Chapter Fourteen: Devilish Obstacles

  Purple Bamboo Forest.

  The moonlight is like water pouring down, the bamboo leaves are swaying gently, and the purple mist is hazy.

  The ground is shrouded in a haze of spirits that refuses to disperse, exhaling moonlight and emitting a bright yellow divine glow.

  The divine month is like a plate, its light dazzling the eyes, branding an endless era, an indestructible and imperishable aura.

  The divine bird returns to its nest, all beasts enter their dens, and in the purple bamboo forest, there is a piece of tranquility.

  Sitting cross-legged under a patch of purple bamboo, breathing in the clear air of the bamboo liquid, with a peaceful mind and spirit as calm as heaven.

  Once you enter the immortal path, you must wash away worldly dust, solidify your Dao heart, and years are the biggest demon obstacle for people on the immortal path.

  For a month, Qitian had been on the path of immortality. At first, he was somewhat restless, but now he has gradually calmed down. He thought about his many years of Taoist studies and how his three years at Wudang had smoothed out his temperament. Only when he practiced swordsmanship would his sharp aura burst forth from his body.

  This made Yun Fei somewhat astonished, saying that Qi Tian Tian was a person of the immortal path, more patient than him. During this time, Ming Xian Dao Ren came over twice, casually pointing out a few sentences to the two, then dug up a few calabazas and walked away with a yawn, going to the back mountain, which was his place for sleeping, where he stayed day and night.

  Looking down at the golden Ling stone in his hand, which was about the size of a baby's fist, there were threads of golden divine light flowing and turning within it, like small dragons swimming and stirring up the spiritual energy, causing the air in his dantian to churn and surge.

  Taking a deep breath, Qitian activated the Sword Scripture and began absorbing the spiritual energy from the Golden Spirit Stone.

  Jian Jing, the origin of which is unknown, according to Fei Yun's account, this is an ancient scripture, a legacy of the sword immortals from the primordial era, containing great mysteries that can lead to enlightenment and reveal the true meaning of the sword path, but except for Xuan Jian Shang Ren who gained some insight 5,000 years ago, no one else has been able to comprehend it since.

  Jin Xing's spiritual energy was infused from the Jin Ling stone into his dantian and qihai, where it was completely absorbed by the Qi Mang bone, directly absorbing the spiritual energy within the stone. This process was much faster than circulating the Sword Classic to absorb and expel energy from the heavens and earth, and even more refined by two parts.

  He calmed his mind and condensed his breath, his mental state was peaceful and calm, like an ancient well without ripples, in harmony with the purple bamboo forest. The surrounding spiritual mist slowly flowed and gathered around him.

  In the end, Qitian tried to infuse the golden spiritual energy into the Golden Spirit Stone. Almost like a whirlwind sweeping away the clouds, all the golden spiritual energy was swept away in an instant. The originally thumb-sized golden energy column seemed to swell up by another fraction.

  Perhaps it was the rapid absorption of spiritual energy, but Qitian felt a sharp pain in his physical body, as if there was a sense of collapse, like knives and swords chopping at him, his muscles and bones screaming in agony.

  Shaking his head with a bitter smile, Qitian knew he had been too eager to succeed. He had taken in a large amount of spiritual energy, which should have been done gradually, but instead he had rushed through it. As a beginner on the path of immortality, his mortal energy was not yet exhausted and his body was not yet a Dao body, so it could not withstand such a massive impact of spiritual energy in an instant. Now, he was seriously injured.

  Jin Xing's spiritual energy was surging with sharpness, at this moment it was hidden in his muscles, bones, skin and flesh. If he wasn't a Heaven's Chosen with a strong will, he would have already cried out loud. Despite that, at this moment he was also covered in cold sweat, soaking through his Taoist robe.

  So-called pure gold body, more than half is still the result of gas and drumming, clearly understanding that oneself should be an ordinary golden body, with the golden spirit, there is no great harmony.

  The aura dispersed throughout his body, and Qitian began to absorb the sharp aura. Every strand of sharp aura that entered the aura dispersed, and a piece of skin and flesh would rise and fall. Qitian furrowed his brow and didn't make a sound until all 365 pieces of skin and flesh had risen and fallen. Only then did the original sharp aura that was scattered throughout his body completely dissipate.

  A faint golden light burst forth, like a small dragon, swelling to the thickness of a little finger, re-gathering in the dan-tian energy sea, and suddenly soaring upwards, like a true dragon bursting through the clouds, straight up to the ninth heaven, rushing past sixteen layers of buildings, and heavily striking the seventeenth golden gate.

  Boom!

  The Jinmen burst and shattered, in the golden sea of heaven and earth, a golden spring fell down, swallowed up by the aura, and that small finger-thick aura suddenly expanded many times.

  He spat out a mouthful of turbid air, and Qi Tian almost collapsed to the ground. Although he had managed to clear the seventeenth acupuncture point through this, his physical body was extremely exhausted, and he could hardly muster up any energy.

  With a bitter smile in his heart, Qitian barely supported himself and returned to the monastery, lying on the bamboo bed and soon fell fast asleep.

  After this sleep, it was already a day and night before he woke up. Yun Fei had obtained five pieces of Golden Ling Stone and five pieces of Earthly Ling Stone. Together with the two pieces of Ling Stones given by Lian Hua Feng Han Zi Cong earlier, he went into seclusion in the back mountain after returning, saying that his Dao foundation was at a critical moment and needed Master's protection. Therefore, no one discovered Qi Tian's anomaly.

  In a vast purple bamboo forest, only one person remains, the purple bamboo forest is quiet and peaceful, in harmony with the immortal way. Cultivating within it can often calm the mind and spirit, and shed external disturbances.

  After attempting to absorb the first piece of Golden Spirit Stone, Qitian grasped something and was no longer impatient. His aura replaced his spiritual energy, and Qitian slowly uncovered some things that he felt were the foundation for his future survival.

  Thirty-five pieces of low-grade Golden Spirit Stone, the first piece, under Qitian's forced progress, broke through the seventeenth way of Dào Qiào, and then there were no more unexpected events. The aura swallowed the spiritual energy, and Qitian slowly controlled the rhythm, able to quickly absorb the spiritual energy in the spirit stone, helping to break through the Dào Qiào, compared to the sword scripture absorbing the spirit stone, it was much faster, unknown how many times.

  A month passed, and with each passing moment, Qi Tian could feel the changes within himself. The worldly aura grew thinner, his physical body constantly purifying, and even when he clenched his fists, there was a surge of energy flowing through him. The spiritual energy continued to refine his physical body, and Qi Tian had come to realize that it was only when one's meridians were unblocked that the spiritual energy would refine the physical body, washing away worldly impurities. Although ordinary cultivation and breathing exercises also provided nourishment, they couldn't compare to the refinement brought about by the spiritual energy, which was like tempering iron, a thousand folds of refinement.

  Apart from this, Qitian gained a lot from the many sword techniques in the Wuguzang Pavilion, but still didn't fully understand the true meaning of Taiji Sword Dao. However, his own sword technique had improved significantly, and he felt even more that the idea of "all swords returning to their origin" was indeed profound and not just empty words or fabricated nonsense.

  A person's life, spent in cultivation, the Tao of Immortality is vast and boundless. At night, he often climbs to the top of the Sword Peak to gaze at the moon in the purple bamboo forest. The moon seems like a big pancake, this was his first analogy when he was young, but now it seems like nothing. He has a feeling of loneliness, on the peak of the sword, there is really a lack of human presence.

  At this time, Zhitian often thought that if he hadn't entered the Sword Tomb at the beginning, maybe now, he would still be traveling and appreciating in Xiangyang Town, which was his hometown.

  He himself was not a person who was content with peace and quiet, Qitian understood in his heart that the legend of Xian Dao was indeed too complicated. He had accidentally arrived at Wudang Mountain to inherit the true meaning of Taiji Swordsmanship, which was to revive the Xian Dao. Now that he has come to this world, he has entered the Xianmen and has really become a person of Xian Dao, although he has not yet become an immortal, he already possesses various divine techniques, is a legendary figure in Wudang's Xian family.

  And whenever he fell into such contemplation, Qi Tian would immediately cultivate, spit out the spiritual energy, or return to his hut to rest. The Taoist aperture had not been fully opened, and the ordinary energy had not been exhausted, so it was impossible to rely on spitting out the spiritual energy to maintain his spirit.

  As a result, he avoided giving birth to demonic obstacles. Qitian felt that if he thought about it any further, he might really have demonic obstacles.

  Although this demon has not been born, it will not disappear, at least, until he returns.

  A month later, Yun Fei returned, his body fragrant and flawless, all worldly dust gone, he had become a true Dao body. The two of them got drunk for one night, neither of them practiced cultivation.

  Afterwards, the purple bamboo forest returned to its former state, but only with the addition of Yun Fei, and at night, it was still eerily quiet.

  Jian Jing Da Tong 108 meridians, different from Fa Dao Xian Mai, requires the evolution of not Dao Li, but Jian Qi. Speaking of Yun Fei's Dao Ji Jing, it has not yet been truly perfected.

  For several days, Yun Fei had a worried and bitter face, deep in thought, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't generate any sword energy. The spiritual energy surged, and with one palm strike from the golden earth dual-line spiritual energy, it broke open a half-zhang square pit on the ground, a foot deep.

  Qitian watched him demonstrate his swordsmanship, which was the Shenyue Jiushi style from the Zangjing Pavilion. The nine forms of the sword style were majestic and powerful, with a grandeur that seemed to shake the mountains. However, Qitian felt that something was lacking, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.

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