"Light as Heavy" and "Heavy as Light" are advanced force application techniques. After comprehending these, it is beneficial for understanding the subtleties of the Hua Realm, thus advancing to Refining Internal.
Before Refining Internal, it’s like forging iron, refining the impurities of one’s martial arts. After Refining Internal, it is about gradually lding all aspects of one’s martial arts into a single furnace, like alchemy, perfecting one’s cultivation and thus achieving the status of a Martial Arts Grandmaster. Only then can one truly stand on the shoulders of predecessors and continue to forge a cultivation path suitable for oneself.
Xu Qing then resided in Breeze Temple, on the one hand, revising his Yi Jing insights and reviewing to refine his essay writing skills, persevering in excellence. On the other hand, he took Secret dicine from the Breeze Temple and practiced the Xuantian Visualization thod with Yellow Millet Rice als. Besides the Golden Light Spell, he also browsed through the cultivation notes of past generations in Breeze Temple, occasionally providing guidance to his subordinates.
As for mundane affairs, they were aptly handled by Su Lianqing and Fayue.
As the leader, Xu Qing’s presence here alone was enough to create a strong centripetal force, keeping those around him in orbit.
It was like the Ziwei Constellation, where all other stars revolve around the Ziwei Star.
After unlocking the Purple Emperor ridian, Xu Qing’s next cultivation task of the Hidden Veins began with the "Horn" Vein from the Eastern Azure Dragon’s Seven Veins.
In the horoscope of Ziwei Doushu, when the Ziwei Star and Horn Mansion are in the sa house, it’s considered a good on, coincidentally, the Horn Vein is also the first of the Eastern Azure Dragon’s Seven Hidden Veins.
As for matters of fortune or misfortune, if it’s beneficial, it’s certainly believable.
If not beneficial, then it’s a matter of forging my own destiny, not resigned to heaven.
In any case, do all that is humanly possible, and command your own fate.
While Xu Qing was browsing through the cultivation insights in Breeze Temple, he felt sowhat disappointed. Probably due to too much indulgence in the detailed martial knowledge from Great Zen Temple, he felt that the cultivation insights from Breeze Temple were rather coarse, even thinking that so of the martial arts theories were complete nonsense.
It’s like, after reading many imperial examination essays, when he looked at lesser examination essays, did he feel, "Is this all there is?"
"Wise n have their oversights, fools might have their insights. Looking at these lower-level cultivation insights, actually, serves as a caution for my own practice as well."
With the mindset of already being here, even if the cultivation insights of Breeze Temple were nonsense, he would read through them. Who knows, he might find gold in the dross?
Indeed, considering today’s Emperor favors Dao, if Breeze Temple had real substance, why not head straight to the Capital instead of staying on the edges of Zhili in Jiangning Prefecture, serving as peripheral claws for Duke Wei Mansion.
While Xu Qing was in contemplation, he suddenly heard a "cawing" noise.
Crows cawing?
A doubt ford in his heart, and imdiately, darkness engulfed his vision.
"How audacious." Xu Qing imdiately realized it was an illusion.
But there was no fear; the Qi Fortune within the bronze mirror hadn’t emitted a black warning aura, indicating the intruder’s strength was diocre.
Xu Qing cald his mind and soul, visualizing the "Ziwei Star."
The starlight was dazzling, instantly dispelling the darkness. Without a thought, Xu Qing activated his Peach Wood Sword, flying it out of the window, soon disappearing among the pine slope outside the temple, diving into a flock of crows.
In monts, a dozen crows fell to the ground.
Xu Qing appeared atop a large pine tree, his Flying Sword circling him, coldly watching the flock of crows ahead, among them was a figure clad in a black Daoist robe.
"You just used the Celestial Stars Divine View from Taoist, are you a disciple of Chaotian Temple, or from Dragon Tiger Mountain, Lao Mountain..." The black-robed Daoist exclaid in shock, listing the nas of major Taoist powers.
In his mind, only top-level Taoist forces had the Magic Door to visualize stellar gods.
For example, Quanzhen Dao centuries ago had the thod to visualize the Heavenly Gang and Beidou, once dominating an era with it.
However, his Daoist illusion was broken, feeling only the terrifying starlight dispersing his Dark Enchantnt Technique, yet not seeing which star Xu Qing visualized.
Xu Qing said indifferently, "You can command crows, is this a beast-controlling Dao Skill? Looks quite interesting."
"This is the signature Dao Skill of our Heshan Dao. You don’t even know it, seems you are not from a distinguished family." Seeing that Xu Qing did not recognize their Heshan Dao’s Crow Formation, the black-robed Daoist felt less intimidated.
He had co down the mountain this ti, encountering the Young Master of Duke Wei’s Mansion and receiving a good welco, before taking on this assassination task.
He did not expect to hit such a hard spot.
Fortuitously, the other party didn’t seem to have a significant background.
As for Xu Qing’s court background, he was not worried. Because Heshan Dao had close ties with the Southern Border Chief. For over two hundred years, the Great Yu Court had primarily sought to win over the Southern Border Chiefs, causing these Southern Border locals to lack awe for the court.
And if trouble arose, they could just vanish into the great mountains, beyond the court’s reach.
He was only afraid that Xu Qing ca from a major sect, fearing that after the event, those old immortals would deploy long-range tracking Dao Skills to hunt him down, rendering escape to the mountains futile.
"Oh," Xu Qing simply responded.
The black-robed Daoist’s eyes were fixed on Xu Qing’s Flying Sword when suddenly, the figure of Xu Qing disappeared from his sight.
He gasped in horror.
Finding himself surrounded by a sea of blood, a stench of blood filled his nostrils.
"Rashamon King," the black-robed Daoist cried out.
In the blood sea, a monster wielding a saw wheel with three heads and six arms erged, charging at him.
He hurriedly blew his whistle, producing a raspy, cacophonous sound as many crows appeared in the blood sea, converging on the Rashamon King.
The illusion of the Rashamon King showed signs of shattering.
Before he could rejoice, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck.
The illusion before him vanished, he felt his own head brutally smashing to the ground, his blurry vision capturing a decapitated body similarly falling.
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