Chapter 93

But the true meaning of the true transmission lies in the continuation of the Qingxuan lineage. By relying on their own strength to step into the Return to Elixir stage, one inevitably develops a unique understanding of the Dao of heaven and earth. Most can innovate and improve the sect’s cultivation techniques, providing more experience for future generations.

Some exceptionally talented individuals can even develop new paths based on the work of their predecessors, creating new Daoist techniques. After all, there is no best Daoist technique, only the most suitable one. Each person’s situation is different, so they naturally need to be taught according to their aptitude.

Chen Jianmei successfully reached the Return to Elixir stage, and the sect rang seven bells. If one achieves the status of an Immortal, it would be nine bells. If a senior transcends the myriad worlds, it would be forty-nine bells, the highest honor.

In recent years, not to mention nine bells, even seven bells have never been heard before. It is the first time in a hundred years.

Many disciples do not understand the significance and need to be enlightened by more senior disciples or elders. The seven bells also summon all current members of Qingxuan to Taibai Peak, unless they are in seclusion, refining equipment, or guarding important places. Everyone else must come.

Chen Lian has always been in the Qingxuan Hall. The first to enter was the gray-robed elder, Ge Yuan, accompanied by a handsome young boy, who is none other than the mysterious Xiaohei who came up the mountain with Chen Lian.

Chen Lian remains curious about him. He can clearly see the boy, but cannot sense him. His spiritual perception sweeps over, but finds nothing there, earning him a glare from Ge Yuan, which made him shiver.

After all, Ge Yuan’s power is unfathomable, and he is an elder who has reached the Return to Elixir stage. The gap between them is truly vast.

Chen Lian can’t help but think that if Xiaohei is proficient in assassination, cultivators below the Return to Elixir stage would have a hard time dealing with him. At their level, reliance on spiritual perception is even stronger than the five senses.

Even his keen perception cannot detect the boy. If it were other cultivators below the Return to Elixir stage, it would be extremely difficult to notice him.

The Qingxuan Hall seems to automatically adjust its space. As more people enter, it remains spacious and mysterious, and rows of cushions appear on both sides. Only the elders with deep cultivation can sit on them. There are twelve elders, all of whom have reached the Return to Elixir stage or higher. These are the core forces of Qingxuan.

The two elders at the head of each row have an aura that is deep and hard to fathom. Ge Yuan and Hong Qianya follow them. Hong Qianya smiles at Chen Lian, indicating that he still has a good impression of him.

Qingxuan has 108 cultivation techniques, but only twelve elders are present. Even if a few are absent, it shows that some techniques are not being practiced. Although some of the 108 techniques are extremely powerful and can be practiced concurrently, most people specialize in one, as human capacity is limited.

These 108 techniques were not all taught by the founding ancestor Yuqing when Qingxuan was established. They were developed over ten thousand years by successive generations of masters, starting from scratch.

The techniques are not ranked, but rather depend on whether they suit the individual. The more techniques one practices concurrently, the more opportunities there are to gain insights, but this requires great talent and insight.

In battle, the more techniques one practices, the harder it is for opponents to guard against them. After all, the path of cultivation is fraught with difficulties. Without a means to sustain oneself, one may not survive to achieve immortality. Even immortals are not eternal.

Each elder is accompanied by several disciples. In the lower courtyard, apart from Chen Lian and Lu Shouyi, the other eight are under the elders, mingling with the upper courtyard disciples.

Yan Bugui is beside one of the two elders with the deepest and hardest-to-fathom aura. Next to him is the white-robed man who once quarreled with Lu Shouyi, indicating they have the same master.

This elder carries a large vermilion gourd on his back, with a slightly tipsy look, as if he is just going through the motions. But seeing his gourd, it is clear that he is indeed Yan Bugui’s master.

There is one more empty cushion, purple in color, different from the others. No one sits on it, but a woman stands beside it. She looks gentle, not exceptionally beautiful, but her demeanor adds to her charm.

Chen Lian guesses this is the last senior sister from the lower courtyard whom he has not met. Since he has not yet taken a master, Hong Qianya calls him over, and Zhang Ruoxu does not object.

Chen Lian, of course, does not stand beside Zhang Ruoxu, as that would be too conspicuous. He goes to Hong Qianya’s side.

Hong Qianya has three disciples, all at the Qi Movement stage, who keep glancing at Chen Lian. After all, Hong Qianya often mentions him. However, as Chen Lian stays in seclusion and has been on missions, they have never met.

Finally, Lu Shouyi and Jing Qing stand on either side of Zhang Ruoxu. The hall is filled with cultivators, who do not chatter like ordinary people.

Suddenly, a sword light appears before the hall and then disappears. Looking closely at the entrance, a Daoist stands there, but he has not tied his hair into a topknot.

The Daoist has a sword-like brow and star-like eyes, a nose like a hanging gall, and holds a long sword. He steps into the hall, his demeanor so elegant that everyone can’t help but exclaim at his sword immortal aura.

He is naturally Chen Jianmei, who walks calmly to Zhang Ruoxu with a cold expression.

If one closes their eyes, they can feel a sharp sword intent emanating from him, though it does not actively spread, it cannot be ignored. It is as if he has spent half his life honing his sword, and now, in one moment, it is revealed to the world, shocking all.

Chen Jianmei bows deeply. Over the years, he has wanted to go down the mountain to hone his skills and seek opportunities to break through, but Zhang Ruoxu has always stopped him. Zhang Ruoxu believed that he was not yet ready to show his true strength.

Countless dark nights, only cold loneliness accompanied him.

The Intangible Sword Technique is one of the 108 techniques of Qingxuan. Since its creation, he is the first to have cultivated it to the eighth level, apart from the senior who created it.

Not to mention being unmatched below the Return to Elixir stage, even cultivators below the fifth level of the Return to Elixir stage can be defeated by him. But no one knows this, as he does not take ordinary disciples seriously. When he is serious, they cannot even block one strike. And he cannot challenge the elders.

A swordsman without an equal is bound to feel lonely.

Half a life spent honing his sword, and now his efforts have borne fruit. No one, not even Zhang Ruoxu, can deeply understand Chen Jianmei’s feelings.

Zhang Ruoxu extends his hand, touches Chen Jianmei’s head, and ties his long hair into a topknot, symbolizing the transmission of the Dao.

This is the transmission of the Dao lineage of Qingxuan.

Finally, Zhang Ruoxu draws a mysterious rune on Chen Jianmei’s forehead, which faintly forms a sword shape and then disappears.

With this, even the founding ancestor Yuqing, who has transcended the myriad worlds, and the living immortals can sense that Qingxuan has gained a true disciple.

At the same time, the founding ancestor Yuqing will send a thread of the Great Dao’s intent to Chen Jianmei, unique to him, which no one else can know unless he reveals it.

PS: Thank you to 10086 for the 588 reward and to Master Niugui She Shen for the support.

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