Chapter 88

Speaking of this, Old Wang glanced at Wei He, noticing the hint of contemplation in his eyes, and continued.

"If it were just this, it wouldn't be too bad. At most, the strength would diminish, but there wouldn't be much of a problem.

However, in Taizhou, the major sects and schools that recruit disciples place the utmost importance on the purity of one's primordial blood.

Only with pure primordial blood can one achieve pure imprinted blood, and only then can one reach the pinnacle of their sect's cultivation techniques without interference.

Therefore, it's best not to cultivate multiple techniques, to avoid affecting the purity of the imprinted blood."

"Pure blood is necessary to reach the pinnacle?" Wei He pondered.

"Exactly. Think about it, if both of us have the same amount of primordial blood and the same main cultivation technique.

I cultivate only one technique, converting all my primordial blood into imprinted blood, making it incredibly powerful.

You, on the other hand, cultivate different techniques, dividing your primordial blood into several parts. Although the largest part is for your main technique, the imprinted blood you cultivate later will also be divided to support different techniques. How can you compare to me?

When it comes to breaking through, do you think I will go further, or you will go further?"

Old Wang explained simply.

Wei He understood the logic.

His brows furrowed slightly. If what Old Wang said was true, his journey to Taizhou might encounter more obstacles.

Because Old Wang didn't know that besides the Flying Dragon Technique, he was also cultivating the Five Ridges Palm...

Three cultivation techniques, the qi and blood they produced, were now mixed together in his body.

"Can imprinted blood be restored to primordial blood?" Wei He asked.

"Difficult. This is a process of returning to the innate from the acquired. I haven't heard of anyone achieving this." Old Wang shook his head.

"Old Wang, your words have broadened my horizons. I never thought there were so many principles in martial arts practice." Wei He bowed respectfully to Old Wang.

This guidance was not something an ordinary old man could provide.

The group led by Old Wang and Zhen Qi must have a formidable background.

After all, if those theories were true, even his teacher, Zheng Fugui, hadn't mentioned these things to him.

Of course, it wasn't that Zheng Fugui was unwilling to say; he might not have known that his disciple was cultivating multiple techniques.

"Brother Wei, you're too kind. Although not many people know about these things, with your skills, you will eventually come into contact with them no matter which faction you join." Old Wang waved his hand and smiled.

He was so excited that he picked up a water pouch, took a sip, and cleared his throat.

"Speaking of joining factions, Taizhou has many large and small factions.

However, no matter what faction, Brother Wei, when you arrive in Taizhou, you must pay attention to one thing: respect the local customs and traditions."

"I would like to hear more." Wei He said solemnly.

At this point, not only Wei He, but also Qian Hao and Jiang Su, were drawn in and listened attentively.

Perhaps old age makes one enjoy such lively atmospheres.

Seeing more people listening, Old Wang became even more enthusiastic and continued.

"Speaking of Taizhou, we must mention a true behemoth—the Dao Sect!"

"The Dao Sect?" Wei He carefully remembered this name.

Names at this level, whether in his past life or this one, were not something ordinary factions could use casually.

"Speaking of the Dao Sect..." Old Wang's expression was somewhat dazed, as if recalling many things he had experienced and encountered.

"The Dao Sect has three major branches: the Vase, the Pure Light, and the Spirit River.

All Daoists in the world can be categorized into these three types, of course, frauds are not included."

"Vase, Pure Light, Spirit River?" Wei He carefully pondered these three names.

"The Taizhou we are heading to is part of the Vase Dao's territory. There, one of the three strongest factions of the Great Yuan Dao Sect, the Wushi Sect, is entrenched." Old Wang said the last name with emphasis.

Hearing the name Wushi Sect, Wei He and Jiang Su were both startled.

They had guessed that the Wushi Sect would be strong, but they didn't expect it to be this strong. The Wushi Sect's control over one of the nineteen states of the Great Yuan Empire was a testament to its formidable power.

Just look at Feiyeh City, which was just a corner of Yunzhou, yet it could produce a fully accomplished strength master like Hong Daoyuan Ou Chen.

Among the eighteen cities of Yunzhou, Feiyeh City's overall strength was not even considered strong, only middle to lower.

From this, one could infer how powerful the Wushi Sect, which controlled an entire state, must be.

"Brother Wei, when you go to Taizhou, you might want to try joining the Wushi Sect. Although the Wushi Sect's tests are extremely difficult, you are young and have three bloodlines, so you still have a chance." Old Wang reminded him.

"Thank you for the advice." Wei He nodded. "Speaking of the Vase Dao, what does it mean?" He asked, seizing the rare opportunity to learn from an old man who knew these things.

"The Vase Dao refers to one of the Dao Sect's cultivation methods, which primarily involves self-cultivation and seclusion. That's all I know; I'm not very clear about the rest." Old Wang explained simply.

"Self-cultivation and seclusion?" Wei He's mind was set. He just wanted to find a stable place for himself and his sister to live peacefully, without having to wander around.

If the Wushi Sect was indeed so strong and focused on self-cultivation, it might be a good place for rest and recuperation.

The prospect of breaking through the Flying Dragon Technique, combined with Old Wang's narrative, made Wei He even more eager to reach Taizhou as soon as possible.

Unfortunately, the journey was still long, and the time was hard to endure.

Old Wang then continued to talk about other aspects of Taizhou.

There, martial arts were prevalent, and the people were fierce. Although the Wushi Sect had a suppressive presence, the Vase Dao branch emphasized self-cultivation and seclusion. As long as you didn't cause major trouble, they wouldn't bother with you.

This led to a diverse and vibrant scene in Taizhou. Various factions, schools, and ideologies converged, flourished, and thrived there.

Under the umbrella of the Wushi Sect, different ideas often sparked here.

Old Wang spoke eloquently and enthusiastically throughout the night, greatly enhancing the group's camaraderie.

Wei He kept asking questions, and Qian Hao joined in. Gradually, the image of Taizhou became more vivid in everyone's minds.

Stability, peace, with the Wushi Sect as the supreme authority, suppressing everything.

Numerous factions with intricate connections, and a convergence of various ideologies, made Taizhou a private domain even the Great Yuan Empire couldn't control.

The Wushi Sect, which had always been quiet and non-interventionist, was the ultimate authority in the state. Most of the major factions in the state had intricate ties with the Wushi Sect.

Old Wang's narration broadened everyone's horizons.

The next morning, after leaving the dilapidated temple.

The two groups merged, and their speed increased. They quickly crossed the Night Crow Mountains and reached a vast plain.

Originally, Wei He thought it would take half a year, but they reached the core city of Taizhou, Taizhou Prefecture, in just two months.

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At the southern gate of Taizhou Prefecture.

Old Wang's group was continuing to other parts of Taizhou, and Taizhou Prefecture was just a stopover.

Therefore, Wei He and Qian Hao had to part ways with them.

"Old Wang, I have offended you many times on this journey, and you have taken good care of us. My sister and I will settle in Taizhou Prefecture. If you have free time, come and visit us. We can consider ourselves friends, right?"

Wei He spoke more than usual.

It wasn't that he was being overly sentimental, but at the beginning of the journey, he had been very cautious of Old Wang's group.

However, in the latter part of the journey, Old Wang continuously taught him about Taizhou Prefecture and the basics of joining the Wushi Sect and other sects.

Every year, a large number of people from all over the country would go to the Wushi Sect to learn. Three bloodlines were indeed strong, but in a place like Taizhou Prefecture, they were just small elites.

Wei He learned a lot from Old Wang.

So his words of thanks were sincere, expressing gratitude for the knowledge and experience shared.

As the sun set, outside Taizhou Prefecture, the road was bustling with traffic.

The passersby were either weary travelers or local farmers and vendors transporting goods and vegetables.

Occasionally, monks in robes, Daoists with dusters, and people from various sects and factions with bright swords and sabers would pass by.

This place was a completely different world from the gloomy Feiyeh City.

People's faces were less gaunt and more vibrant.

"Brother Wei, you're too kind. We will also be staying in Taizhou for a long time. If you have the chance to visit the city, we will definitely come and see you." Old Wang bowed and smiled.

"Then it's settled." Wei He bowed solemnly. "When we meet again, we will drink and chat! If you have any trouble, come to the city and find me! I will do my best to help!"

"Definitely."

Wei He and the others quickly stopped a carriage by the roadside, negotiated the price, and got in.

The gray carriage slowly rolled away, its wheels turning.

At the window, Wei Ying poked her head out and looked back. In the group left behind, Zhen Qi gazed at her intently.

Seeing her looking back, Zhen Qi's face, hidden behind a veil, softened slightly.

"Come and see me..." Wei Ying waved hard, mouthing the words silently.

Zhen Qi smiled and nodded vigorously.

Soon, the carriage carrying the Wei siblings slowly entered the city. She then turned her gaze away, clutching a sachet that Wei Ying had specially sewn for her as a parting gift.

"Special Envoy, actually, there's no need to get too close to the Wei siblings."

In the group, Old Wang squinted at the gradually disappearing carriage and said softly.

"Special Envoy, now that you have escaped great danger and obtained true techniques, your future is boundless. Wei Ying is just an ordinary person. Getting too close is not good for either of you."

"I understand. No need to say more." Zhen Qi said coolly. "We will be stationed in Taizhou for a long time. Having more connections will help us maintain our cover."

Old Wang was speechless. He knew this was just an excuse.

Zhen Qi had been separated from her family since childhood and had been constantly pursued and hunted due to her true techniques and rare abilities.

One could say that in her twenty-one years, the first eight were spent in constant pursuit and counterattack.

Faced with a woman like Wei Ying, who exuded a strong maternal aura, Zhen Qi's initial rejection and caution gradually turned into acceptance and even a kind of longing, which Old Wang had observed.

But... he sighed deeply.

They didn't even exchange addresses... He didn't leave his either.

Both sides spoke formally, but in reality, they tacitly agreed to cut off this connection.