Chapter 3: The First Glimpse of the Path Amidst the Abundant Water Plantain Flowers

Chen Huaisheng naturally couldn’t follow to see how the magical array was set up, nor did he have the heart to think about such things.

What he was more concerned about was what the girl meant by the changes in the village.

Although his parents were dead, the Chen family was a major clan in Yuanbao Fort, and Chen Huaisheng had many uncles, cousins, and nephews.

If something happened to the family, he would naturally be concerned.

Suddenly, Chen Huaisheng realized that he seemed to have become too immersed in the identity of the current Chen Huaisheng, even forgetting his original identity.

For a moment, he felt a bit dazed.

But when he asked himself, was there anything wrong with this?

From the memories of the current Chen Huaisheng, he understood that this was a world where the strong preyed on the weak, and everything was for survival. That was why, at fourteen, he had run away to wander and travel, to gain more chances of survival.

As for the uncles and cousins in the village, they didn’t even have such opportunities.

What was the difference between the Chen Huaisheng of the past and the current Chen Huaisheng?

Weren’t they both struggling to survive in this vast world?

Why indulge in so many sighs and reflections? Living in the present and being the best version of oneself was the right thing to do.

The rain continued to drizzle.

The autumn rain in Yushan was famous.

Fine as silk, but continuous, it added a misty and serene atmosphere to the entire mountain.

Two bonfires had already been lit in the side halls.

The main hall was too dirty and messy to clean up, and with the somewhat fierce statue of Wuzhiqi, they didn’t bother to tidy it up.

The side halls, however, had been cleaned up by everyone’s joint efforts, providing a good place to take shelter from the rain and rest.

The flickering firelight cast a red glow on Chen Huaisheng’s face, making it appear flushed and warm.

In his hand, he held a grayish-white, round pill.

Under the firelight, the surface of the pill seemed to have a faint light pattern, and the faint medicinal scent was refreshing and pleasant.

This was the Qi-Regulating Pulse-Smoothing Pill, a medicinal pill from the Nine Lotus Sect.

Disciples of major sects always carried such medicines when they went out, in case of emergencies.

Carefully cutting the pill in half with his boot knife, he swallowed half of it and then circulated his qi through his body. The qi and blood in his internal organs quickly became more fluid.

As for bone fractures, they were simple. After all, he was a congenital Daoist, and as long as he solidified his essence, he would recover quickly.

He had to admit that major sects were extraordinary.

This half pill of Qi-Regulating Pulse-Smoothing Pill was far superior to the three doses of Qi-Smoothing Powder he had left.

Chen Huaisheng estimated that even if he had taken those three doses of Qi-Smoothing Powder, it would have taken at least half a month to recover. But now, after taking half a pill of Qi-Regulating Pulse-Smoothing Pill and circulating his qi once, he already felt 30% better.

He still felt a bit unsatisfied and instinctively pressed the remaining half pill.

The remaining half would have to be taken one or two days later.

Xuan Chimei had specifically warned him that his meridians couldn’t yet withstand this kind of pill, which was used by cultivators at the Qi Cultivation level for daily maintenance.

When Xuan Chimei gave him the pill and explained how to take it and regulate his qi, Chen Huaisheng knew from the look in the purple-clothed woman’s eyes that he had gained a great deal.

Qi generated in the dantian, strength passed through the qi sea, the Shenque felt warm, and the Baihui produced smoke.

Wearing a single layer of clothing, he felt the chill of the rainy night.

Initially, there was a slight coolness, but now he felt a warm and moist sensation throughout his body.

Chen Huaisheng felt a surge of qi spreading from his dantian and qi sea. The previously chaotic and scattered qi channels began to move under his mental guidance, and the blocked meridians, which had been obstructed by his injuries, suddenly cleared, much to his surprise.

Essence was generated from the marrow, and the marrow was stored in the meridians.

He even felt a strange change in his inner consciousness, becoming exceptionally sensitive and delicate.

The wood in the hall crackled and burned, and occasionally, pine resin and pine oil dripped into the fire, causing the flames to flare up.

Outside the hall, the autumn rain fell silently, the raindrops on the roof tiles slowly gathering into droplets, then forming streams, and slowly dripping from the eaves, swaying in the wind.

In the forest outside the hall, the raindrops on the branches and leaves merged and fell from high to low, constantly colliding and breaking apart on the leaves, then reuniting and finally landing in the mud and grass.

An owl, dazed, poked its head out of a tree hole, gazing at the night sky, allowing the raindrops to hit its round head, motionless.

On the hillside outside the temple, a partridge hid in its nest, vigilantly looking around, occasionally shaking its head to shake off the water.

All these scenes suddenly transformed into countless long and short scrolls, flowing through Chen Huaisheng’s mind.

He had never experienced such a mysterious feeling.

Through the fine rain in the courtyard, he could see the young men and women in the right side hall, full of hope, animated and excited.

Outside the hall, the purple-clothed woman and Xuan Chimei whispered in the corridor, sometimes frowning, sometimes pondering.

All of this was reflected in his heart, as if it were a naturally formed scene.

The rain falling on a thousand hearts brought enlightenment, and the subtle sensations created a realm of their own.

His injuries had not fully healed.

But Chen Huaisheng knew that he had changed in some way.

Compared to the changes in his body and the spiritual enlightenment, the injuries seemed insignificant.

He was unsure whether it was the effect of the Qi-Regulating Pulse-Smoothing Pill given by Xuan Chimei or the "miracle" he experienced three days ago that had brought about this change.

He felt the latter was more likely.

After waking up, he had felt something different in his dantian and qi sea during his first qi circulation for healing, though he couldn’t clearly perceive it with his current inner vision, his recovery was much better.

However, there was no doubt that the pill given by Xuan Chimei had also been very helpful, at least it had helped him enter a certain realm, a realm that was indescribable, only to be felt and not spoken of.

Or was this what was called entering the Dao?

Chen Huaisheng had heard that there were countless levels in cultivation, and entering the Dao was a matter of the heart.

The feeling of entering the Dao and breaking through a realm was completely different for everyone, with a thousand different states, and no repetition, especially for entering the Qi Cultivation stage.

Some people even entered the Dao and broke through a realm without realizing it, but the feeling could be clearly understood in the heart.

For a moment, his heart raced, and he felt a bit dazed, as if he were drunk and flushed. Was it really so?

He was unsure.

Because his injuries were not fully healed, the turbid qi still lingered, and his ribs were broken. If he had truly entered the Dao, wouldn’t he have some kind of sensation?

But no matter what, Chen Huaisheng felt that he had changed in some way.

This mysterious and unique feeling was something he had never experienced in the past six years.

Perhaps he had already reached the threshold?

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