Chapter 56

In the small pavilion on Jinhua Mountain.

Ning Bo Wu, with a fierce and imposing demeanor like a ferocious tiger, stretched out his large hands, which moved like grinding stones, and struck towards the disheveled old Taoist.

The large hands stirred up a whistling wind, with a powerful force capable of splitting mountains and rocks.

Ning Wu Que's injury seemed to have stirred up Ning Bo Wu's ferocity. The usual calm and excitement when he acted had vanished, his eyes glowed with a faint red light, and a chilling aura of killing intent enveloped his body.

At this moment, if a cultivator were to observe Ning Bo Wu, they would surely see a thin layer of golden light enveloping him, a rare manifestation of pure yang true qi, which had the power to repel all evil.

"Haha, good, good, good, such talent is rarely seen in the world."

Facing Ning Bo Wu's relentless and formidable attack, the disheveled old Taoist's eyes gleamed, and he laughed heartily. He stepped forward with his left foot, thrust his body forward like a raging wild bull, and with his two withered, claw-like hands, he struck Ning Bo Wu's chest at an incredible angle. Then, he transformed his hands into palms and struck eighteen times in quick succession.

"Whoosh..."

The old Taoist retreated, twisted his neck, and took a deep breath, looking at Ning Bo Wu, who was frozen in place as if under a spell, and smiled in satisfaction.

"Good seed, a rare good seed."

"Little brother, is he your elder brother? How about letting him follow me to cultivate the Dao? With his innate pure yang body, his essence will not be lost, and with proper training, he can become an immortal in a hundred years."

The old Taoist appeared like a ghost beside the railing, speaking to Ning Wu Que while his eyes were fixed on Ning Bo Wu, as if he had discovered a rare treasure. He clicked his tongue in amazement, almost drooling.

The old Taoist's lecherous expression made Ning Wu Que feel a chill, and the scene reminded him of a lecherous middle-aged man. If Ning Bo Wu were a celestial beauty, it would be understandable, but Ning Bo Wu was a towering, broad-shouldered, and muscular man, and even Chen Qinglong felt goosebumps, wondering if the old Taoist had a preference for men.

Fortunately, Ning Bo Wu was naturally simple-minded and seemed to be immobilized, otherwise, he would have kicked the old Taoist's lecherous face.

"Hmm, you don't speak, so I'll take it as your agreement. Keep this pill; it will be enough for you to cultivate up to the Qi Refinement stage. I'll take the person, and from now on, he will be my disciple, Fei Qiu Zi."

The old Taoist squinted his eyes, looking like a bandit about to kidnap someone. Ning Wu Que felt depressed, as the old Taoist's elbow strike to his abdomen had sealed his body with true qi, leaving him unable to speak. How could he respond to the old Taoist?

What is it like to be a mute eating bitter herbs, unable to speak? This is exactly what Ning Wu Que was experiencing!

Unable to move, he could only watch helplessly as the old Taoist, like a thug, carried the towering, two-hundred-pound Ning Bo Wu and dashed away, faster than a rabbit, as if he had just committed a crime, hurrying off.

Chen Qinglong was even worse off than Ning Wu Que; he didn't even have the courage to chase after them. The old Taoist was too strong, making him feel utterly powerless to resist.

However, the old Taoist seemed to have no ill intentions towards Ning Bo Wu. Taking him as a disciple, could this be a celestial connection?

Chen Qinglong and Ning Wu Que stared at each other, and this celestial connection seemed truly bizarre! This wasn't taking a disciple; it was more like a robbery, not for wealth or beauty, but in broad daylight, a lecherous old Taoist had taken away a towering man!

Thinking of the old Taoist's lecherous gaze, Chen Qinglong felt a bit more sympathy for Ning Bo Wu, but fortunately, the old Taoist had chosen Ning Bo Wu and not himself.

Ning Wu Que felt like crying but couldn't. He wasn't crying because Ning Bo Wu was taken away; it was better for the old Taoist to take him as a disciple than for him to follow Ning Wu Que, a half-baked demon cultivator. When he first met Yan Chixia, he had intended to have Ning Bo Wu and Ning Wu Shuang follow Yan Chixia back to his sect, but he changed his mind after learning about his background.

Ning Bo Wu had deep good fortune and would likely not suffer much. What made Ning Wu Que want to cry was that the old Taoist had sealed his and Chen Qinglong's bodies, and they were still immobilized. In the wilderness, if a tiger or wolf appeared, they would surely become prey.

In a cave on Jinhua Mountain, where divine light shimmered, the disheveled old Taoist carried Ning Bo Wu inside. "Stone Immortal, look what the old Taoist has brought back, an innate pure yang body, a rarity since the pre-Qin era. If we teach him to cultivate, he can become an immortal in a hundred years, and he will surely promote our Daoist tradition."

Inside the cave, there were immortal herbs, strange flowers, flowing water, and hanging vines. On a stone platform, a Taoist with skin like rock was sitting in meditation. Upon hearing the disheveled old Taoist's words, he opened his eyes, finished his meditation, and exhaled two streams of white qi that lingered.

After the white qi dissipated, the Taoist stood up. "Fei Qiu Zi, after hundreds of years, you're still the same. No wonder you can't become an immortal."

The disheveled old Taoist put Ning Bo Wu down and smiled at Stone Immortal. "What's the fun in becoming an immortal? Outside the Earth Immortal Realm, there are heavenly and earthly authorities. In the Earth Immortal Realm, the celestial deities have no control, and one can live freely and leisurely. You, Stone Immortal, must think the same. Otherwise, you would have already ascended."

"Indeed, it is an innate pure yang body!" Stone Immortal placed his withered hand on Ning Bo Wu's pulse, his face lighting up, but then he frowned and shook his head. "Something's not right. With an innate pure yang body, the spirit should not be so weak."

"You noticed too?" The disheveled old Taoist's face turned serious, looking at Ning Bo Wu and scratching his head. "I suspect that this boy's three souls and seven spirits are incomplete, lacking the spirit of wisdom. This is a technique from the Yin Soul Dao of the Han Dynasty, which can extract a person's soul and cultivate it into a weapon to attack the spirit."

Stone Immortal shook his head and let go of Ning Bo Wu's hand. "Indeed, the Yin Soul Dao was destroyed by An Qisheng of the Fangxian Dao during the Han Dynasty. After An Qisheng ascended, he was enshrined as the Northern Immortal, one of the Eight True Immortals of the Upper Clarity. He would not leave behind any harm. This boy is not missing the spirit of wisdom; it is just weak. He must have experienced some trauma in his childhood. Where did you find him?"

"Right here on Jinhua Mountain, I met him by chance. Seeing that he had no one around him, I..."

Thinking of his actions, the disheveled old Taoist found it hard to speak, but then he thought that his eagerness for talent was understandable.

"No one around him?"

Stone Immortal and Fei Qiu Zi had been cultivating for hundreds of years and knew Fei Qiu Zi's character well. He looked at Fei Qiu Zi with a half-smile.

The disheveled old Taoist smiled sheepishly. "He had a little wolf demon and a martial artist with innate abilities. They agreed to let this guy follow us to cultivate. I gave them some pills from the Fangxian Dao, and they have already gone down the mountain."

After speaking, the old Taoist frowned slightly, wondering how much force he had used in the spell. It shouldn't last too long, right?

Stone Immortal didn't pay attention to the old Taoist's expression. He looked at the unconscious Ning Bo Wu and raised his eyebrows. "A wolf demon? The mortal world is not peaceful; these demons are causing trouble."

"The Fangxian Dao has a Wisdom Pill that can repair the spirit. We should ask them for some. It's hard to cultivate with incomplete three souls and seven spirits." The disheveled old Taoist laughed.

Stone Immortal nodded slightly. "That's a good idea. I happen to need to go to Mount Wutai to the Fangxian Dao to refine a batch of Rebirth Pills. We can take him along."

"Excellent, excellent!" The disheveled old Taoist smiled, his face full of ill intent.

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Three rivers have not been crossed, I beg for support, wailing!

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