Chapter 15

"Old Daoist is sacrificing his own Daoist powers to lay the foundation for you with the true qi in his body. You must calm your mind and purify your thoughts, and carefully experience it."

True qi flowed continuously from Guan Xu's body into Qin Xianyu's眉心 (the point between the eyebrows), passing through this acupoint and circulating through the meridians according to the trajectory of the Purple Mansion Divine Court Primordial Qi True Technique. It continued to flow in this manner.

Qin Xianyu, after a moment of shock, finally calmed down and began to carefully experience it.

In recent days, he had studied the Purple Mansion Divine Court Primordial Qi True Technique and had gained some understanding. At least he had a general idea of the acupoints, meridians, and how the qi should flow. When he imagined the flow of true qi within his body, he would follow the path of this technique.

However, his own understanding was still slightly off.

At this moment, as Old Daoist Guan Xu injected true qi into his body, he could feel it very clearly. The flow, trajectory, and speed of the true qi were all perceived with great clarity.

After just a few rounds of sensing, Qin Xianyu noticed that the path he had imagined for the true qi was slightly different from the path of the old Daoist's true qi. He secretly noted the differences and, when he practiced the technique again, he would avoid these errors.

"Your comprehension is not bad; you have already grasped some of the essence of qi sensation," Guan Xu nodded inwardly.

The old Daoist believed his time was short and wanted to pass on the tradition of Baiyun Temple. However, with his limited time, it was not easy to find a suitable and talented successor. But he recognized Qin Xianyu and knew his background and family, so he decided to pass on the tradition to him.

However, Qin Xianyu was already a young man, and his body was gradually solidifying, leaving little room for improvement.

The old Daoist did not expect much from this young man in terms of achievement, but he hoped to pass on the tradition so that Qin Xianyu could find a highly talented disciple in the future, ensuring the continuation of Baiyun Temple. Perhaps among the younger generation, there would be someone who could stand out.

However, Qin Xianyu had already improved his constitution with the Jade Pill and now had the Daoist sword technique, making his future potential limitless, at least more promising than the old Daoist's own path.

The initial stage of cultivating qi is extremely difficult to enter.

How could Qin Xianyu waste time at this step?

Only by helping him step into the realm of qi cultivation first could he go further in the future.

Qin Xianyu closed his eyes and focused, feeling the innate primordial qi that the old Daoist had cultivated for a lifetime flowing continuously within his body, having already completed eight major cycles.

"You have already developed a slight qi sensation. I will use my true qi to flow through your body, transforming the qi sensation from a vague feeling into a tangible one."

Guan Xu's expression was solemn, and a large amount of blood seeped through his chest, soaking his Daoist robe and dripping continuously from the hem. However, he seemed unaware of it and said to Qin Xianyu, "I will use my true qi to flow through your body, and each cycle will damage my foundation. Try to practice the technique and see if you can intercept a strand of my true qi and make it your own."

The realm of true qi is comparable to the internal strength of martial arts.

However, internal strength is derived from blood and qi, acupoints, and techniques, while true qi is conceived from nothing, imagined out of the void.

The story of the bow and snake shadow, where a person mistook the reflection of a bow for a snake and believed they were poisoned, leading to a gradual weakening of their body and eventual death, is an example of how the mind can affect the body.

The birds and beasts in the world can change according to their environment, but this change takes a long time. Whether it is cultivating internal strength or changing one's body, it is a modification of the original body.

True qi, on the other hand, is conceived from nothing, born out of the void.

The sensation of qi is a deceptive and illusory feeling, but true qi is real.

To conceive true qi from nothing would take at least several decades.

The old Daoist was willing to sacrifice his own cultivation to help Qin Xianyu achieve true qi, saving him the decades of initial obstacles.

"By intercepting a strand of true qi, it can grow like a seed? By skipping the step of conceiving true qi from nothing, it can save decades of hard work?" Qin Xianyu understood this slightly. He carefully sensed and felt that the qi sensation in his body, which was originally somewhat illusory, now had a touch of reality.

If not for the old Daoist's guidance, he would have believed he had already achieved true qi.

The illusory is still illusory, and the qi sensation is still a qi sensation. It is merely an illusion, and in reality, he was no different from an ordinary person.

Although the qi sensation is the first step in cultivating qi, similar to the circulation of blood and qi in martial arts, even a novice in martial arts can have some advantages over ordinary people. Those who can circulate blood and qi have greatly increased strength, but Qin Xianyu, having achieved the qi sensation, was still just an ordinary person.

"It seems that entering the world of martial arts is easier than cultivating Dao, as the results are quick and give great confidence, which can inspire and motivate. Even if one cannot circulate blood and qi, they can still have a strong body. In contrast, a Daoist must achieve true qi to have extraordinary abilities, and the qi sensation achieved before that is actually useless."

"Long-term cultivation without results can also lead to doubts about the path of Dao."

Many thoughts flashed through Qin Xianyu's mind.

"Calming the mind and purifying the thoughts!"

The old Daoist's low shout was like a thunderclap, shattering all distracting thoughts.

Qin Xianyu, who was naturally calm, after dispelling his original distracting thoughts, focused and sensed without any new distracting thoughts. His mind was clear and serene, and he gradually entered a state of deep concentration.

"I have thirteen inches of true qi, overflowing from the primordial acupoint, reaching the Heavenly Gate. If I can leave a strand of true qi in his body by exhausting these thirteen inches, it will be worth it."

A strand of true qi can be large or small, but even if it is as fine as a hair, leaving true qi in Qin Xianyu's body would save him decades of hard work in conceiving true qi.

If it goes as planned, even if it costs all my true qi and a hundred years of cultivation, it would be worth it.

Qin Xianyu entered a state of spiritual clarity, wanting to leave a strand of the flowing true qi in his body.

With this intention, his mind was set, and whether he could retain a strand of true qi depended on his talent, comprehension, constitution, and fate.

Qin Xianyu stood still, eyes closed.

The old Daoist, surrounded by a divine aura, placed his palm on Qin Xianyu's forehead.

In the back room of the Daoist temple, the wind continued to blow.

All the pots and pans were swept to the corner, and the dust that had not been cleaned up swirled in the wind, circling around the two of them, making their Daoist robes flutter.

Qin Xianyu, in the wind, with his hair flying, still appeared very serene. He silently said in his heart, "I only ask for a strand of true qi to remain in my body."

Thus, a strand of true qi remained in his眉心 (the point between the eyebrows), while the rest of the true qi continued to flow. This strand of true qi remained in the眉心 (the point between the eyebrows) and did not flow away with the rest.

"Good!"

Guan Xu was overjoyed. At this moment, only one inch of his thirteen inches of true qi had been consumed.

The old Daoist had thought that even if he exhausted all thirteen inches of true qi and a hundred years of cultivation, he might not be able to leave a strand of true qi in Qin Xianyu's body. But he was willing to sacrifice himself to lay the foundation for his disciple, regardless of the consequences.

However, he did not expect that Qin Xianyu's talent and comprehension were so high, and his constitution, improved by the Jade Pill, was so astonishing.

The old Daoist had only consumed one inch of true qi, and this young Daoist had already retained a strand of true qi, which was truly astonishing.

Guan Xu was overjoyed and wanted to stop the flow of true qi and end the practice.

However, the next moment, the old Daoist's eyes narrowed.

In just a moment, the strand of innate primordial qi in Qin Xianyu's body had thickened slightly.

"It hasn't stopped..." the old Daoist muttered. He looked at Qin Xianyu, who had his eyes slightly closed, in a state of spiritual clarity, focused on his mind and oblivious to the outside world.

"Fine, my remaining life is not long, and leaving this cultivation will only turn into nothingness." The old Daoist thought to himself, "I originally intended to exhaust all thirteen inches of true qi to leave a strand of true qi seed for you. Since you can still absorb my innate primordial qi, I will give it all to you. Take as much as you can."

With this thought, a strong wind arose, his Daoist robe billowed, and clouds of mist rose.

The wind grew stronger, turning into a powerful gale.

The gale grew even stronger, sharp like a gust of wind.

From the 365 acupoints on the old Daoist's body, strong winds blew out, as if they were wind acupoints.

This was the external manifestation of true qi.

The old Daoist, sacrificing his entire cultivation, sent it all out, and the power was even greater than when he was at his peak.

Outside, the wind was gentle, but inside, a fierce wind suddenly arose.

Leaves fell from the skylight, suddenly flew back up, and soared over ten meters before slowly falling.

A sparrow flying by felt the wind and landed, but as it passed the window, it was blown back by a strong wind, tumbling in the air for over ten times, almost falling to the ground.

It had no fear, only curiosity, and after circling in the air, it chirped and flew back in through the window. The wind grew stronger and blew it back out.

Suddenly, an eagle's cry was heard.

A large eagle swooped down, almost capturing the sparrow.

The sparrow, narrowly escaping death, quickly flew away.

The eagle let out a long cry, flapped its wings, and suddenly circled in the sky, descending.

Its claws were cold and sharp, glowing like lightning, and with one swipe, it tore open the broken window and flew into the temple.

There were two people in the temple, their Daoist robes fluttering, motionless.

The eagle's eyes were fierce and cold. It spread its wings, and its sharp claws flashed like lightning, lunging at the two people.

Qin Xianyu's face was calm, still immersed in the profound state, unaware of the outside world.

"Unaware of life and death."

The old Daoist said this calmly in his heart. With his ability to externalize true qi, although he could not resist arrows or swords, blowing away flying birds was not difficult.

This time, the power of the true qi externalized by the old Daoist while transmitting the technique was even greater than when he exerted his true qi to the fullest.

The wind turned into a powerful gale, and the gale turned into a fierce gust.

The gust was like a blade, as astonishing as a divine technique.

Even the old Daoist did not know the full power of the gust caused by the transmission, which might have been enhanced by the presence of the Jade Pill, adding to its power.

The eagle spread its wings and swooped down, but was immediately hit by the gust.

Feathers flew, filling the room.

Blood splattered, and flesh flew.

The large eagle was torn into pieces by the gust, its body reduced to a mess of feathers and blood.

"This kind of power is no different from divine techniques."

"Could I, an old Daoist, actually exert such a gust in my lifetime?"

"Seeing this, I can die without regrets."

The old Daoist smiled faintly, let go of his hand, and fell backward.

On this day, the old Daoist transmitted his power, and after a hundred years of cultivation, only one inch of his thirteen inches of true qi remained.

Qin Xianyu, who had no true qi before, now had six inches of innate primordial qi stored in his primordial acupoint.

The wind stopped.

Only the room was left in a mess, with blood, flesh, and feathers scattered everywhere.

PS: This is the chapter from noon, posted first.

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