Chapter 29

The sound of the temple bell broke the tranquility of the forest.

Qingxuan, who was naked and sleeping in the spring, was awakened by the bell.

He hadn't slept all night and had only just managed to rest a little.

Unexpectedly, he had slept until around two in the afternoon.

He had missed both the morning and afternoon classes, but it was just as well. He wasn't interested in those scriptures and incantations anyway, and he certainly didn't expect to become an immortal one day.

He just wanted to live a carefree life.

Unfortunately, he had missed lunch. After all the commotion, his stomach was already empty, and his essence had been severely depleted, making him feel extremely hungry.

Qingxuan began to quickly wipe his body and put on the new clothes.

He pinched his nose and wrapped the dirty clothes in a tablecloth. There were disciples in the temple responsible for washing and cooking, so he could just hand them over.

A carefree life was certain, and strength was essential.

Qingxuan, secretly rejoicing that he had activated the protagonist's aura, walked back to the temple leisurely.

The sun was shining brightly, and the birds were singing sweetly.

The young Taoist Qingxuan, who had gained a great advantage, couldn't hide his excitement, which overflowed from within.

He hadn't expected that the green-level martial arts he learned from the "Lan Huan Ling Miao Pavilion" could directly reach the "Near Perfection" realm. Although he had just obtained them, his familiarity with these techniques was no less than that of the old Taoists who had practiced for twenty or thirty years.

This was a pleasant surprise.

The only regret was that the "Xiao Wu Xiang Gong" was only at the "Beginner" level. Perhaps because this martial art was obtained as a reward, or because the red-level martial arts were too profound, the "Lan Huan Ling Miao Pavilion" couldn't improve it to a higher level.

At the same time, Qingxuan discovered in the notes at the bottom of the martial arts exchange list that by consuming "Skill Points," he could also enhance the proficiency of the martial arts he had learned. Higher proficiency meant faster and more accurate execution, reducing the risk of accidents; martial techniques would become more adept, with greater lethality and adaptability; and special skills would enhance the auxiliary effects of cultivation...

However, the proficiency improvement provided by the "Lan Huan Ling Miao Pavilion" was indeed related to the level of the martial art. Green-level martial arts could be enhanced to "Near Perfection," while blue-level martial arts could be improved to "Mastery"... Red-level martial arts, like the "Xiao Wu Xiang Gong," could only reach the "Beginner" level. The higher levels of martial arts realms required the practitioner's own insight and understanding, which could not be achieved through cheating.

Although he could improve the martial arts levels of the "Kunwu Yuan Yu Gong" and the "Qingyun Thirty-Six Swords," Qingxuan didn't use all 12 of his remaining Skill Points at once. After all, he still had one more chance to exchange for a blue-level martial art, and saving the Skill Points for useful martial arts was the best use of them.

Unfortunately, even the cheapest blue-level martial art required 21 Skill Points. The 1 Skill Point reward from advancing in rank was far from enough. To get 21 Skill Points, he would need to advance 21 times. At his current "Body Tempering" third stage, advancing 21 times would mean reaching the "Qi Gathering" sixth stage, which was a long and distant journey.

Moreover, the restriction for opening the blue-level martial art page was "Qi Gathering" cultivation. This meant that even if he obtained enough Skill Points by advancing in martial arts realms, by then he would have already met the requirement to unlock the blue-level martial art page, rendering this precious exchange opportunity completely wasted.

His internal cultivation was already on the right track, and reaching the "Qi Gathering" stage was just a matter of time. The faster he could turn his opportunities into strength, the more urgent and valuable it would be for Ye Qingxuan.

After much consideration, Qingxuan felt that the fastest way to gain Skill Points was to collect martial arts from this world.

Looking at the experience bar in the "Collection System," Ye Qingxuan wished he could dive into the scripture hall of the Great Zen Temple and record, record, record... The "Lan Huan Ling Miao Pavilion" martial arts collection system didn't discriminate based on the attributes of the techniques or the level of the martial arts... However, the higher the level of the martial art, the more substantial the reward. A high-grade green-level "Kunwu Yuan Yu Gong" earned about 2 Skill Points, while a medium-grade blue-level "Taiji Pei Yuan Gong" earned 7 Skill Points.

As long as he collected higher-level martial arts, he could definitely exchange for the divine techniques and martial arts he longed for in the "Lan Huan Ling Miao Pavilion" sooner.

"I'm coming, [Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms]! I'm coming, [Northern Darkness Divine Skill]! I'm coming, [Nine Yang Divine Skill]! I'm coming, [Nine Swords of Dugu]! I'm coming, [Manual of the Sunflower]..."

However, uh—this [Manual of the Sunflower]... let's skip it...

Hehe, hehe...

Although the thought of a certain martial art made him a bit uncomfortable, he couldn't resist the excitement in his heart and the silly smile on his face. Qingxuan soon returned to the back mountain gate.

"Little Uncle, someone is looking for you in the front courtyard. They've been waiting for a long time..."

The young Taoist guarding the back mountain gate was now the third senior brother's disciple, Lu Yundong, who had just turned fourteen. Seeing his little uncle approaching with a silly smile and a dazed look, he hurried over and called out for a long time, but the little Taoist didn't respond. In desperation, he tugged at Qingxuan's sleeve, and only then did the enchanted Taoist notice someone beside him.

"Oh, huh? Yundong, what's up?"

Well, all that was for nothing.

"Someone is looking for you in the front courtyard. They've been waiting for almost the whole morning..."

"Person? Who... male or female, tall or short, fat or thin, how old, married or not?"

Lu Yundong felt dizzy and barely resisted the urge to slap him. "Little Uncle, it's a withered old man, timid and shy, like a farmer. He said—"

"Ah!" A loud shout made Lu Yundong jump.

Qingxuan suddenly slapped his forehead, shouted "Oh no," and darted off in a flash, disappearing in a few steps.

All that was left was a stunned Lu Yundong, looking just as dumbfounded as Ma Yunyong had been earlier.

"Wow—Little Uncle—what kind of skill is that—"

Qingxuan channeled his internal energy and rushed to the front hall.

Although he hadn't practiced any lightness techniques, Qingxuan had a natural talent for speed. Just by channeling his internal energy, he was already incredibly fast.

Passing a temple disciple, Qingxuan didn't even see who it was and casually threw the dirty clothes at him, shouting, "Wash these!"

Before he could even call out "Little Uncle," Qiu Yunzhen was covered in a cloud of dirty clothes, accompanied by a foul smell.

Qiu Yunzhen, after a few dry heaves, pulled the clothes off his head, still hearing his little uncle's voice but seeing no sign of Qingxuan.

Qiu Yunzhen, a simple and honest man, was the temple's number one laborer, with an ordinary background and appearance, the kind of person who would be lost in a crowd.

Holding the foul-smelling clothes, he recalled the rumors he had heard during the morning class and said with a puzzled look, "It seems Little Uncle really fell into a cesspool."

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