"No, itâs too valuable. Mother said not to randomly accept things from others."
Nangong Yaoyao had an obedient and cute expression, repeatedly refusing.
"Itâs alright, these tea leaves arenât worth much, and besides, Xiaochan is busy, so I might need to trouble Miss Yaoyao next."
Lu Changsheng said with gentle eyes and a smile.
"Then thank you, Senior Lu."
Nangong Yaoyao refused twice and then accepted with a cheerful smile.
The two then drank tea and chatted together.
From Charming Skills to other Cultivation Techniques, and related cultivation.
Although Lu Changsheng did not cultivate Charming Skills, his current understanding of Cultivation Techniques made it exceedingly easy to guide a young girl at the Foundation Establishment stage.
Even though her mother was at the Core Formation stage, giving her a natural advantage through exposure, she was still several levels beneath Lu Changsheng.
Throughout the process, Lu Changsheng talked from ordinary Bewitching Techniques and Charm Techniques to Seven Emotions and Six Desires, stirring othersâ mental spirit.
"The Six Desires arise from the heart, a fleeting thought separates immortals and demons. I happen to have a cultivation technique named âSix Desires Heart Demon Techniqueâ."
"If Miss Yaoyao is interested, you can study it a bit."
Lu Changsheng spoke up, taking out a Cultivation Technique Jade Slip from his storage ring.
This cultivation technique was very top-level, but cultivating it was too dangerous, hence it was not placed in the familyâs library.
However, the clever and gifted girl in front of him could attempt to cultivate it.
Given her situation, if she could master this technique, her combat power and charming skills would be tremendously enhanced.
"Ah, wouldnât this be too precious?"
Nangong Yaoyao blinked her somewhat beautiful eyes, with an innocent and cute expression.
"Itâs no big deal, I find chatting with young friends quite enjoyable, so donât be shy."
Lu Changsheng chuckled, handing the Jade Slip to her.
He then explained some key points, precautions, and expressed that if she had any questions or doubts, she could directly come to him.
"Thank you, Senior Lu."
Nangong Yaoyao said with a joyful smile.
...
"Goodbye, Senior Lu."
The young girl cheerfully waved at Lu Changsheng, then gracefully departed.
"It seems my daughter has already figured out my identity."
Lu Changsheng watched Nangong Yaoyaoâs figure, squinting slightly, murmuring to himself.
He had previously reviewed this daughterâs information and learned from Meng Xiaochan about her, knowing she was not as innocent as she seemed.
But today in their interaction, she behaved completely like an innocent and inexperienced cute girl in front of him, clearly intentionally disguising to make him lower his guard and then learn about him.
"Is this considered a test?"
Lu Changsheng rubbed his chin and then shook his head with a light chuckle.
Currently having nothing else to do, he didnât mind playing along with this daughter.
...
"Sister Xiaochan."
Nangong Yaoyao didnât return to her residence but instead found Meng Xiaochan before Lu Changsheng.
"Yaoyao, how did your chat with Lu... the Senior go?"
Meng Xiaochan looked at the girl in the purple dress with a doting gaze.
"Sister Xiaochan, is this Senior Lu my father?"
Nangong Yaoyao asked with her head tilted, holding Meng Xiaochanâs arm.
Her face was full of smiles, yet her expression was very calm, as if she was talking about something very ordinary.
"Boom!"
Meng Xiaochanâs heart skipped a beat, silently exclaiming that Yaoyao had indeed guessed Lu Langâs identity.
Not only did she have a breathtaking appearance that could charm hearts, but she also had eyes that could see through others.
When meeting Lu Changsheng before, she probably already had this guess, and now with their interaction, she might have confirmed most of it.
"Yaoyao knows."
Afraid of making Meng Xiaochan embarrassed, the young girl did not push her to say the answer, she said with a smile.
She then snuggled against her arm, coyly said: "Sister Xiaochan, what kind of person is Senior Lu?"
"Hm..."
In Meng Xiaochanâs mind, Lu Changsheng had been idealized countless times, but when it came time to express it to Nangong Yaoyao, she didnât know where to start.
However, seeing the girlâs face full of genuine curiosity, she eventually began to describe the Lu Changsheng she knew.
"Lu... Daoist, he is not only handsome in appearance but also immensely talented, he has profound knowledge. Not only in cultivation but in many fields he has remarkable achievements, facing any matter calmly and resolving risks with ease..."
"He has a broad mind, treats others with humility, understands everything thoroughly, and is benevolent, responsible, like a perfect gentleman... He not only has the ambition to swallow the heavens but also has tender feelings..."
Hearing Meng Xiaochanâs words, Nangong Yaoyao was a bit stunned.
Thinking, was Sister Xiaochan bewitched? Who praises someone like this?
But considering Meng Xiaochan would never deceive her, hearing such incredible words, she felt it quite true.
On one hand, from todayâs conversation, she could feel this Senior Luâs knowledge was entirely beyond what a Ninth Level Foundation Establishment cultivator should possess.
His insights into cultivation did not seem inferior to her motherâs, perhaps even surpassing them.
Moreover, she was aware of her motherâs personality.
She couldnât understand what kind of man would captivate her mother enough to give birth to her.
For a long time, she believed that he had conflicts or enmity with her mother, which was why her mother always said she had no father.
But if such a flawless man existed, it seemed plausible for her mother to fall in love with him?
After saying almost everything, Meng Xiaochan asked the girl in the purple dress: "Yaoyao, how did your chat with Senior Lu go?"
"It was great, Senior Lu not only gave me a jar of tea leaves but also a cultivation technique."
Nangong Yaoyao shared the dayâs events with Meng Xiaochan.
Although she didnât reveal their relationship, she has always been candid with Meng Xiaochan.