What Leng Ziyan had thought to be a sly sche was nothing more than a childish joke in front of Fang Xings clever gaze.
This person was rather unfortunate. Although hed received an opportunity rather early on by getting his hands on a Foundation Pellet, his basis wasnt solid enough and hed only ford the blue foundation. It was difficult for him to handle important situations, and since he had a rather poor background with an ordinary status within the lodic Ice Palace, hed never received the sa respect as the other elites. Even when the Snowy Mountain was opened up to gather all of Chufungs young elites, he hadnt been included.
It wasnt until laterwhen the Wanluo Court still hadnt established a Foundation Stage head disciplethat Xiao Changqing felt there was a chance. He did everything he could to grab this position for one of his lodic Ice Palace disciples, and after picking through the candidates, he finally chose this young Foundation Stage disciple amidst the group of elderly and middle-aged n. He prepared him to be sent to the depths of the Snowy Mountain in order to accept this opportunity from the old man Wanluo.
It was precisely because of this that Leng Ziyan received a secret dicine to cleanse his foundation, increasing it from a mid-quality blue foundation to a mid-quality red foundation. Afterwards, he received the ok from the old Wanluo to enter the Wanluo Court.
It was only after joining that Leng Ziyan realized things werent as smooth as hed been expecting. Wanluo didnt actually help him with his cultivation much; although the old Wanluo gave him skill manuals and basic pointers in cultivation and even arranged it so Leng Ziyan could have so ti inside the Court of Enlightennt, Wanluo still seed rather inattentive and not very mindful of him. It was actually the boy rumored to have lost his opportunitythe servant from the Myriad Beasts Sect who swept the floors of the Wanluo Courtwho was drawing the concerned gazes from Grand Elder Wanluo all this ti. It seed this boy held a great deal of importance in the eyes of this legendary Golden Core Stage cultivator.
Leng Ziyan had been extrely terrified. He knew this opportunity to beco the Wanluo Courts head disciple hadnt co easily, and he feared the old Wanluo would change his mind at any ti and take that boy as his disciple once more. Fearing his own opportunity would be taken away, he incited so of the Wanluo Court disciples to make all kinds of remarks. He even prepared a gesture to rescue the boy afterwards, where hed try to persuade him to leave.
When Fang Xing exposed his pretense to the public, not only did Leng Ziyan find it awkward, but he was so ashad he began to feel anger as well. If he hadnt been afraid of Grand Elder Wanluos judgnt, hed even think about killing this rude servant.
Fortunately for him, however, this servant finally decided to leave a month later.
One late night, the floor-sweeping Fang Xing quietly left the Wanluo Court and headed into the vast snowy mountains. Leng Ziyan was wild with joy, while the old Wanluo could only let out long sighs from the depths of his heart.
Has he finally stopped idling here?
Did he finally give up?
The two held very different emotions, but their thoughts were the sa: it seed Fang Xing had finally given up on being persistent and had left the Wanluo Court.
Fang Xing had indeed left the Wanluo Court. He felt that if he kept on sweeping the floors, he might never actually understand all of the Dao within it even if he continued to sweep until the end of ti. Things like the reversal of Yin and Yang and the mutual aid of water and fire was simply torture to him. His mind hadnt once stopped moving and hed even curbed his temperant to read plenty of manuals and reference books, yet he couldnt understand any of it. It was so much he nearly went into Qi deviation because of being too deep in his thoughts.
The theory of Dao is difficult to understand!
In such a situation, one night he suddenly recalled a verse, the sentence that rang in his ears during that ti with the Script of Revered Sense: Dao is real; Dao is not fabricated. He hadnt understood the verse back then, so hed thrown it to the back of his mind where itd been ever since. Today, however, as he puzzled over this so-called Dao and it seed his mind had been completely used up, Fang Xing sohow recalled this verse.
Thats right, what is Dao? Can you eat it? Would he really understand the Dao behind everything if he just kept on repeating phrases like the reversal of Yin and Yang? F*ck that bullsh*t! Thinking about it repeatedly like that would just make soone go crazy; how could soone really think it through?
When Fang Xing thought of this, he threw away the broomstick and left in the middle of the night. He believed what hed been doing the past month was wrong; perhaps so people might be able to understand Dao using this thod, but a thod like this wasnt suitable for him.
To him, things that could be seen and touched were his Dao. Real gold and silver was his Dao. Beautiful won and delicious wine were his Dao. It was just as the verse from the Script of Revered Sense said: Dao is real; Dao is not fabricated. Only what is real is Dao. Only sothing that actually exists is Dao. Anyone who pretends Dao is so nebulous, nonexistent thing is an idiot thatll pay for it in the future.
He left the Wanluo Court. Not to give up, but to use his own thodto find his own Dao.
And the thod hed use to search for it was
bedding a woman!
Fang Xing had asked the Peng King about the aning of Yin and Yang, and the old monster had smirked before explaining that the simplest kind of Yin and Yang is the Dao of n and won. Won are Yin, n are Yang, and the joining of a woman and a man is the work of Yin and Yang. If a man wished to understand the Dao of Yin and Yang, then the most direct and simple thod was to try it out with a woman.
After so consideration, Fang Xing felt what this old beast said did have so sense to it. Bai Qianzhang had once told him to try to maintain his virginity before twenty years of age in case it might disrupt his foundation, but when faced with such an important matter of cultivation, sothing like this was no longer a large concern. It was far more important to understand this Dao of Yin and Yang first.
But which woman to bed?
Fang Xing didnt even have a wife yet. Although Bai Qianzhang had said hed given Fang Xing ten wives, he hadnt t a single one! After thinking on it so more, Fang Xing felt Ying Qiaoqiao would be a passable option. He wasnt sure if shed agree to it, but hed go and discuss it with her first.
After arriving at the Grand lody Court, Fang Xing turned to the disciple on guard and casually asked, Wheres Ying Qiaoqiao?
The disciple saw this bandit-like person and actually recognized who he was but didnt take him too seriously. Shii Qiaoqiao has gone into seclusion at the Court of Enlightennt, he coldly replied. She will likely finish after three days ti. Co again then!
Tell her to co find after shes out. With that, Fang Xing left behind a jade talisman marked with so of his Qi within which would allow her to find him. The Grand lody Court disciple accepted the talisman and coldly agreed.
Aii , three more days.
Fang Xing felt depressed. He didnt want to go back and sweep the floors within the Wanluo Court, so he hopped onto his spirit vessel and began wandering all throughout the Snowy Mountain. Watching the falling snow, flying in the air, drinking his wine, singing songs, it all did feel sowhat enjoyable, but the song he was singing was a bit unfit for the scenery.
Within a village lived the widow Xiao Hua, her face was pretty and her chest aplenty. By the toll of midnight, no one ca to knock on the door, so she used her broomstick to sweep clean.
Although he wandered without a specific destination, he ended up arriving at a peculiar place all the sa.
At the boundary of land in front of him was a giant volcano. It was so tall its peak rose up into the clouds while black smoke rolled out of it, making it an extrely bizarre existence amidst these snowy white-filled mountains. In the spur of the mont, Fang Xing decided to direct his spirit vessel over for a closer look and found rivers of lava slowly oozing inside. Its heat was so great it felt like it would set his brows and hair on fireas though a living fire dragon was living below.
Over and above the volcano, snowflakes and cold gusts of wind containing an endless amount of chill surrounded and covered him. Poised at the mouth of the volcano, Fang Xings body happened to be in the boundary of the icy snow and the sweltering heat, as though settled in the peaceful transition between Yin and Yang. It was the intersection of hot and cold, the combination of volcano and blizzard.
With the heat against his front and the chill against his back, Fang Xing suddenly began to understand sothing.
After so ti, he put away his spirit vessel and slowly drew closer to the mouth of the volcano. As he stood on the black stone overlooking the edge, he was able to feel the terrifying heat of the lava even more prominently, yet when he lifted his head, he would once again feel the deathly chill contained within the snow and wind. Drops of water beco ice, the heavens and earth are vast, the land where Yin and Yang is reversed.
Fang Xing sat down and began pondering deeply, thinking over it for quite so ti before activating the skill. Within his left hand was the condensation of the sacred Qi, while in his right hand was that dense malice. These two were also completely opposite kinds of power, akin to that of Yin and Yang.
Reversal of Yin and Yang, the sanding of the heavens and earth.
Fang Xing suddenly released a loud yell and both of his hands began to rotate, as though activating a giant grindstone between heaven and earth. Guided by his spirit sense, the malice and Qi beca two distinct and separate powers within the vast sky. Yang on top, Yin on bottom, one guided by the volcano, the other guided by the blizzard, all while both were connected into one through Fang Xings spirit sense. They rotated slowlyone clockwise, the other counterclockwiseand gradually began to close in.
BOOM .
When the two powers drew close, a terrifying power exploded outward. Fang Xing lost control in an instant and his damaged body was thrown away like a kite with a broken string, flying back out a hundred or so feet before falling against the base of a snowy mountain.
Pfff .
A mouthful of fresh blood surged from his lips and his face pale white, yetdespite it allhe was smiling. It was a smile filled with unmatched happiness, free from worries. He suddenly realized he already understood the Dao of Yin-Yang reversal the old bastard Wanluo had spoken of.
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