Chapter Two Hundred and Thirty-Two
Central State Sect, Orthodox Path of Ghost Cultivation, Grand Spirit Master.
Upon hearing these terms,
Long Xiaoshan’s brows slightly furrowed.
The reason he inquired about Zhong Huai and Black Scale Gate was that both were adept in dark magic, proficient in exorcising ghosts and Corpse Refinent, sharing so similarities, and he had killed two people from Black Scale Gate, which was always a potential problem, even though there were no witnesses to the killings.
But the ans of Spirit Practitioners were beyond the imagination of ordinary people; even without witnesses, it was not certain that they couldn’t trace it back to him.
He was quite aware of Black Scale Gate’s practices.
Therefore, it was necessary to be prepared in advance.
If needed, it was imperative to eliminate the threat beforehand.
However, according to what Zhong Huai had said, it seed that Black Scale Gate had quite a significant background.
"How strong is a Grand Spirit Master? What kind of power do they possess?" Long Xiaoshan asked again.
His understanding of Spirit Practitioners was indeed very limited, even Yue Ling didn’t know much.
"Long... Grandmaster, you don’t know about Grand Spirit Masters?" Zhong Huai asked in surprise. He’d seen Long Xiaoshan levitating and tossing fireballs—these were Spirit Practitioner techniques, which Martial Artists certainly couldn’t perform. Yet Long Xiaoshan seed unaware of Grand Spirit Masters.
"Hmm, I’m mostly self-taught and haven’t had contact with the circle of Spirit Practitioners."
Zhong Huai’s mouth twitched for a while. Self-taught, my goodness, you’re making it hard for the rest of us.
"Then I’ll explain in detail. Spirit Practitioners are cultivators who are different from Martial Artists that cultivate their own bodies. Spirit Practitioners draw upon the Force of Heaven and Earth for their own use, absorb the essence of heaven and earth, induce Qi into their bodies, open the Purple Mansion, and give birth to Mana, thus becoming Spirit Practitioners. Spirit Practitioners are divided into nine ranks, with every three Qi-Refining layers making one rank. The Qi-Refining First Layer to the Third Layer is for Spirit Practitioners, Qi Introduction Fourth Layer to the Sixth Layer are honored as Spirit Masters, and those above Qi Drawing Level Seven are revered as Grand Spirit Masters, possessing Great Magical Power to command wind and rain, or ’turn beans into soldiers.’ After breaking through the Qi Drawing Ninth Layer, one becos a True Person. However, True People are like Earthly Immortals, like Leftover Zi of the Eastern Han and Lü Dongbin of the Tang Dynasty, who are rare and godlike beings scarcely found throughout Hua Country."
With Zhong Huai’s explanation,
Long Xiaoshan gained a deeper understanding of Spirit Practitioners.
He was currently at the Late Stage of the Third Layer of Qi Drawing.
And Black Scale Gate actually had Grand Spirit Masters above Qi Drawing Level Seven.
Although, according to Zhong Huai, the Grand Spirit Masters of Black Scale Gate were characters who would suppress an entire sect.
They would not easily erge from seclusion.
However, the power of Black Scale Gate was unquestionable.
He still needed to be cautious.
Long Xiaoshan asked Zhong Huai many more questions, and Zhong Huai, intimidated by Long Xiaoshan’s power, was very forthcoming and revealed all he knew.
Which gave Long Xiaoshan a much better understanding of the cultivation circles.
This circle, while not as prosperous as the ancient martial arts circles, was still not to be underestimated, and many feng shui masters and fortune-tellers encountered in everyday life belonged to the lineage of Spirit Practitioners—only many of them had no Mana, belonging to the outer circle.
After talking with Zhong Huai and getting answers to all his questions,
Long Xiaoshan waved his hand for Zhong Huai to leave.
Zhong Huai felt like he had received a great pardon and hastily left Kowloon Mountain during the night. Although Long Xiaoshan did not seem intent on settling scores, being close to such a strong person made Zhong Huai very uncomfortable.
Kowloon Mountain Clubhouse, the backyard, hot spring pool.
This was Zhou Yushan’s private territory.
However, today, Zhou Yushan had already vacated this area. When Long Xiaoshan stepped in, he saw the unusual peaks protruding, with a bamboo grove shading a glimpse of the corner of a little house with red walls and green tiles, exuding an antique charm.
Entering the wooden building,
he saw Chun Tao sitting inside the hall, sowhat preoccupied, while two beauties dressed in green cheongsam uniforms stood by.
Upon seeing him enter, she quickly got up and ran over, "little Xiaoshan."
"Sorry to have kept you waiting." Long Xiaoshan had just been discussing matters with the leaders of Hechuan and had t with Zhong Huai, so a lot of ti had been wasted.
"It’s okay," the worry on Chun Tao’s face faded.
"You two can go down," Long Xiaoshan waved.
"Yes!" The two uniford beauties answered and left.
Only Long Xiaoshan and Chun Tao were left inside the small building.
"little Xiaoshan, I, we should just go back," Chun Tao said, sowhat timid, glancing around.
Looking at the exquisite and luxurious interior decorations and the two beautiful won who had served her made her feel utterly out of place. Coming from poverty, she had never enjoyed such things and it all felt surreal to her.
Long Xiaoshan shook his head, "It’s getting late. Let’s rest here for the night. Besides, I’ve heard that the hot springs of Kowloon Mountain are very famous. Zhou Yushan recomnded them quite enthusiastically, I wouldn’t want to disregard his kind intentions."
Long Xiaoshan’s eyes glead, a mischievous smile at the corner of his mouth.
Enjoying the hot springs was one thing, but especially the thought of sharing them with a beautiful woman was an experience he had yet to enjoy. Naturally, his heart throbbed with excitent.
"What hot spring?" Chun Tao was confused.
With his Heavenly Eye, Long Xiaoshan had already located the hot springs. With a slight smile, he took Chun Tao by the hand and walked toward the back of the building, arriving at an arch. The sound of water could be heard. Passing through the archway, a Suzhou-style garden appeared before them.
Lush greenery surrounded them, a bridge extended before them, with rockeries, walkways, and several hot spring pools—large ones covering hundreds of square ters, small ones only capable of accommodating two or three people, milky white and emitting wisps of steam.
It was as if they had stepped into a veritable paradise.
Chun Tao covered her mouth in surprise.
She had never seen such a beautiful sight.
Even Long Xiaoshan couldn’t help but admire it. Zhou Yushan knew how to indulge himself, having built a private garden here to enjoy this treasure alone.
And with his keen observation, he recognized that this place was where the geomantic energy of Kowloon Mountain converged, the eye of the formation, making these hot springs even more spiritual than ordinary ones.
Long Xiaoshan, holding Chun Tao’s hand, arrived at the largest hot spring pool, dipped his hand in the water, and found the temperature to be just right.
"little Xiaoshan, why is this water white and steaming?" Chun Tao curiously asked.
"This is a hot spring, a naturally occurring geothermal spring. It’s perfect for bathing. Hot springs contain many minerals and trace elents, and taking hot spring baths can be highly beneficial to one’s health. Around the world, hot spring bathing is considered a fashionable form of therapy."
"So, today we’ll take a good soak right here!"
While explaining, Long Xiaoshan began to undress.
Soon, he had taken off his shirt and pants, revealing his naked, sculpture-like strong physique.
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