Daoist Master of Qing Xuan

“Do you want to try becoming an emperor?” Fairy Tianmeng asked in a faint and cold voice.

As if the whole of heaven and earth turned, Fairy Tianmeng who was originally behind Yanxu appeared in front of him, and she laid her eyes upon a body she both loved and loathed, the body and its features that looked as if they were carved from white jade. It also made her aware that there was an extra bit of worldly desire after she appeared in front of Yanxu compared to the past times, but this body and the strength which it concealed could easily crush a person like her into pieces. Even a person who transcended the mortal world could not possibly have attained such gruesome strength.

Though she understood that a state is not conclusive of strength, she was still very much amazed.

Fairy Tianmeng was actually the sect Master of the Four Great Daoist Sects, so she clearly understood the terrors of Shen Lian and Yanxu. When a cultivator reached Daoist immortality, his strength will continue in an upward curve until a certain point. Once it passed that point, it would be like a moon that waxes only to wane, and the strength will gradually decrease. That point has not yet come for both Shen Lian and Yanxu. At the same time, both of them have their own secret and mysterious means, and within a short time enabled them to gather and even enhance the power which their bodies can bear.

This was precisely the reason why, after reaching Daoist immortality, these two could quickly become the greatest minds on this side of heaven and earth.

However, Fairy Tianmeng could only guess what actually happened and on what grounds Yanxu could gain the power that surpassed an Immortal Zhenren, in such a short time after cultivating the Sky Demon Body.

She did not ask, but merely felt uncertainty in her heart.

Yanxu lifted that smooth and flawless chin of hers, seemingly with endless love and a face that bore a deep emotion, just like the quiet seawater underneath the moonlight. Enough to melt any woman’s heart, he whispered into her ear, “After I become Saint Tianzi, you shall become my Saint Queen, how about that?”

Fairy Tianmeng was immediately flustered, and though she hated with a passion the man in front of her, she had no way of stopping this violation of his, to the point where after having heard that sentence, she felt secretly felt a slight joy.

She stepped back and her chin left his hands. Hands that were so unblemished, she could not find any fault with. She coldly said, “Don’t forget, I only agreed to cooperate with you.”

Yanxu smiled, “How could I forget? When have I not fulfilled my promises to you? You know, had it not been your female disciple that saved Zhao Xiaoyu, if it was not because of the fact that killing her would have caused you harm, she would long be dead.”

Fairy Tianmeng spoke with ridicule, “She has learned the Dream Heart Sutra and changed her bloodline, breaking The Synchronized Heart Mantra of Taisu from the start. I have long abandoned my responsibility towards her, so why did you have to lie to me? There is no meaning at all in doing all this.”

Retort came out of her mouth, but the suspicions in her heart had been there early on. After all, Yanxu would have never used this kind of lies to trick her. But she knew of Yanxu’s behavior which frequently planted seeds of curiosity in one’s heart, only to later hang you with a shapeless string. The end result was that you lost yourself in his manipulations.

Yanxu placed his hands behind his back and looked into her eyes, then softly said, “It looks like you don’t wish to know the reason anymore. You should know that no one in the world understands the Dream Heart Sutra more than me. Nor is there anyone who could understand those frightening means of the old man. Could it be that you’ve given up on The Synchronized Heart Mantra of Taisu? If you can finish the plan you conceived back then, at least you need not worry that I would play tricks on you.”

Fairy Tianmeng’s expression grew increasingly wary and she coldly replied, “All three of my Uncle-Masters have been taken by you. The Tai Su Sect has now entered into Demonic Order. Even I have no choice but to admit, that I cannot go against you, what more do you want from me?”

Yanxu told her, “I only want to help you, seeing as you do not trust me anymore.”

“Funny. Do you think that anyone would dare to believe you at this point?” Fairy Tianmeng said.

Yanxu unhurriedly replied, “At least Shen Lian would believe me.”

…

The mediocre Qing Xuan had no clue that one time, headmaster quietly went out. The moment after Shen Lian gave the ‘Bier Discourse of Dao’ challenge, all the Qi cultivators that came to seek help from Qing Xuan each scattered themselves at sea. After all, was said and done, anyone who had brains would understand better that, if Zhenren Shen were to win than all is good. But if he were to lose, Qing Xuan would be stepped all over.

Even though Qing Xuan still had Fairy Ziling to keep watch, but news was spread early on. Fairy Ziling had already resolved the antecedents and completed all the work. Even though she lingered here in this side of heaven and earth, she feared that she could not stay here as long as Lu Jiuyuan. Moreover, by the time the Demonic Order became a real threat, Fairy Ziling alone could not protect all the Qi cultivators who gathered outside the mountain.

But in this way, the fall of Qing Xuan would be cleaner by a lot. And furthermore, the mediocre Qing Xuan understood things well, aware that a war is approaching. No one would be willing to trouble the headmaster that they so admired.

There was only one person in Qing Xuan who could truly meet Shen Lian at any time and place. That person was Chen Jinchan.

Most of the disciples were jealous and admired Chen Jinchan because he bore the mantle of successor as acquiesced by the headmaster. Even if he did not become the Chief of Qing Xuan in the future, but being the successor of the headmaster, his prospects were much brighter than the others.

Naturally, Chen Jinchan experienced finger pointing from his fellow Qi cultivators in a place unfamiliar to him. But he inherited the calm and frankness of his master, and so did not let that occupy his mind.

Even though he had the privilege of meeting his master anytime he wished, but the most he did was greeting him personally in the morning and at night. Much of his time was spent walking up in Qing Xuan Five Peaks as well as in Nanke Town at the foot of the hill, and he also mingled with his fellow cultivators.

He did this because most of the significance of meditation were insignificant to him. Chen Jinchan could refine his Qi of Heaven and Earth at any time or place until it became small drops of Mana, which nourished his meridians and orifices point.

Shen Lian also did not pass down the Taixu Strategy, but instead left him to create his own Dao formula, then he would start cultivation. Even though he had a lot of knowledge, but it was not enough to let him have the outlook and self-cultivation of a master level to be able to invent a new branch of technique.

Having reached today, the second of February, it had been three consecutive days that he did not feel the tiny bit of entry of the accumulated Mana. The reason was that he did not have the proper formula to channel his own Mana and enter a deeper state of qualitative change.

This led Chen Jinchan, who up till now had been cultivating so smoothly, to feel a bit distraught. While he strolled in the mountains, he absent-mindedly found himself at the foot of the hill, where he heard an argument.

Some time ago there gathered a large group of Qi cultivators outside the mountain. Their purpose was to stop Qi cultivators with no fixed duties to stray into the Qing Xuan Formation. Below the mountain, Qing Xuan disciples were assigned to take turns and keep watch. Later on they gradually strayed, but the Discipline Hall did not revoke their assignment, so there still remained some Qing Xuan disciples keeping watch there.

Chen Jinchan could see clearly the outsider who argued with his fellow cultivators. A kerchief was worn over his head, his body was clothed in a green upper garment made of linen. On his waist, he wore a light yellow belt, and his shoes and socks were clean. His features were delicate and pretty while his face was fair and white. He was speaking in a genial manner towards two of Chen Jinchan’s fellow cultivators.

“Dear friends, I really am waiting for the Demon Master’s life, and I come bearing a gift for Zhenren Shen.” Genial though his manner and the words he says, yet it was something that shocked people. For it was unexpected that that came forth and said of himself as one who was waiting for the Demon Master’s life.

Both of them naturally did not believe him. But Qing Xuan was not the kind of sect that was evil and caused the loss of life, and they only let him report the truth of his origins, and not fool around like this.

It should be known that people from the Demonic Order could not possibly be this gentle. Furthermore, the vital force on him was just and honorable. As far as Chen Jinchan was, he could still feel the Noble Qi of the outsider.