Thinking of the future’s tortoise-like progress, Qing Yu couldn’t help but feel a toothache.
He wondered what dicine Shi Heilong had taken in the original story to advance through realms as if flying. The Golden Bell Shield, which Shaolin Temple monks couldn’t achieve in a lifeti, was no big deal for him.
If he advanced to the True Pill Realm and still hadn’t found a better Body Refining Technique, then he’d have to endure the sluggish progress of the Golden Bell Shield.
Or...
"Should I find so more at relics to help?" Qing Yu involuntarily thought of the origins of the powdered at relics, "Perhaps... I could collaborate with Shi Jue and dig up a few from the Pure Tower Forest in the Great Zen Temple..."
However, thinking about the experts of the Great Zen Temple and Abbot Xinyuan’s "Life and Death in the Palm" ability, Qing Yu silently discarded this option from his mind.
Nevertheless, if the Great Zen Temple wasn’t an option, the Vajra Temple still held possibilities.
The relics of Divinity Realm warriors were generally taken to be offered in the Pure Tower Forest of the Zen Sect Ancestral Court in the Great Zen Temple, but it wasn’t necessarily the case for those in the True Pill Realm.
Perhaps the effect of the True Pill Realm relics was far less than those of the Divinity Realm, but quantity could compensate for the lack of quality. Having existed for so many years, Vajra Temple would have several dozens of relics, which wasn’t unreasonable.
Most importantly, stealing relics from Vajra Temple was far safer than attempting it at the Great Zen Temple, by at least an order of magnitude.
Having pondered the uncertain future of the Golden Bell Shield, Qing Yu stood up from the pool.
The gentle stream lifted his body slowly and moved him to the side. Under Qing Yu’s ticulous control, not a drop of water clung to him.
After stepping out, a robe by the side flew towards him automatically, as if invisible hands were dressing him, fitting onto Qing Yu’s arms and body.
With "Ten Thousand Rivers and Seas" and "Heart Like Still Water", coupled with the spiritual fusion with Xiao ng, Qing Yu’s control over these subtle details had reached a relative peak.
As he walked forward, his Qi Force propped up his body, boots flying automatically under his feet. Qing Yu slowly descended, perfectly sliding his feet into the boots.
At the sa ti, the waistband also automatically tied around his waist, controlled by his True Qi.
His long hair was also gently tied up by an invisible hand.
But hanging beside his face, Qing Yu noticed a strand of hair that was different.
"White hair," Qing Yu muttered with a slight frown.
The red hair that had turned from absorbing the potency of the "Fire Phoenix Body Tempering Dew" had returned to its original black, but these few strands of white hair were not of the original color.
When Qing Yu cultivated "Three Thousand White Feathers", his control over the "Circulating Wind Force" was so precise that, unlike Zuo Feiqing in the original story, he did not end up with a head of snowy white hair.
And though he had burned his essence blood several tis, Qing Yu had recuperated afterward, not harming his foundation.
Thus, having ruled out various factors, Qing Yu had a guess as to the origin of this white hair.
"Has the ntal strain manifested physically?" Qing Yu mused to himself.
Upon further reflection on the appearance of the white hair, Qing Yu also understood.
In his mories, there was soone with the sa issue.
That person was Xiao ng.
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Despite not being born with white hair or being one of those who prematurely turn gray, by the age of twenty, hints of white had already started to creep into his hair.
This was a physical manifestation of a state of mind. As one’s martial arts progressed to the later stages, the unification of essence, energy, and spirit beca increasingly tight, with each exerting a more significant influence on the other two.
Among these three, the spirit had the most profound impact on the other two; True Qi would carry the nature of one’s spirit, and so would the body.
Xiao ng began his seclusion at the age of eight and spent ten years transforming his soul into an almost unfeeling state. Over those ten years, his long-term lack of emotion gradually caused his hair to turn this color that wouldn’t be stained by any other.
Qing Yu’s situation was similar to Xiao ng’s and was made even more indifferent due to their previously rged spirits, but because his grasp on his mind was far from comparable to Xiao ng’s, the difference never showed in his usual deanor.
Although he didn’t have ten years to gradually change his hair color, after advancing to the late stages of Divine Origin, the rging of the Three Elents started causing his powerful spiritual power to influence his body.
"It seems I too will join the ranks of those with prematurely gray hair in the future."
Qing Yu chuckled lightly, not overly concerned about this matter. As long as it wasn’t a result of an error in training or a defect in his origin causing the premature graying, it was fine.
And to speak honestly, isn’t white hair quite handso? How could Gong Ziyu not have white hair?
Qing Yu cast the matter from his mind almost instantly, stepping out of the underground chamber, only to find Feng Jiu waiting outside.
Judging by his posture, Feng Jiu seed to have waited quite a while.
An urgent matter for sure, or else Feng Jiu would not have waited so long. But it also wasn’t a bad thing, or else Feng Jiu would not have waited peacefully.
"Judging by your expression, this doesn’t seem to be bad news."
Qing Yu continued walking, passing by Feng Jiu.
"Your insight is still as sharp as ever," Feng Jiu followed and said, "It’s good news. Today, Feng Chaonan inford Si Haofeng of the Heavenly materials and earth treasures missing from the Royal Secret Vault. Upon hearing this, Si Haofeng imdiately rushed to Mountain River Academy using Qinggong.
By now, Dean Zhuge and even Mountain Master ng should know about this."
Since the last eting with Feng Chaonan, Qing Yu had ordered the pharmacists to further infiltrate Feng Chaonan’s residence. Now, his residence had truly beco like a sieve.
No sooner had Si Haofeng left than Feng Jiu knew what had happened.
Such speed truly couldn’t be considered slow.
"In that case, Feng Tianming’s plan must have been discovered as well," Qing Yu said with a light laugh.
Indeed, this was good news, enough to spread smiles across faces.
"Can the Academy uncover the Nirvana Ceremony from just those missing Heavenly materials and earth treasures?" Feng Jiu asked, a hint of concern in his voice.
"The Confucian inheritance is knowledge, and with the Confucian sector being intimately connected with the Feng Family for nine hundred years during the previous Great Zhou dynasty, there are bound to be historical records on the Nirvana Ceremony. Mountain Master ng, approaching four hundred years old, has watched Northern Zhou develop step by step, with his insight, knowing the nature of the missing treasures, he won’t be fooled by Feng Tianming’s sche," Qing Yu said calmly.
Qing Yu had imnse confidence in ng Shanhe, the living fossil of Northern Zhou. Perhaps ng Shanhe didn’t even need to know the specific treasures missing from the Royal Secret Vault to guess what Feng Tianming was planning.
After all, nearly four hundred years of living, even a pig would beco wise, let alone the great Confucian Master ng Shanhe.
For such elderly sages, Qing Yu held no slighting attitude at all; the saying "old but cunning" was tailor-made for them.
"Since you say so, then Feng Tianming’s plans must have been discovered," Feng Jiu said.
Just as Qing Yu had great confidence in ng Shanhe, Feng Jiu held boundless faith in Qing Yu.
He wouldn’t be wrong.
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