However, it’s interesting to note that the son and the master had a chance encounter. Although the master had been riding a crane for over three hundred years by the time the son was born, you spent the first five hundred years with him and maintained a connection for another five hundred years…”


    As she spoke, Lin Wan’er (ni) suddenly asked with curiosity, “If you don’t mind my asking, how did you enter the Tao? Which elder guided you into it?”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Since Lin Wan’er (ni) had opened up about her past and secrets, Charlie Wade decided to share as well. “I came across an ancient book titled ‘Nine Xuantian Jing’ by chance, which contains a wealth of information about cultivation. That’s how I entered the Tao.”


    Lin Wan’er (ni) frowned and replied, “The Nine Profound Heavenly Scriptures? I don’t believe I’ve ever heard of it.”


    “Really?” Charlie Wade responded, a hint of disappointment in his voice. “I thought that this ‘Nine Xuantian Jing’ might have been authored by the esteemed Meng Changsheng…”


    “My father never mentioned the ‘Nine Xuantian Jing’,” Lin Wan’er (ni) exined. “I’ve never met my master, so I can’t speak on that. I only heard about it from my father.”


    Charlie Wade asked, intrigued, “Have you never encountered Meng Changsheng?”


    “No,” Lin Wan’er (ni) replied. “When my father returned from the mountain for the first time, he spoke about our ancestor Meng. He even tried to teach our family spiritual energy, but we simplycked the aptitude for wisdom, which is why we haven’t been able to step into the world of monks. If we had mastered spiritual energy, perhaps we would have had a chance to meet the ancestor Meng.”


    Suddenly, a thought struck Charlie Wade, and he smiled, saying, “The portrait that Mrs. Jiang gifted me is safely tucked away in the Champs Elysees Hot Spring Vi. If you’re interested, I’d be happy to show it to youter.”


    Lin Wan’er (ni) expressed her fascination, saying, “Our family hasn’t known what the master looks like for so long. Seeing his portrait would be a dreame true.”


    Charlie Wade nodded slightly and continued, “By the way, even though you don’t have control over spiritual energy, you seem to be immune to my memory-erasing technique. That’s likely due to the Evergreen Pill, right?”


    “Yes,” Lin Wan’er (ni) smiled gently. “After taking the Evergreen Pill, while I still can’t manipte spiritual energy and my family remains unable to harness it, I gained the ability to perceive aura. I can sense my father’s aura, the aura of the pucha tree, and even the aura you attempted to erase in Northern Europe. It was during that time I realized your method of hypnotizing and erasing memories with aura is ineffective against our family.”


    Since Lin Wan’er (ni) had referred to herself as Wan’er in front of him, Charlie Wade had suspected that his methods wouldn’t work on her.


    However, he was taken aback to discover that Lin Wan’er (ni) possessed such a remarkable sensitivity to aura.<fnf697> For more chapters visit find[?]ovel</fnf697>


    “You mentioned that the pucha tree has an aura, is that urate? How can a tree possess an aura?” he asked, astonished.


    “It’s true,” Lin Wan’er (ni) affirmed earnestly. “The pucha tree not only has an aura, but it’s also quite powerful. Unfortunately, after being struck down by heavenly thunder, all its aura has vanished.”


    Charlie Wade was amazed. He couldn’t help but nce at the piece of lightning-struck wood that Lin Wan’er (ni) had taken out earlier, contemting, “The wood that Wanting gave me was formed from the heart of a blood dragon tree struck by lightning and refined into a thunderbolt, possessing incredible power. If I could use the lightning-struck wood that failed its heavenly tribtion, its potency would surely be even greater, right?”