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The villa was valued at around five hundred million, but with the top-tier Gathering Spirit Formation arranged by Jiang Chen, its worth soared to at least fifty billion. Since it was a gift for Su Yu, Jiang Chen naturally wanted to prepare it well. This girl, who had grown up alongside him, deserved the best. He planned to spend ten days to half a month meticulously setting up the formation. Besides the Gathering Spirit Formation, he intended to incorporate other formations as well; this would be Su Yu's domain in the future.
In the Xiu Xian World, formations had numerous applications. Powerful individuals often set up various formations in their residences, allowing them to change according to their thoughts, much like what is referred to as smart home technology in modern civilization.
At noon, after finishing lunch with Qin Xiaoya, Jiang Chen called Zeng Xianyi to inform him that he would visit in the afternoon. Zeng Xianyi quickly agreed. After hanging up, he hurriedly called his grandchildren, urging them to return home immediately. Zeng Xianyi wanted his family’s younger generation to receive Ling Mingzi's inheritance.
An hour later, all of Zeng Xianyi's grandchildren had gathered. He had five sons, and altogether there were eleven grandchildren. The eldest grandson was already in his thirties, while the youngest granddaughter was only about fifteen or sixteen.
“Grandpa, why are you so anxious? Is something wrong?” Zeng Xianyi's eldest grandson asked. He was already married and had a seven-year-old child.
“I called you all here because something significant has come up. A Daoist wants to take on disciples and pass on his teachings. I believe there are suitable candidates among you, so I hope you will perform well and not disappoint me,” Zeng Xianyi said with a serious expression.
“Ah? Grandpa, I don’t want to be a Daoist!” exclaimed Zeng Wenwen, the sixteen-year-old granddaughter.
“Wenwen, this is a rare opportunity! That Daoist is an extraordinary person. If you inherit his skills, it will benefit you greatly. Besides, we don’t even know if he will accept you; if you want to be a Daoist, this might be your only chance,” Zeng Xianyi replied with a slight smile, showing his usual fondness for the youngest generation.
Zeng Wenwen, being the youngest, was now the only one brave enough to argue back with her grandfather.
“If he doesn’t want me, that’s fine; I’d rather join the army than become a Daoist,” she said defiantly.
“Haha! While I hope you consider joining the army, I would prefer you become a Daoist. It would be an honor for our family if we had the most powerful female Daoist in Huaxia,” Zeng Xianyi laughed.
“Grandpa, you just love teasing me,” Zeng Wenwen pouted playfully.
“Alright, I’m done joking for now. But listen closely; when asked if you want to be a Daoist, you all must say yes. Understand?” Zeng Xianyi’s tone turned serious.
“Grandpa, isn’t that putting us in a difficult position?” Zeng Wenwen muttered.
The others nodded in agreement. Especially Zeng Xianyi's granddaughters were quite resistant to becoming Daoists; after all, how many girls became Daoists? If they did become female Daoists, they would likely become laughingstocks.
“This is your chance! If it weren’t for my connection with your Uncle Jiang, he wouldn’t have offered this opportunity to me. If you’re unwilling, there are plenty of others waiting behind you,” Zeng Xianyi stated firmly.
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