Chapter Fifty-Seven Old Deceiver

  After embracing Dan, the aura around Huabu's body suddenly calmed down and entered a deeper level of cultivation. Zhang Jun no longer disturbed her, quietly leaving the room, his heart feeling relieved.

  Today, he told his master his biggest secret and helped his master enter the Dan Jing, which made him very happy.

  "I wonder if Master will make a breakthrough in Medical Nine Energies and the Great Luo Divine Needle after entering the Dan realm?" He was extremely looking forward to it.

  The next day in the afternoon, Hua Buqi walked out of the house with a smile on his face. Zhang Jun felt that his spirit and temperament had improved greatly compared to before.

  "Congratulations, Master!" He smiled and bowed.

  Zhang Wu had been waiting outside the door and saw Hua Buqi come out. He exclaimed with excitement: "The boss has finally broken through!"

  Huabo smiled slightly and said, "The elixir has reached second-grade quality."

  Zhang Jun did not understand what "Dan Cheng Er Pin" meant, so he asked for details. Hua Bu Yi gave a brief explanation. It turned out that from transforming energy into elixir energy was a qualitative upgrade, and the people who formed the elixir in ancient times were called earth immortals.

  However, people are divided into three nines, and Dans have their highs and lows. According to the degree of perfection of the Dan that is formed, it can be divided into five products to one product, with five products being the lowest, barely considered as a successful Dan formation. The first product is the highest, belonging to the top figures in the Dan boundary repairman, this kind of person even has the opportunity to touch the realm of divine power.

  Martial artists are far superior to ordinary people in both spirit and physical ability, but after all, they are still human, not immortals or Buddhas, and there is a big gap between them and the "earthly immortals" of ancient legend.

  After the cultivator holds the elixir, if the elixir is of the fifth rank, there is still a chance to perfect the elixir through cultivation and promote it to the third rank, second rank, or even first rank. However, it's much more difficult to make progress later on.

  Just like a baby born with congenital deficiencies, blind and deaf, although it can be remedied through postnatal repairs, but after all, it is different from normal people, and the success rate is very low.

  Hua Buqi explained, Zhang Jun said: "Isn't Master now very powerful? With just a bit of effort, he can achieve first-rate success, and then with one burst of energy, enter the realm of spiritual transcendence, haha..."

  Suddenly seeing Hua Buqi's subtle and imperceptible expression, he immediately shut his mouth, knowing that his thoughts were a bit too simple.

  Hua Bu Yi let out a soft sigh and said, "Zhang Jun, if not for the hidden injury, I would have been able to hold onto the elixir after twenty years. However, even if I had held onto it back then, at most it would have become a fourth-grade elixir, or possibly a fifth-grade one. It's truly fortune and misfortune intertwined... If not for my twenty years of tempering and nurturing, twenty years of diligent pursuit, it would have been difficult to achieve today's second-grade elixir."

  Zhang Jun was still an outsider to the Dan Tao, so he didn't dare speak recklessly. He thought of the young man who had injured Hua Bu Yi and opened his eyes, saying: "Master, that young man who injured you, what kind of person is he?"

  Huabo waved his hand and said: "Wait until the time is ripe, I will tell you myself. Now you just need to focus on your cultivation, don't ask about other things."

  Zhang Wu looked at Zhang Jun for a moment, then glanced at Hua Bu Yi. He finally understood that it was all thanks to Zhang Jun's efforts that Hua Bu Yi could hold onto the Dan. His heart stirred with excitement, and he stared intently at Zhang Jun: "Brother, you have to help me out. I've just touched upon the realm of transformation, and I also want to know what it feels like to be in the Dan realm."

  Zhang Jun didn't say a word, and Hua Bu Yi let out a cold snort: "Zhang Wu, before the age of 40, you don't have the hope of embracing Dan. Don't be overly ambitious, honest cultivation is the right path."

  Zhang Wu's heart skipped a beat, and he hastily said: "The boss is right."

  One morning, Huabu's inner joy was palpable. He had Zhangwu prepare wine and dishes, and the three of them sat down to chat and drink. They told stories about martial arts anecdotes and strange happenings in the Jianghu world, which the two listeners found fascinating.

  At this point, mentioning Sword Immortal Situ Xing, Zhang Jun couldn't help but interrupt: "Master, what grade of elixir did Situ Xing refine? And how did he owe you a life back then?"

  "Only oneself knows the true extent of one's abilities. Others may think you're a master, but they can only see that you've grasped the basics and can't discern your true level. Unless it's a life-or-death confrontation, where everything is laid bare in battle, no one can truly know." The master explained, "However, I do know the extent of Situ Xing's abilities - he has reached the third rank of Dan Cheng."

  Then he began to talk about a legendary story in the Jianghu. Fifteen years ago, Situ Xing was only 26 years old, while Hua Bu Yi was already 46. At that time, Situ Xing had already held Dan and it was Dan Cheng San Pin. Moreover, his swordsmanship was unparalleled, so he earned the nickname of Sword Immortal, and his reputation spread far and wide in the Great China region.

  But this young man was full of vigor, and he sought out the youth who had injured Hua Buqi in the past to engage in a decisive battle at sea. There were no spectators for that battle, and outsiders only knew that Situ Xing had been injured.

  His injuries were severe at the time, his meridians were shattered, his internal organs were fractured, and even his vertebrae protruded from his back. But he was indeed a tough man who hugged Dan, and he walked hundreds of miles to find Huabu Yi and ask him to treat his wounds.

  Hua Bu Yi displayed his exceptional skills, using the Great Luo Divine Needle and the Nine Heavens Medical Technique to their utmost potential. After half a year of treatment, consuming countless precious medicinal materials, he finally restored Situ Xing to his original state.

  After hearing this legend, Zhang's thoughts were turbulent. He thought that the masters of Dan Jing were indeed terrifying, they were all standing at the peak of human physical ability. His master had invited three of them to lay the foundation for himself from the very beginning, truly a meticulous plan. Now, he was going to invite Xian Tian to teach him swordsmanship, which was even more deeply kind.

  He was deeply moved in his heart and did not speak for a while. He silently poured wine for Hua Buqi and continued to listen to him tell stories about the strange and interesting things that happened in the Jianghu.

  Having drunk enough wine, Hua Buqi said: "Zhang Jun, this person Si Tu Xing is very interesting. Tomorrow when you learn the 'Tian Wai Fei Xian' move, as long as you can master the framework, he will definitely be curious in his heart and may continue to teach you."

  "Situ Xing is a man of this caliber, in ancient times he was a Sword Immortal. He has this nickname for a reason. His swordsmanship is unique and unparalleled, not inferior to any of the great swordsmen of past or present. To receive his guidance is a rare blessing."

  Zhang Jun nodded: "Master, rest assured, when has the disciple ever let you down?"

  Hua Buqi's face revealed a hint of a smile, and Zhang Jun's left eye was extraordinary. To put it bluntly, it was a "Buddha's Eye". The Buddha's Eye could see through the red dust, see through the vast universe, and naturally, it could also see through the trivial matter of a Heavenly Immortal flying outside the sky.

  The next day, Huabu Yi and Zhang Jun flew to Kyoto and arrived at Kansai International Airport two hours later. After leaving the airport, the master and apprentice found a nearby hotel to stay temporarily and wait for Si Tu Xing.

  At the international airport, a Boeing 787 from the United States landed, and among the crowd of people getting off the plane, there was a young man wearing a Chinese tunic suit, with a very handsome face, but his expression was cold and aloof, his eyes seemed to never focus, he walked down the plane at a leisurely pace.

  At the airport, a dozen or so people with large entourages of bodyguards behind them stared intently at the exit, their faces tense. When they saw Situ Xing, they actually forgot about their identities and loudly shouted: "Mr. Situ! Mr. Situ!"

  Upon hearing the shout, the young man's gaze finally refocused. In an instant, two sharp gazes like swords tore through space and shot towards the crowd. The bodyguards felt a chill run down their spines, as if their blood had frozen in an instant.

  More than a dozen people who were waiting to pick up passengers at the airport were also stunned, standing still like wooden sticks, unable to utter a word.

  The young man was Xiāng, who had just arrived on the mainland. He glanced at the person picking him up and then ignored them, heading towards the taxi stand instead. After waiting for over ten minutes, he got into a cab and told the driver, "Waterwood Hotel."

  Shui Mu Hotel, Hua Bu Yi and Zhang Jun sat in the large hall on the first floor of the hotel. Zhang Jun did not drink the tea provided by the hotel, he brought a set of tea sets and a pack of tea leaves this time.

  That set of tea utensils is very old, Zhang Wu spent a lot of money to get it, but now it has been occupied by Zhang Jun. As for the tea leaves, they are also the top-grade tea leaves that Zhang Wu can't bear to drink, he said only national leaders can afford to drink them.

  Zhang Jun provided the tea leaves and teacups, had the waiter brew them, and then waited slowly. During the waiting process, Zhang Jun's gaze shifted, and he unexpectedly found a familiar face, that of Song Shiping, who he had met once on the plain, from the National Security Bureau.

  Zhang Jun found that Song Shiping was sitting not far away, always looking through the floor-to-ceiling window glass at an old man under the bridge opposite who was telling fortunes for people. The fortune-telling old man's business was obviously not very good, and his eyes were tense and looked around randomly, as if he was afraid that the city management would suddenly appear and drive him away.

  Zhang Jun curled his lips and thought to himself: "Is Song Shiping so idle that he's paying attention to such a useless old man?"

  Hua Bu Yi also followed Zhang Jun's gaze and saw the old man, first frowning slightly, then saying: "Zhang Jun, go find him to calculate your fortune."

  Zhang Jun said discontentedly: "Master, just one look and you can tell he's an old swindler. Going would be a waste of time."

  "Go."

  Zhang Jun didn't dare not listen, and obediently walked out of the hotel, slowly walking towards the bridge tunnel. As he passed by a newspaper stand, he bought two packs of Zhongnanhai cigarettes and asked casually: "Boss, is that fortune teller up ahead accurate?"

  As soon as Zhang Jun mentioned the old man, the middle-aged uncle selling newspapers had a look of disdain on his face and said: "Little brother, you must not go there. That dead old man is a big scammer. He charges eighty for palm reading and one hundred for facial analysis. If you let him calculate a word, it's at least two hundred yuan. If he calculated accurately, the price wouldn't be high, but that old goods has never been accurate."

  The old man at the newspaper stand opened his mouth and couldn't stop, continuing: "This morning a woman came with her 9-year-old son to have their fortunes told. Guess what the old cheat said? He said that kid had his little brother in his belly."

  He laughed and said: "What kind of talk is this? Isn't this just nonsense?"

  Zhang Jun listened and became curious, thinking that even if it was a scam, making up such a story would be too outrageous, could this old man have a problem?

  As he thought of this, he quickened his pace and walked over. When he reached the bridge bottom, he directly put two packages of "Zhongnanhai" on the table and said with a big smile: "Old man, calculate my fate."

  He didn't want to calculate at all, thinking that it would be best if this old man refused, so he could save a few more tickets.

  But the old swindler didn't even look at it, and said: "Stretch out your hand, let Ben Baxian take a good look. If I like it, I won't take a penny; if not, give me 500 bucks."

  Zhang Jun's nose is crooked, Old Bear! What kind of reason is this?

  Author's words:

  Friends, I've been updating a lot lately and my fingers are all cramped up. Huabu Yi said I need to use red flower ointment to treat it. Unfortunately, I don't have any red flowers at home, so if you guys have some, please send me some!

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