chapter 27 Title is a problem

"Old man, get up, what are you doing?" Teresa hurried to help him up, completely unable to understand why he was kneeling before such a young man. Even though Omarr had been talking about the Immortal Doctors sect for a lifetime, she still couldn't grasp it. Her thoughts were simple, she could not let Omarr do this. "Would you, a woman understand? Get down and kneel with me. You are my wife and also considered a disciple of the sect. Not kneeling before the sect leader is a great disrespect," Omarr sternly rebuked, his face serious. Teresa was stunned. She had never seen Omarr be so harsh to her in their decades of marriage together. Her heart softened, and she was about to kneel, not for any other reason but to put her husband's mind at ease. "Fellow Senior, madam, this is absolutely unacceptable, absolutely unacceptable," Canyn urgently stopped trying to help and, with his spiritual power, pulled Teresa back and also directly pulled Omarr up. Teresa felt she simply couldn't kneel, while Omarr looked utterly astonished. Although he was old and his physical functions had severely declined, even maintaining his internal energy without progress, he still possessed the strength of a top Earth-level practitioner. Yet now, he felt completely powerless against Canyn's energy pull. This shocking realization also made him understand why his master had abandoned him despite his decent talent. He was still far from meeting his master's expectations. Thinking about Canyn's achievements at his age, Omarr felt deeply disheartened. "Omarr, are you willing to join the Immortal Doctors sect?" Canyn asked with a serious voice and solemn face. From this moment, Canyn was breaking the traditions of the Immortal Doctors sect. "It is understandable if it is just needing one successor. But always passing it down to only one disciple, without any companions, and burdened with various missions and tasks. I wonder what the ancestors of the Immortal Doctors sect were thinking. But in my view, this must change," Canyn muttered to himself. Adaptation is necessary in times of adversity. The Immortal Doctors sect, after thousands of years and twenty-four generations achieving nothing, showed the signs that change was necessary. They couldn't keep clinging to the old ways. They needed to adapt to the times to fulfil the long-standing pursuit of the Immortal Doctors sect. "I, as a disciple am willing," Omarr said excitedly, trying to kneel again, but unable to. "Alright, Fellow Senior, you are now a disciple of the Immortal Doctors sect. There's no need for such formalities between us brothers in the future," Canyn said with a smile. "The Immortal Doctors sect, so that's the name of my sect," Omarr said seriously. "Sect leader, traditions shouldn't be discarded." "What matters is the heart. Respect, steadfastness, loyalty – that's the essence of tradition. The rest is superficial. Why bother about it?" Canyn, recognizing Omarr's traditional mind-set, thought that only such a person would always remember the sect. "I understand now, thank you, sect leader," Omarr said, enlightened. "Don't call me sect leader, just call me fellow junior," Canyn said with a smile. "Meeting you, Fellow senior, is truly a great fortune." "Well then, I won't be overly formal, Fellow junior," Omarr asked seriously, "What about our master?" "He has entered the ancestral tomb," Canyn said gravely. Ancestral Tomb. Although Omarr didn't know what the ancestral tomb was, since it was related to a tomb, could it be... "Our master..." "You misunderstand, Fellow Senior. The ancestral tomb is where the ancestors of the Immortal Doctors sect are buried. There are significant implications, and our master is there for certain missions and hopes. However, it's unlikely that you'll be able to meet him. When there's a chance, I'll take you to the outside of the ancestral tomb for a visit," Canyn explained. Canyn's master was a powerful Qi cultivator in the Foundation Establishment phase, with a lifespan of two hundred years. Retiring to the ancestral tomb, he kept a breath of life in anticipation of hope. Yet, generation after generation, the hope of the Immortal Doctors sect had yet to appear. "Fellow junior, my wife was unaware of the proper etiquette earlier, please don't blame her. Wife, come and meet our Fellow junior," Omarr said. "Fellow senior, please don't, I was just about to say the same thing. After all, society has changed a lot. If we are outside, you two can just call me by my name, Canyn, instead of 'Fellow junior'. It would be quite odd otherwise. And for me, I will still address you as Mr. Leigh and Mrs. Leigh." Canyn spoke seriously. Teresa looked at Omarr, hoping that he would agree with this. It was really hard for her to call a young man who was not even twenty years old 'Fellow junior'. At the same time, she had a good impression of Canyn's understanding and reasonableness. After all, from Omarr's demeanour, if Canyn hadn't suggested a change, Omarr would definitely not have made any changes himself. "We can call you Canyn, but as for my title, absolutely not. I am just a nominal disciple of the master, while you are not only the master's chosen successor but also the current leader of the Immortal Doctors sect. I am just older in age. From now on, just call me Omarr, and for this old lady, just call her Teresa," Omarr said earnestly. "I will still call you Fellow Senior, and for her, sister-in-law," Canyn said, feeling a headache. Despite the significant age difference and the fact that they were of the same generation, Canyn's status was so high that even addressing them became a problem. "I think this is fine," Teresa, although a bit awkward being called sister-in-law by a young man under twenty, was much more satisfied with this arrangement than she had anticipated. "Fellow Senior, let's settle on this then. I can't ignore sister-in-law's words," Canyn said with a laugh. "Canyn," Omarr shook his head, accepting the situation. He didn't think about what was appropriate or not. In his view, the sect was the sect, and rules were rules, which should not be discarded under any circumstances. "Fellow Senior, I see that your mysterious martial art has only reached the sixth level," Canyn quietly used his spiritual power to check Omarr's condition. Under the same conditions, there is a difference in the energy of martial artists and psychics compared to cultivators. "Master only taught me the first six levels," Omarr sighed. He had always been pursuing, and not without the idea of possibly advancing the mysterious martial art further. Although reaching the sixth level made him a master, it was still only at the earth level and not the heavenly level, which was not considered a top-tier ancient martial artist. "I do know something about the mysterious martial art. Let's discuss it when we have time," Canyn said with a smile. Since he had taken Omarr as a disciple, he wanted to let Omarr understand the benefits of being part of the sect, and also to show him that his years of dedication and perseverance were not in vain. "How about now?" Omarr had long stopped longing for advancement in internal strength. But now it was different. Canyn was the chosen successor of the master and the current leader of the Immortal Doctors sect, possibly possessing the complete mysterious martial art. If he could get the complete mysterious martial art, he might be able to break into the ranks of heavenly-level masters. "Fellow Senior, look at the time. It's no issue for you, but not for sister-in-law. We have plenty of time in the future. Also, I see that sister-in-law's health isn't very good. I will help her with it tomorrow," Canyn suggested. Omarr looked at the time and indeed, it was very late. He smiled sheepishly. "Canyn, us, our Immortal Doctors sect, why is it called so?" Teresa asked. "Sister-in-law, Immortal Doctors, as the name implies, is about bringing the dying back to life and mending broken bones. Tomorrow, I will help you with your health so you can spend more time with my Fellow senior. That shouldn't be a problem," Canyn said, as Teresa was now one of their own, and he was generous to his own people. "Canyn, thank you," Omarr knew very well that his wife's health was getting worse. She was not a martial artist, psychic, or cultivator, just an ordinary person, already in her eighties and frail. Omarr was very aware that his partner could leave him at any time. But now, Canyn was willing to help. Although Omarr wasn't sure of Canyn's capabilities in this area, thinking about the core inheritance of the Immortal Doctors sect probably being medical skills, perhaps Canyn could really do as he said, allowing his partner to spend more time with him. "Fellow Senior, you're being too formal," Canyn said with a smile. "Then how about coming over for a meal tomorrow noon? I live in the family compound of Tokai University. Also, when we find the time, I'll introduce you to the other Fellow juniors," Omarr said with a smile. "Other Fellow juniors, Fellow Senior, do I have many other Fellow Seniors?" Canyn knew that the master had sown many seeds and also understood that by training them in ancient martial arts, they were actually taking the path of entering the Dao through martial arts. But these seeds themselves should not know each other. How come the situation seemed different now? "I don't know how many nominal disciples the master has, but I've met a few. After a long time of confirmation, we all trace back to the same person, our master Verdon. So, without knowing the actual situation of our sect, we refer to each other as brothers. I believe they would be very happy to know of Fellow junior's arrival," Omarr said happily like a child. "Okay, Fellow Senior, you arrange it. I would like to meet the other Fellow Seniors," Canyn nodded with a smile. Since he wanted to expand some aspects of the Immortal Doctors sect, how could he not absorb these excellent materials? "Tomorrow at noon then," Omarr was a bit eager for the continuation of the mysterious martial art. "Just give me the detailed address, and I will definitely be there tomorrow at noon," Canyn said with a smile. "Great," Omarr was overjoyed, left his address, and then reluctantly left with Teresa. Returning home, Omarr immediately started making calls, to his son, daughter, and those Fellow juniors, one by one. Teresa didn't blame Omarr for still being restless at this time. She understood his feelings. "Will the son and daughter come back too? It's been a long time since I've seen them. One by one, they've grown up and hardly come home," Teresa thought to herself, seeing this as a good opportunity for a family reunion.