Let me go down?

Su Yuniang opened her mouth wide, wanting to speak but holding her tongue.

In the end, she silently withdrew from the scene.

Jiucai Rong, hiding nearby, found it all rather strange.

This patriarch had previously been incredibly frustrated with him.

Thinking he was too timid and useless, constantly reprimanding him, then suddenly felt that perhaps this style...

Is actually pretty good?

The patriarch called Jiucai Rong over and said solemnly:

"Our family's philosophy of demon cultivation shouldn't be one-dimensional. Her style of violent and cruel tribulation cultivator, constantly deceiving and robbing scholars, she's already doing that well."

"There's no need to guide her, the junior, further."

"Your gentle art of killing is also a kind of balance. Kid, tell me again, how do you plan to acquire resources?"

Do I have to speak again?

This old man reminded him of the horror of relatives and friends dominating him during festival seasons.

Every New Year, they would drag him around asking all sorts of questions — married yet, got a girlfriend, how's your work experience....

It's so head-splendidly flavorful of the holidays!

The three New Year programs made it abundantly clear the dogged planner's painstaking intention, the babbling during annual ancestor worship, the raw fear of returning home!

But Jiucai Rong really couldn't do it.

Not having a photographic memory, he didn't remember much of the Conan plot.

Thinking somehow of how to demonstrate the brutality of their demon cultivator heritage, what bad things he did this year...to show he's a worthy successor.

Just as he was at a loss, Su Yuniang secretly reminded him from the side:

"Just be yourself, not like an outside merchant, we're all insiders here, no need to pretend to be serious."

Such small actions couldn't escape this great demon cultivator.

The patriarch found it somewhat surprising, this meek kid, could he be hiding immense schemes?

This generation of demon cultivators, all possessing the potential of a Demon Emperor?

And Jiucai Rong was still confused.

What does he mean no need to pretend among insiders?

I've never pretended well!

Su Yuniang naturally played her part, she just expressed her genuine blacksmith thoughts.

But he had always been his true self from the start, just an honest, unskilled in fighting, even afraid of ghosts, typical corporate slave...how would he know demon cultivator knowledge of killing and robbing?

In his usual style...

Thinking again about the blacksmith's infamous complaints towards him.

Suddenly, he had an idea: "Patriarch, demons intercept and kill to acquire cultivation resources...while at the manor, I discovered an entirely new school of demon cultivation, killing without surfaces, making people dread and tremble."

The patriarch thought this was nonsense, "Explain further."

"I call this type of demon cultivator the capitalists."

Jiucai Rong slowly put his thoughts in order, and spoke a profound truth:

"Demon cultivators live by making murder."

"Capitalists make murder by living."

The patriarch grew contemplative, starting to find it interesting: "Interesting, what kind of demon cultivator is a capitalist? Tell more."

Jiucai Rong relaxed, beginning to describe capitalist tactics, something he was all too familiar with.

After going around the subject, he finally said:

"The former Sword Casting Manor was still playing the knife-burning slave system of the era, but we are kind-hearted and couldn't stand seeing slaves go hungry, thus decided to bring capitalism."

"This is the inheritance and progress of civilization."

"Giving them hope, bringing despair yet endlessly exploiting them, telling them hard work would lead to a better future."

He gradually let go of himself, no longer reserved, exposing his true self, his face radiating confidence and vigor:

"A demon cultivator kills one, I can kill a crowd."

"Su Yuniang manages the scholars in the manor, tricking them to open the Three Flowers, while I manage the blacksmiths."

"In our manor, dying from overwork isn't an excuse for laziness."

"Malicious death should be penalized with salary deductions more so!"

"We've also developed new Ember blacksmiths, allowing the deceased to continue working! Creating brilliance and a better tomorrow!"

...

The patriarch listened and was intrigued.

"A fine demon cultivator! A true demon cultivator! This is the style of our demon cultivator family!"

Previously thought this one was too timid, incapable of combat, suddenly brutally killing.

Turns out he was a demon cultivator with cruel schemes.

Loving to mentally torture others, committing murders in sealed rooms, destroying others' hopes for pleasure.

Extremely fond of frightful fun.

With these two, the whole manor is probably...bright prospects ahead!!

Returning to prosperity isn't impossible.

At this time, maybe he need not rely on his old age, nor guide the young in demon cultivator experiences during New Year.

In contrast, his techniques of severe punishments, interception experience, assessing caravan strength...

Slightly seemed outdated, direct, overly simplistic, kind, straightforwardly gifting death to others.

After all, dying in the hands of these two is practically bliss.

However, he ultimately was unwilling for those skills to be lost, so he began speaking to the two:

"You two are decent, you could acknowledge me as an adoptive father at any time."

"But I must teach you some worldly experiences, can't go out without experience."

"Even if not specializing in this, encountering merchant crews occasionally, if you don't know how to strike, isn't it heaven-sent meat slipping past your mouth, regretting not having learned before?"

"Listen well, you'll have use for them sooner or later."

"This is true inheritance, the difference between demon cultivators with heritage and those random roadside ones lies in this."

He took advantage of New Year, educating the youngsters a bit.

And even presented his gift, "Since you've called me adoptive father, of course I should gift you something."

"I see neither of you have opened Three Flowers yet, supposedly stabilizing your foundation, but noticing your ages of fifteen or sixteen, you're a year or two late compared to regular cultivators, it's time for formal cultivation."

Both nodded their heads.

Indeed, they hadn't opened Three Flowers.

Because each opening of Three Flowers meant becoming Enchanters, death about to approach, had to jump into the Forging Furnace.

And Jiucai Rong just realized.

No wonder they didn't believe his secret murder plot in Pingchang City, he even forgot he's a mortal now.

The patriarch apparently had been watching a joke.

The patriarch produced three Spirit Grass and a Secret Manual.

"This is the core inheritance of our lineage, Blood Separation Flower, even though it's Middle Grade Spiritual Root, its effects are no less than some Upper Grade Spiritual Roots, along with corresponding techniques for Five Elements, Four Viscera Realm."

Jiucai Rong and Su Yuniang immediately rejoiced, this adoptive father was worth calling!

"Thank you, adoptive father!"

"Thank you, adoptive father!"

The patriarch gestured with his hand, turned and returned to fishing: "Not keeping you longer, you should go pay respects to the other two patriarchs."

"Among them, Stone Ancestor is the Tenth Ancestor, also the previous generation elder of your Manor Master."

"The other is Bottle Ancestor, the Ninth Ancestor, an Ascetic who has been in seclusion for decades, you won't meet him, just need to honor Stone Ancestor."

"I suspect your Bottle Ancestor may have already died."

Su Yuniang, on the other hand, remained calm.

You're all dead yourselves, still suspecting if someone else died?

Whether dead or not, it's not for the Embers deficient in 'death' recognition to decide.

It's for the living to decide.

That Bottle Ancestor was also Embers, surely died long ago but didn't quite die.

Pretending to still be in seclusion.

"The main one you need to see is Stone Ancestor, she's harsh and mercurial, lost herself to Fire and Demonic ties years ago, you need to be careful, they may not help juniors like me."

"You folks going over there, a fair number might end up dead."

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