Chapter 69

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In front of the Green Sheep Temple.

Su Qinnian looked at the狼狈 figure in the snow, who had tried to stand up several times but failed, his body covered in snow. Most importantly, this was a boy of about thirteen or fourteen, wearing a green silk Taoist robe.

A member of the Jing generation?

Su Qinnian frowned. The boy had a sharp brow and bright eyes, looking very refined, but his eyes were filled with a rebellious and stubborn spirit.

At this moment, despite almost being shaken to the point of losing all his strength, the boy struggled to stand up, but his eyes shone with excitement when he looked at Su Qinnian.

He had not detected any killing intent, so he had held back most of his strength. Otherwise, Su Qinnian could not guarantee that a boy who had just started practicing martial arts and whose bones were still growing could survive.

"You, you are Su Qinnian."

The boy struggled to stand, his teeth chattering. He took several deep breaths before he could stand steadily and manage to say a complete sentence.

Su Qinnian raised an eyebrow. The boy's tone was casual and unapologetic, especially his eyes, which seemed to treat Su Qinnian as a sure thing, yet he still maintained a sense of purity.

The boy fumbled in his pocket and took out a white jade bottle, casually pouring out two wax pills. He pinched them, and a strong medicinal aroma was released. The pills were bright yellow and crystal clear. Without looking, he stuffed them into his mouth and swallowed them whole.

After just a few breaths, Su Qinnian was somewhat moved. The boy seemed fine, stretching his limbs, as if his strength and bones had been restored to their original state. His face became rosy, a sign of abundant qi and blood.

Although Su Qinnian was not well-versed in pharmacology, let alone Taoist alchemy, the eighth volume of the *Demon Classic* had some records about such qi and blood replenishing and muscle-relaxing pills, generally called Yuan Qi Pills. Yuan Qi Pills are divided into three grades: upper, middle, and lower. Even the lowest grade was not something ordinary people could afford, and even some pharmacies might not have them. They could only be refined by experts in alchemy or Taoist alchemists.

Even when Su Qinnian was in Chang'an, he had heard that a high-ranking official in the palace had been rewarded with a bottle of high-grade Yuan Qi Pills for his contributions. The next day, the threshold of the official's residence was almost trampled flat by colleagues seeking pills for their descendants. A high-grade Yuan Qi Pill was said to have the power to directly penetrate the skin, muscles, bones, and marrow, directly creating a master at the seventh level of the Foundation Establishment stage. Of course, an unstable realm was another matter.

But this shows the preciousness of Yuan Qi Pills. The boy's casual consumption, and his demeanor, which seemed like a daily routine, revealed some hints of his extraordinary identity.

"Junior, I am your Xian Ding Peak Jing Gu master uncle. I heard you practice the knife, and it's even the legendary *Xiuming Knife*. How about this, you teach me the knife technique, and I join your Green Sheep Peak."

The boy's words were shocking. A boy of fourteen was actually of the Jing generation and from one of the seventy-two peaks, Xian Ding Peak.

Seeing that the boy had not yet reached the Foundation Establishment stage, but had the third or fourth level of the *Turtle Snake Skill*, yet was high in the Jing generation and from Xian Ding Peak, Su Qinnian had some guesses. He shook his head and ignored the boy, walking straight to the Green Sheep Hall.

"Hey, where are you going? I am your master uncle. Is one first-class knife technique so precious that you can't share it? If you teach me, you will definitely benefit."

The boy immediately followed Su Qinnian, not discouraged at all, and spoke with a relentless momentum.

"How about this, I exchange a *Xian Ding Finger* technique with you? This is a half-step top-tier finger technique that directly targets the spirit, but it lacks a cultivation direction after the spirit, so it's only a half-step top-tier. But to exchange for your first-class superior *Xiuming Knife*, I am at a great disadvantage."

"Damn, you have a big appetite. If this isn't enough, how about adding the *Extreme Wind Step*? This is a first-class lightness technique. I can help you obtain the true meaning of the *Xian Ding Finger*, but I can definitely help you get the true meaning of the *Extreme Wind Step*. How about it? This is a great show of sincerity. As long as you teach me the *Xiuming Knife*, all these will be yours."

Inside the Green Sheep Hall, Su Qinnian sat cross-legged, calming his mind and focusing his qi, sensing the flow of qi and blood through his organs, delving into the principles of the five elements in the human body, which he had just begun to explore, with many more insights to gain.

"Hey, open your eyes. I am your master uncle. This is a great disrespect. Do you believe I can have the law enforcement Daoists from the True Wu Hall on Tianzhu Peak give you 108 sticks?"

"You..."

The boy seemed to realize that Su Qinnian was not paying any attention to him, and his eyebrows knitted in anger. He sat cross-legged opposite Su Qinnian, staring at his face with a stubborn and persistent look, showing no sign of backing down.

The Green Sheep Hall was silent, with only the boy's heavy breathing. Su Qinnian's breathing was long and deep, sometimes not breathing for a couple of incense sticks, which made the boy's heart tremble. He had seen many experts on Xian Ding Peak over the years, and although he had just started practicing martial arts, his discernment was so high that he believed many martial arts experts could not match him.

Now he could see that Su Qinnian's *Turtle Snake Skill* had reached a profound level, not the initial seven levels, but the eighth level, which refined the organs and circulated the five elements.

Such an eighth-level *Turtle Snake Skill* was not something many disciples on Xian Ding Peak had used to lay the foundation and open the dantian to cultivate internal true qi.

Most importantly, Su Qinnian had only been on Wudang Mountain for less than two months.

In just two months, to have the *Turtle Snake Skill* reach such a level, even Jing Gu, the young Taoist, was secretly amazed. Looking at this boy who was not much older than him, he could not help but feel a bit envious.

Although Su Qinnian was in meditation, his mental energy covered the surrounding ten or so yards, and he saw every move the boy made. He was a bit troubled by this persistent young man, who was also of the Jing generation. He could only disobey, not act, as he did not know before. Now he could not act anymore. The boy was right; if he acted again, it would not be just 108 sticks if it reached the True Wu Hall on Tianzhu Peak. He had not yet reached the Foundation Establishment stage, and his identity as the peak disciple of Green Sheep Peak was still nominal and not real. If it were an ordinary outer court disciple, he would not be so polite.

In the afternoon, snow started to fall outside the hall.

Su Qinnian opened his eyes, and the boy Jing Gu immediately jumped up, excitedly saying, "What, you agree?"

Su Qinnian glanced at him indifferently and walked out of the hall without a word.

In the snow, he took out a porcelain bottle, gazed at it for a moment, then opened it, pouring a black wax pill into his palm and putting the bottle away.

Tearing off the wax coating, Su Qinnian saw a pure green, crystal-clear pill, and a strong medicinal aroma spread. Just one breath, and he felt his qi and blood surge, his organs pulsing, and a strong desire to practice.

The Heaven-Opening Pill!

This was the holy medicine for Wudang's Foundation Establishment. The entire outer court could only get a few pills a month. If it fell into the hands of martial artists, it would certainly spark a fierce competition, especially for those who had not yet reached the Foundation Establishment stage. A Foundation Establishment Pill could stabilize the mind and almost be equivalent to a life during a critical moment.

"Heaven-Opening Pill?"

In front of the Green Sheep Hall, the boy Jing Gu murmured, his eyes flickering, as if he had thought of something.

At this moment, Su Qinnian had already taken a Heaven-Opening Pill and started practicing.

Whoosh!

Just a starting move, several yards of snow were swept up. Su Qinnian struck a punch, his arm extending, and he began to move through the snowstorm. His qi and blood surged, rising several yards high, and the air behind him distorted as a blood-sweating steed broke free from ancient time and descended into the world.

...

At the foot of Wudang Mountain.

By the sword-untying stone, two young Taoists on duty were warming themselves by a red-hot fire, drowsy. Suddenly, they were startled. In the snowstorm, a group of more than ten figures, wearing straw raincoats, gradually approached.

These people moved extremely fast. They were still dozens of yards away, but in just a few breaths, they were right in front.

"Huashan's Gu Xuantong, responding to your sect's invitation, brings my disciples to pay respects. Please inform the two junior disciples."

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