Shi Feiyang knew that the Demon Sword was doing everything possible to conceal its movents and deceive him. He, too, cast a spell, using another person as a decoy to attract the attention of the Demon Sword while his true self also concealed his tracks to prevent the Demon Sword from sensing him and arriving at Yellow Mountain ahead of him.
The best way to hide one’s tracks was not through invisibility and stealth but by blending into the bustling mortal world, indistinguishable from the masses.
By now, he was also considered to have profound mana; his Essence Energy and spirit had lded together, and he had ford his Nascent Soul. Even if a common person saw him, they could tell he was out of the ordinary.
Moreover, his immortal clothes were woven from the finest rfolk silk from overseas, shimring with a lustrous sheen in the sunlight, so colorful and bright that he’d imdiately attract a crowd in the Human World.
Seeing that particularly many martial artists were coming to Yellow Mountain, Shi Feiyang put on a set of robes fit for a wealthy commoner and acquired an ordinary treasure sword, applying lted gold and silver to the hilt and scabbard, then embedding them with nurous pearls and gemstones.
With his delicate and pampered appearance, it was unrealistic to disguise himself as a typical Jianghu character. Instead, posing as a flamboyant wealthy young master who liked to practice Martial Arts and show off was more convincing.
He concealed his Essence Energy so that no one could detect the slightest hint of his spirit from the outside and then mixed into the crowd ascending the mountain.
The bustling stream of people moved along the main road toward Yellow Mountain. There were nurous Jianghu heroes, so carrying swords, others with flying knives at their sides, and even those wielding Qin weapons.
Along the road, vendors were setting up stalls—we had water sellers, rice sellers, roasted at sellers, tea egg sellers, and even sellers of fried sauce noodles, flying knives, and treasure swords, as well as rchants offering fans made of folded iron leaves.
Among them were many richly dressed young masters, each ard with a treasure sword, greeting each other, "I’m from the Bai Family in Jiangxi. And you?"
"Ah, I’m from the Xie Family in Fujian, my family is in the furniture business. What about you?"
"My ancestors rose to the rank of Inspector, and now we’ve opened an academy at ho."
"Delighted to et you! Delighted to et you!"
Shi Feiyang blended in perfectly with them, "My surna is Shi; my family does jewelry business in the Capital."
As he spoke, he picked up his pearl and gemstone-studded sword, brandishing it proudly.
The other party gazed at the pearls and gemstones from overseas with envy in their eyes, "Let’s get to know each other better later. I practice the Southern Sect’s Shaolin Ten Mountain Boxing..."
Shi Feiyang replied with a smile, "I practice the Northern Sect’s Life-taking Soul Chasing Sword."
"I’ve long admired it... If we get a chance later, we should have a good spar."
...
Chatting and laughing with people while climbing the mountain, Shi Feiyang felt as if he were playing house, with a joking tone in his conversations with them.
Suddenly, watching the clouds surge and the bizarre rocks towering in the distance, he had a mont of profound realization:
The Heavenly Gang 36 Transformations that he had obtained from Lady Bao Xiang only included a few opening phrases of the preamble. He knew that the Heavenly Gang Transformation was based on changes in the Heavenly Number, combined with the Circulation Golden Talisman, from which he deduced the Earth Evil 72 Transformations—seventy-two periods within a year, one change per period, from which he had deciphered the technique of transforming from dragon to human.
But beyond that, he was left without a clue, never knowing exactly what the Transformations of Heavenly Gang and Earthly Sha entailed.
Now, re-entering the mortal world, he suddenly understood!
The Heavenly Gang Transformation represented the change in the Heavenly Number, shifting stars and constellations in accordance with the beginnings of heaven and earth, while the Earth Evil Transformation represented the changes of all things born of heaven and earth, dragons rising from the land, in response to the mother of all things!
Throughout the year, with seventy-two periods, the ancients observed natural conditions and summarized them, beginning with the start of spring—one period was ’East Wind Thaws,’ a second ’Hibernating Insects Stir,’ followed by ’Fish Rise to the Ice.’ After entering the Rain Water period, the first was ’Otters Sacrifice to the Fish,’ the second ’Wild Geese Return from the South,’ followed by ’Grasses and Trees Begin to Sprout’...
These Earth Evil 72 Transformations are the natural changes of all things within the grand frawork of celestial changes.
At this mont, through his outer appearance, he had "transford" into a martial-arts-practicing young master from a wealthy family, but in reality, there were many aspects that were not quite right. A veteran of Jianghu or a clever immortal could still spot the flaws. If he mastered the Techniques that naturally changed along with heaven and earth and truly "transford" into a martial-arts-practicing young master from a wealthy family, no one would be able to see the flaws. That would truly be the mastering of Earth Evil 72 Transformations, the true Avoiding Tribulation thod, the true essence of Man Follows Earth, Earth Follows Heaven, Heaven Follows Dao, and Dao Follows Nature!
Realizing this principle filled him with joy, but he had only understood the principle, how precisely to "transform" still seed to be separated from him by a layer of paper that he couldn’t quite pierce through.
Subconsciously, he wanted to find a place to ditate and contemplate in silence.
But upon reflection, he recognized that seeking isolation and pursuing Dao in tranquility still followed the approach of asceticism, which cannot accomplish worldly tasks. The path of transformation had to be realized amidst the mortal world’s hustle and bustle.
Thus, he put away his joking deanor, pondered seriously on every aspect of the identity of a wealthy young master, and diligently filled in the gaps in his persona, imprinting in his mind the details of his supposed life—his birthdate, surna, na, where he ca from, where he was headed, how many people there were in his family, how many acres of land they owned per capita, how many cattle were in the fields, and so on.
With this, his movents, speech, and behavior beca more consistent with the identity, rapidly eliminating any discrepancies.
His integration was from the inside out, harmonizing form and spirit, until even his accent gradually shifted to that of the Capital...
Adopting this identity, he began to carefully observe the martial artists around him; so were like shiny dung balls—polished on the outside but empty inside—while others appeared rough and heroic on the surface but were cunning and treacherous within.
Soon, he encountered a beautiful young martial arts heroine clad in white, with a treasure sword on her back. She appeared quite young, but her martial arts were solid. So lecherous rogues made crass comnts, and she floored them with a few punches and kicks. Moreover, she was ruthless with her strikes—breaking limbs at the least, leaving them with fractured bones and tendons, crying on the ground and begging for rcy before she relented.
Reviews
All reviews (0)