Chapter 57

Under the lush night, a crescent moon hung over the mountain peak, and the dim moonlight enveloped Jinhua Mountain.

In a small pavilion, two people stared at each other, the sounds of insects and nightingales creating a mournful atmosphere. Ning Wuque and Chen Qinglong's moods were equally melancholic. The old Taoist's spell had clearly not been well-controlled, and they had been trapped for nearly seven hours.

Finally, as the moon rose high in the sky, a beam of moonlight shone on Ning Wuque. The body that seemed not his own finally responded, and then a restrained primordial energy, which had been confined in his internal organs, began to disperse. It felt like a medicinal supplement, filling his body with a powerful force.

This was the primordial energy left by the old Taoist in Ning Wuque's body. Although it was just a thin thread of energy, the power it contained far exceeded that of the Ginseng King Pill. This energy was extremely pure, a higher form of energy than true qi, carrying a faint aura of immortality.

The old Taoist had already reached the realm of a terrestrial immortal, and a single strand of true qi could crush a mountain. Despite being just a thin thread, it greatly benefited Ning Wuque, a blessing left by the old Taoist.

Ning Wuque stood up, his limbs trembling slightly, but he felt no stiffness or numbness from sitting for so long. In his internal organs, a ball of true qi enveloped his heart, spleen, lungs, kidneys, and liver. The warm true qi, after being refined, filled his body.

As he stood up, a faint blue light shimmered from his kidneys. Then, a surge of true qi rushed in, emitting a blue glow, like a small vortex. The true qi left by the old Taoist was completely absorbed.

It was like a drop of water falling into a lake, slowly dripping from the vortex, the blue light gently rippling out, cleansing his entire body.

"Water is the highest good, for it benefits all things without contention."

Water has no form, and it is said that water is the origin of all things. A drop of water is a spark of life. Under the influence of the old Taoist's powerful true qi, the water primordial energy emerged, rippling with a faint blue light, spreading from the kidneys to the internal organs, bringing a refreshing and comfortable sensation.

The blue light continued to spread, penetrating his flesh and bones. As it gently oscillated, the impurities and toxins in Ning Wuque's body were slowly expelled through his pores, cleansing his marrow and skin. The scars and hidden ailments from multiple injuries gradually disappeared under the blue light.

Ning Wuque stood quietly, feeling the blue light cleanse his body, his mind becoming peaceful, as if purified. He silently savored the essence.

Chen Qinglong sat cross-legged, his injuries already healed. He practiced his technique, and the essence in his body flowed like a mighty river, passing through the mystic light and surging to the top of his head, bursting out through the Baihui point, transforming into a green aura that rose to the top of the pavilion like a column of smoke.

The primordial energy left by the old Taoist in his body was not much, but it was enough to propel him from the Essence Refinement stage to the Qi Transformation stage. This was a blessing from Ning Bo's father, and also a blessing for both of them. The immortal aura left by a terrestrial immortal, which could refine the body and soul, was something even the true disciples of major sects might not have.

Chen Qingling practiced the Dao technique passed down by Yan Chixia, which he received after refining the Ginseng King Pill at Lansi Temple. Yan Chixia, seeing his potential, casually passed it down, not a technique from the Xuanxin Dao Sect, but one Yan Chixia had obtained himself, which he could pass on to Chen Qinglong.

The saying goes, "The Dharma should not be taught to six ears," meaning that cultivation techniques are the foundation of a sect. If someone outside the sect learns them, it creates karma, which is detrimental to cultivation. Therefore, Yan Chixia did not dare to teach the Dharma recklessly to avoid such karma.

After half an hour of cultivation, Chen Qinglong retracted the green aura from his head, stood up, feeling as light as a swallow, but also drenched in sweat, feeling very uncomfortable.

Chen Qinglong was not annoyed, but secretly delighted, thinking, "This is the way of the immortals, cleansing the marrow and skin. Indeed, I feel as light as a swallow, as if I could soar with the wind with just a step. If I could transform my body, what a magnificent sight it would be!"

At the Qi Transformation stage, one can ride the wind and travel through the air. As long as the qi does not run out, one can float in the air. Of course, a Qi Transformation cultivator can fly a hundred miles at most, and not too high, only about ten zhang above the ground. If higher, the strong wind at high altitudes would tear the body apart and scatter the soul.

Thinking of this, Chen Qinglong looked at Ning Wuque. Ning Wuque was surrounded by a faint blue light, extremely beautiful, like a crystal-clear crystal. His aura was several times stronger than Chen Qinglong's.

In the past, due to the difference in cultivation levels, Chen Qinglong could not sense how strong Ning Wuque was. Now, with the opportunity to break through to the Qi Transformation stage, he could clearly feel a dangerous aura emanating from Ning Wuque, like facing a fierce beast in the wilderness.

Beneath Ning Wuque's calm aura, there was a faintly violent and evil aura, the innate nature of the wolf demon deeply rooted in his blood, exuding a bloodthirsty and fierce energy. Normally, Ning Wuque's human bloodline effectively concealed these auras.

Moreover, perhaps because Ning Wuque was a half-human, half-demon, if he did not transform into his demon form or use his techniques, he would not emit any demon aura. This is how Ning Wuque managed to deceive Baiyun Daoist, though luck also played a part.

At this moment, as Ning Wuque practiced without restraint, the demon aura leaked out, along with the negative energy in his blood. Although very faint, to Chen Qinglong's perception, it was as bright as the sun in the night.

Worried, Chen Qinglong glanced at Ning Wuque, then looked at Jinhua Mountain. At the Qi Transformation stage, one can see the qi of others, known as "qi-seeing." Everyone has their own qi, such as bad luck, good luck, wealth, happiness, etc. Scholars have literary qi, the royal family has the true dragon qi, Confucians have the great righteous qi, and Buddhists have the Buddha qi. This mountain also has its own qi.

Famous mountains and rivers have qi that reaches the clouds, unshakable. Although Jinhua Mountain is not a majestic peak, it is a rare dragon vein, and many hermits cultivate here. Someone once became an immortal here, and the vast mountain is enveloped in a majestic white aura.

This aura is as solid as a fortress, suppressed by a fierce qi dragon. Among these auras, there are several heavenly auras, each with a unique flavor, left by those who ascended to immortality. There are also a few hidden and obscure auras, clearly from hermits living on Jinhua Mountain.

Seeing this, Chen Qinglong felt dizzy, his ears ringing, and his eyes stinging, so he dared not look any longer.

"I hope, as the old Taoist said, that those cultivating here are all transcendent beings. Otherwise, such a demon aura might attract those who claim to eliminate evil and protect the righteous, making life difficult in the future," Chen Qinglong sighed lightly, smiling bitterly to himself.

Breaking through to the Qi Transformation stage, Chen Qinglong's mindset had also changed unconsciously. His fear of Ning Wuque gradually turned into reverence, a subtle change he himself did not notice.

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