Chapter 806: Choosing a Taoist Name

After sending Meng Huan'er to the Scarlet City Grotto-Heaven, Chen Mobai naturally decided to visit the academy as well. After all, besides the turtle treasure, the Dance Weapon Academy had helped him the most to reach his current standing. Since he was already there, there was no reason not to go.

"Teacher, long time no see! Why are you waiting for me at the main gate?" However, when Chen Mobai arrived this time, he saw Che Yucheng leading a group of people standing in front of the steps of Chicheng Mountain. Feeling a pang of shame, he immediately used Void Walk to teleport to them.

"Though you are my student, you are also a Nascent Soul Grandmaster and the future leader of the Dance Weapon lineage," Che Yucheng said with a smile. "We should still show you the respect you deserve." Chen Mobai, hearing this, bowed respectfully to him. He then nodded in greeting to Hong Mengkui, Zuo Gong, Deng Daoyun, and other department deans standing nearby. Everyone looked at Chen Mobai with satisfaction, gathering around him and marveling at the Immortal Sect's greatest genius throughout history.

"Greetings, esteemed deans and teachers." At this moment, Meng Huan'er also arrived, a step slower as she couldn't teleport directly like Chen Mobai.

"Senior Sister Meng, as an outstanding graduate of our academy, has been fortunate enough to receive the Golden Liquid Jade Return Pill this time," Chen Mobai began, expressing his support for Meng Huan'er. "I hope she successfully forms her Core within the academy and becomes our academy's next councilor in the Kaiyuan Hall." Everyone simply assumed that after forming his Nascent Soul, he was preparing for the next major realm and wished to nurture Meng Huan'er, the Dao Seed of the Mysterious Sound Wonderful Method.

"The place for Core Formation has been arranged according to your wishes. Let her go see it first," Che Yucheng said, then instructed Cong Wanru, the dean of the Music Department and one of Meng Huan'er's former mentors, to take her to the center of the Myriad Treasures Cavern. Chen Mobai, meanwhile, stayed behind to attend a meeting with the deans of the Dance Weapon Academy's major departments.

"Before the Dean went into seclusion, he said that if you formed your Nascent Soul and he hadn't emerged from the minor realm, you would become the next dean," Che Yucheng stated at the meeting, relaying Grandmaster Cheng Xuan's words. No one had any objections to this. After all, times were always progressing, and there would always be a new generation of deans. For them, Chen Mobai, the Immortal Sect's greatest genius throughout history, becoming dean was the beginning of an even greater advancement.

"There's no rush for this matter, as I still need to support our lineage in the Hall of Righteous Law," Chen Mobai replied. Although after his conversation with Ancestor Qianxing, Chen Mobai had already considered retiring to become dean, he believed in having a sense of responsibility. The Dance Weapon lineage currently relied on him to establish a foothold in the Three Great Halls and contend with the Heaven-Mending Kunpeng lineage. Even the Gou Mang lineage needed him to shield them from challenges. If he were to leave directly at this time, he wouldn't be able to overcome his own conscience.

"Alas, it's our fault that there's no one among our two generations who has formed a Nascent Soul; otherwise, you wouldn't have to bear such a heavy burden at such a young age," Che Yucheng sighed. Upon hearing this, everyone in the conference room lowered their heads in a bit of shame.

"Not at all. If the teachers had Nascent Soul spirit medicines, you might well succeed in forming a Nascent Soul just like me. Please don't underestimate yourselves…" Chen Mobai, however, dared not speak like that. The Immortal Sect still emphasized respecting teachers and valuing the Dao.

After the meeting, Chen Mobai met with Che Yucheng privately. "To have cultivated a disciple like you, I can close my eyes now without any regrets," Che Yucheng said with a look of contentment, taking the tea Chen Mobai had brewed and offered in his Office No. 1.

"Not at all. It is my honor to be your disciple, Teacher," Chen Mobai shook his head, very humble. He would always remember that he had only one master in his life: the white-haired old man before him. Without Che Yucheng's guidance, he would never have formed his Nascent Soul so smoothly, and he might not even have achieved Foundation Establishment after comprehending the Dao, let alone obtained the Purple Lightning Sword.

"The academy will be entrusted to you from now on," Che Yucheng said. Chen Mobai nodded solemnly. "I will make the academy even greater."

After the master and disciple finished their tea, Chen Mobai prepared to leave. Before departing, he also paid a visit to several of his university teachers. They were all delighted by Chen Mobai's current achievements and even more pleased that he still remembered them.

"It's a pity. With your talent, if you had focused entirely on talismans, you could have become a fifth-tier talisman master like Grandmaster Yu Yi. But you bear heavy responsibilities and need to dedicate yourself to breaking through realms..." This was said by Xu Xiu, the teacher who had taught Chen Mobai talisman crafting. He greatly regretted that Chen Mobai had abandoned the path of talismans after graduating from the academy.

Seeing Xu Xiu, Chen Mobai recalled how this teacher had deliberately posed difficult questions during exams, gauging Chen Mobai's skill level and failing him, hoping to make him focus on talisman crafting. More than sixty years had passed in a flash. Xu Xiu had also grown as old as Che Yucheng. He hadn't formed his Core; his limit in this life was a third-tier talisman master. Therefore, he desperately hoped that one of his students would surpass him.

"My apologies, Teacher Xu. But now that I've formed my Nascent Soul, I'll have plenty of time. Then I'll just take the third- and fourth-tier talisman master exams at the same time," Chen Mobai replied. He thought it was a bit unreasonable that as a Nascent Soul cultivator, many of his professional certifications in the Hundred Arts of Immortal Cultivation were still stuck at the second tier. With the Minor Realm Scroll, as long as he studied diligently, passing the fourth-tier exam would be easy. However, for a fifth-tier talisman master, given the Immortal Sect's extremely strict assessments, he wasn't sure if he could pass. Conversely, Chen Mobai was confident about becoming a fifth-tier artifact craftsman, thanks to the Comprehension of the Same Truth.

"Junior Brother, what Daoist title do you plan to use after forming your Nascent Soul? Will you just be called Grandmaster Mobai?" The last people Chen Mobai visited were Hong Mengkui and Bian Jingchun. The latter was also skilled at brewing tea and posed this question during their conversation. In the Immortal Sect, according to ancient rites, Nascent Soul cultivators could adopt their own Daoist titles. Once chosen, this title would generally be used for life. In official documents of the Immortal Sect, it would be used to refer to the Nascent Soul Grandmaster. Of course, if one ascended to the position of a Lord of the Three Great Halls, the title of the position would take precedence, with the Daoist title following. Some people simply used their given names, but most would choose a suitable title based on their cultivation method, lineage inheritance, and so forth.

"I do have one in mind, but it might not be very suitable for the Immortal Sect's context," Chen Mobai said, taking a sip of tea. It was a decent third-tier Phoenix Bud Golden Needle from Chicheng Mountain. After drinking it, his blood felt slightly warm, and his vitality became more active. However, Chen Mobai's Body Forging Art was already at the fourth tier, so the tea merely made him feel a slight warmth throughout his body and was quickly metabolized. In contrast, after Bian Jingchun drank it, her cheeks flushed crimson, and her exposed white skin, such as her neck, turned a rosy pink. The tea's potency seemed too strong for her, having only recently formed her Core.

"What Daoist title? Tell us, and we can offer some advice. Why wouldn't it be suitable?" In comparison, Hong Mengkui's face was merely flushed. He had completed his Core Formation long ago, and his vital essence was locked by the Core Embracing Art, so he could fully digest the beneficial tea.

"I once had an online alias called 'Azure Emperor,' but in the current social environment, a Daoist title with 'Emperor' in it might not be acceptable to the common people," Chen Mobai admitted, having pondered over his Daoist title for a long time. Simply using his name would not align with his consistently high-profile style. Chen Mobai felt it necessary to choose a grand, imposing, and instantly awe-inspiring Daoist title within the Immortal Sect. Otherwise, it wouldn't fully reflect his status as the Immortal Sect's greatest genius throughout history.

"Azure Emperor" was the title he wanted to adopt. However, both Hong Mengkui and Bian Jingchun immediately advised against it. Their reasons were precisely what Chen Mobai had considered: with the rising public awareness in the Immortal Sect, Daoist titles containing imperial or monarchical terms would naturally incur resentment from the populace.

"I actually have an idea…" After critiquing the "Azure Emperor" title, Bian Jingchun suddenly spoke. "Please tell me, Senior Sister," Chen Mobai said casually, though he didn't hold much hope. He had been contemplating this matter since forming his Nascent Soul. His daughter, Chen Xiaohei, having received the Primordial Chaos True Qi inheritance, believed this would become Chen Mobai's signature divine ability in the future, so she suggested using "Yi Yuan" (One Origin) as his Daoist title. And to be fair, Chen Mobai was quite tempted. After all, the Daoist title "Yi Yuan" in the Heavenly River Realm belonged to an ascended cultivator. If he used this title in the Immortal Sect, he might gain some auspiciousness and perhaps even cultivate to the realm of ascension in the future.

"How about 'Pure Yang' as your Daoist title?" After Bian Jingchun finished speaking, both Chen Mobai and Hong Mengkui were stunned. For so many years in the Immortal Sect, there had truly been no Nascent Soul or Spirit Transformation cultivators who used "Pure Yang" as their Daoist title. Ancestor Yuanyang achieved Dao with the Pure Yang Scroll, but because he was not originally from the Dance Weapon Academy's orthodox lineage, he chose the name "Yuanyang." This also reflected his desire to establish a new lineage based on himself as the origin, creating a new Pure Yang Scroll inheritance. After Ancestor Yuanyang, although many cultivators in the Immortal Sect formed Nascent Souls using the Pure Yang Scroll, they all deemed their talents inferior to Yuanyang's and thus dared not use the name "Pure Yang." But Chen Mobai was different! As a cultivator originating from the Dance Weapon Academy, he was the undisputed orthodox successor of Pure Yang. Furthermore, achieving Nascent Soul at eighty-nine years old already surpassed Ancestor Yuanyang, making him the most talented person in the Immortal Sect's history. He was worthy of the name "Pure Yang." Only Chen Mobai, using "Pure Yang" as his Daoist title, would not be criticized by the people of the Immortal Sect; instead, they would even feel that he possessed a grand vision encompassing the universe and a magnificent aura surpassing previous sages. The number one in the Immortal Sect should be this proud!

"Pure Yang!" Chen Mobai muttered the words twice, his eyes growing brighter. He felt this Daoist title suited him perfectly. "Thank you, Senior Sister Bian, I'll go back and give it some more thought." However, he didn't make an immediate decision, as a Daoist title, once chosen, would be used for a lifetime.

After bidding farewell to Bian Jingchun and Hong Mengkui, Chen Mobai called Che Yucheng and discussed the matter. "Think of a few more options, and ask around among your acquaintances. But indeed, you are worthy of the name 'Pure Yang,'" Che Yucheng said. Hearing Che Yucheng's words, Chen Mobai was even more tempted.

Upon returning to Yumou City, he also mentioned this to Shi Wanyu and their daughter, asking for their opinions. "Dad, I still think 'Yi Yuan' sounds better and suits you more," Chen Xiaohei insisted on her idea. Having cultivated the Primordial Chaos True Qi for nearly twenty years, she increasingly found it profound and unfathomable, believing that this divine ability would allow Chen Mobai to shine through the ages and leave an eternal monument in the history of the Immortal Sect.

"What do you think?" Chen Mobai asked Shi Wanyu, who had been smiling silently beside them, feeling a little tempted to borrow some of True Monarch Yi Yuan's luck after hearing Chen Xiaohei's words. "Either is fine, I think both are good," Shi Wanyu replied, causing Chen Mobai to shake his head internally, feeling that his child's mother was too indecisive.

"I'll think about it more and ask some friends." Chen Mobai walked out of the living room on the first floor and was just about to call Yan Bingxuan in the courtyard outside when he suddenly received a call from Wenren Xuewei. "Hello, what's wrong?" Chen Mobai answered, feeling a bit surprised, as it was rare for Wenren Xuewei to call him proactively.

"The Immortal Affairs Hall sent a notification, asking our Gou Mang Academy to prepare some main and auxiliary ingredients for refining the Golden Liquid Jade Return Pill. What's going on? Hasn't the list already been confirmed and exchanged?" Upon hearing this, Chen Mobai realized he had forgotten about it. "Ancestor Qianxing made a request, but the Immortal Affairs Hall won't officially submit the proposal to the Kaiyuan Hall for a vote until next year. However, this matter benefits all of us, so it will certainly pass. The Immortal Affairs Hall is likely collecting the medicinal ingredients in advance, hoping to refine another batch of Golden Liquid Jade Return Pills as soon as possible to prevent Master Ling and our own people from falling too far behind."

The Three Great Halls of the Immortal Sect definitely needed to rely on the Six Great Pharmaceutical Factories to refine Core Formation spiritual items. After all, the Immortal Sect practiced specialized cultivation; some spirit herbs were suitable for the Gou Mang Academy's spiritual veins and were therefore cultivated in their minor realm. Herbal ingredients and spiritual grasses provided to the Immortal Sect for refining elixirs and spiritual liquids could only be sold at cost. However, precisely because of this, the Core Formation spirit medicines, and even Nascent Soul spirit medicines, were always distributed among the Four Great Academies. Wenren Xuewei managed the Kongqing Pharmaceutical Factory, so the notification for the Immortal Sect's requisition of medicinal ingredients first reached her hands.

"So that's how it is. Then how many pills can our two lineages receive?" Wenren Xuewei immediately understood the situation upon hearing that Ancestor Qianxing had spoken. However, she quickly thought of the crucial point. Because the previous list had caused a huge stir, she wanted to hear this information from Chen Mobai first. After all, among the Three Great Halls, only the Gou Mang lineage currently lacked a Nascent Soul cultivator overseeing it, so as soon as she spoke, she implicitly linked her own lineage with Chen Mobai's.

"Since Ancestor Qianxing made the request for this batch, we definitely need to give face to the Heaven-Mending lineage, so let's keep it balanced. Our two lineages get five pills, and the Heaven-Mending and Kunpeng lineages get five pills," Chen Mobai said. Upon hearing this, Wenren Xuewei hummed in satisfaction. Although she knew that "five pills for two lineages" meant three for Dance Weapon and two for Gou Mang, for the Gou Mang lineage, having two pills was already very satisfying.

"Thank you. If you have time, come to Linwu Grotto-heaven, and I'll treat you to tea." Just as Wenren Xuewei was about to hang up, Chen Mobai remembered the matter of his Daoist title and immediately asked for her opinion. "Between 'Yi Yuan' and 'Pure Yang,' which one do you think suits me?" "Both are quite good, they suit you well," Wenren Xuewei replied. Hearing this, Chen Mobai was a bit dissatisfied; why was she also being vague? "Just pick one."

"I actually have a Daoist title that might suit you even better. Would you like to hear it?" Wenren Xuewei suddenly interjected. Chen Mobai was curious, wondering if there could be a title that surpassed "Yi Yuan" and "Pure Yang." "Please tell me." "Your talent in the Dao of Space is exceptionally high; you might even be a Void Spirit Body. I heard your old home is in the Great Void Mountain Range. How about 'Great Void' as your title? What do you think?"

Chen Mobai's eyes lit up upon hearing this, but he immediately frowned. "Great Void"... it might be misunderstood if spoken aloud. Yet, it truly suited him well. After all, his current achievements were entirely thanks to his ability to traverse two realms. Using "Great Void" as his Daoist title would indeed be a way of not forgetting his roots. Why were all these people so good at choosing Daoist titles? Chen Mobai himself could only cling to his old online alias, "Azure Emperor."

"Thanks, I'll think about it more." After hanging up with Wenren Xuewei, Chen Mobai immediately called Yan Bingxuan. He had been busy with various matters and had neglected her a bit, but she understood his situation and never called him proactively to disturb him. When the call connected, Chen Mobai felt a pang of guilt. "I just formed my Nascent Soul, and I have too many things on my hands. I'll come to see you after I've dealt with everything... No, no, you don't need to come to Danxia City. I'm just coming to pack some things and then I'll leave right away... There's something I want your opinion on, it's about my Daoist title..." Chen Mobai interrupted Yan Bingxuan's idea of coming to Danxia City to spend New Year's Eve with him, then quickly changed the subject and asked about his Daoist title.

"Pure Yang is good," Yan Bingxuan thought for a moment and gave a definite answer. Chen Mobai immediately stopped agonizing. "Then I'll go with your suggestion, Pure Yang!" Hearing this, a happy smile appeared on Yan Bingxuan's face. The two continued to talk for a long time until Chen Xiaohei called Chen Mobai for dinner, at which point he reluctantly found an excuse to hang up.

At the dinner table, Chen Mobai told Shi Wanyu and their daughter that he had decided to use "Pure Yang" as his Daoist title. Shi Wanyu naturally had no objections, while Chen Xiaohei was a little disappointed. However, both mother and daughter fully accepted Chen Mobai's decision.

"Dad, your Daoist title is 'Pure Yang.' What if, after I form my Nascent Soul, my Daoist title is 'Pure Yin'?" Chen Xiaohei asked. However, after accepting the decision, Chen Xiaohei quickly realized that "Pure Yang" was quite good. In the future, if their father-daughter Daoist titles corresponded, it might become a wonderful story even a thousand years later.

"'Pure Yin' doesn't sound quite right. How about 'Profound Yin'?" Chen Mobai offered his opinion. Upon hearing this, Chen Xiaohei realized he was right. "Then I'll be called 'Profound Yin'." "You've only just reached Foundation Establishment, and you haven't even formed your Core yet. How can you already be thinking about forming a Nascent Soul? Don't get ahead of yourself!" Chen Mobai immediately sternly lectured his daughter, seeing her getting a bit carried away. Watching the father and daughter playfully banter, Shi Wanyu's face showed a contented smile.

After dinner. In the bedroom, Chen Mobai watched Shi Wanyu counting the luggage she intended to take to Wangwu Grotto-heaven. There were twenty large boxes, which greatly puzzled him. "Just bring some spare clothes; you can buy everything else there," he said. Although they were moving, it wasn't a permanent departure. His relatives were still here, so Chen Mobai intended to keep the courtyard, perhaps for a few days' stay in the future. Seeing so many boxes, Chen Mobai thought she was emptying the place.

"Most of them are clothes, but it is a bit much. I'll pick some to leave behind," Shi Wanyu nodded, then opened the boxes one by one, reluctantly sorting through the items.

"Hmm, these clothes, they look like what you wore when you were younger." As a box was opened, Chen Mobai saw several sets of plain-colored shirts, pleated skirts, folded black and white silk stockings, and round-toed leather shoes packaged in bags. He couldn't help but recall the scene of their first meeting. At that time, Shi Wanyu was full of youthful vitality, pure yet alluring. Although she was now in her most mature and voluptuous phase, Chen Mobai inexplicably found himself missing her youthful appearance at this moment. It was a pity he had learned about their daughter a bit late; if their family of three had reunited earlier, Chen Mobai would have been able to enjoy Shi Wanyu's perfect transformation from youth to maturity throughout her life. For Chen Mobai, for whom almost everything went as he wished, this counted as a small regret.

"These are what I wore when we first met. They have great sentimental value, so I've kept them," Shi Wanyu said, a reminiscent look on her face, as she took out a box of lipsticks from a hidden compartment in the suitcase. Before their family of three reunited, the only items she had that connected her to Chen Mobai's memory were these youthful clothes and the three lipsticks.

"Then, would you like to relive the memories of when we first met?" Chen Mobai suddenly asked after hearing her. Shi Wanyu looked bewildered, unsure of his meaning. Chen Mobai pointed to the clothes in the open suitcase. Shi Wanyu immediately understood, her pale cheeks flushed crimson, and she shyly lowered her head.

A moment later, she emerged, dressed in the clothes. Chen Mobai's eyes immediately lit up. Although Shi Wanyu now had a voluptuous figure and an air of ripeness about her, the shyness on her face still resembled her youth. The clothes from her younger days, worn on her current body, accentuated her full curves perfectly. A few buttons on the chest of the shirt were strained, and with a slight touch from Chen Mobai, as if it were the last straw to break the camel's back, they popped open directly. Beneath the black pleated skirt, her fair legs, which had transformed from slender and long in her youth to plump and shapely, were further squeezed by the white over-the-knee socks, revealing enticing, plump flesh. Looking at his Dao companion, whose body was fully mature but whose demeanor remained pure, Chen Mobai could no longer restrain himself...

Early the next morning, Shi Wanyu, enduring the soreness in her body, prepared to get up and tidy the shirt, skirt, small leather shoes, and other items scattered on the floor, to avoid them being discovered by their daughter. Chen Mobai, however, simply waved his hand, sending all the torn clothes on the floor and the suitcases into his own spatial domain. Although Chen Xiaohei also had a spatial domain, she was only at the Foundation Establishment realm, and her small domain could only hold some of her cosmetics. So Chen Mobai also helped take away his daughter's luggage, finding that she had even more than Shi Wanyu.

However, just as the family of three was about to leave, they received some bad news: Chen Mobai's aunt, Chen Yulan, had passed away. He could only inform the airline to postpone their flight, then took Shi Wanyu and their daughter to Danxia City.

"Brother, Sister-in-law..." At Aunt Chen Yulan's home, cousin Wang Xinying was crying incessantly. Seeing Chen Mobai and Shi Wanyu arrive, she stood up and called out to them. They were now in Chen Yulan's room, where she lay on her bed. Due to the dissipation of vital energy upon death, she had aged immensely, her skin covered in wrinkles. However, Chen Mobai noticed a smile gracing Chen Yulan's lips.

"Before she passed, she said she was content to have lived long enough to see you form your Nascent Soul," Uncle Wang Jianyuan said wistfully, holding his wife's hand by Chen Yulan's bedside. On the other side, Chen Mobai's uncle, Chen Baolan, held Chen Yulan's other hand.

"Please accept our condolences!" After Chen Mobai, Shi Wanyu, and their daughter bowed to Chen Yulan, he turned to Wang Jianyuan and Wang Xinying and offered these words.

"We won't hold a grand funeral. After all, not many relatives are left alive, and the grave has already been prepared, right next to your parents," Wang Jianyuan explained his plans. Chen Mobai nodded gently upon hearing this. Having the family together was something the elders had discussed and arranged while they were still alive, so that their descendants could easily pay respects during festivals and holidays.

"With her gone, the breath in my heart has also dissipated. When we got married, she told me that I must die after her because she was afraid of being heartbroken..." Wang Jianyuan looked at Chen Yulan, who had stopped breathing on the bed, and began rambling about past memories. His marriage with Chen Yulan had been quite difficult; Chen Mobai's father had not been very approving at first. However, true love ultimately overcame all obstacles, and the two came together, having an excellent daughter, Wang Xinying. And now, they had grown old together, holding hands, reaching the final step of their lives.

"Uncle!" Chen Mobai saw the light in Wang Jianyuan's eyes begin to fade as he spoke, and feeling a slight urgency, he stepped forward. "No need, no need..." However, Wang Jianyuan reached out to stop Chen Mobai's help. He smiled faintly, then nodded to everyone in the room, and finally waved at his daughter, Wang Xinying.

"I'm going to join your mother. From now on, you must take good care of yourself and listen to your brother's words. It's a pity I won't be able to see the day you establish your own family." "But your brother is married and has a daughter, so even after Yulan and I pass on, we can account for it to your grandparents." "Don't be sad..." Wang Jianyuan stroked Wang Xinying's head. Before he could finish his sentence, the light in his eyes dimmed, and then he, too, lost his breath.

Witnessing this scene, Chen Mobai felt even more keenly the mercilessness of time.