SWDnovel Chapter 120 The Flying Immortal Gathering
Chapter 120 The Flying Immortal Gathering
The thought of returning to the physical body had just arisen in his mind.
next moment.
It was as if a vortex had sprung up in the Niwan Palace, and a tremendous suction force was generated from the body, causing the soul to fall downwards involuntarily.
After a dizzying spin, Yang Silang's soul opened his eyes again and returned to his Niwan Palace, back in its place.
Thus, the Corpse Lamp has been completed, and it can now freely leave the body.
Yang Silang let out a long breath and slowly opened his eyes. He saw that the calming incense in the incense burner in front of him had been completely burned out, and the hourglass next to him showed that only a few moments had passed.
The old iron lamp he had taken from Wang Daniu was now flattened into a disc in his palm, cracked and broken into several pieces.
A surge of joy welled up in Yang Silang's heart.
The corpse light is on, it's done!
After burning five incense sticks, the process of establishing the Niwan point, generating the spirit and soul, observing the spirit and dotting the dragon's eyes, and then dividing the spirit and lighting the corpse lamp, successfully astral projection was achieved!
I consider myself a proper Taoist priest!
Try to break through to the Wandering Soul Realm within the remaining two incense sticks!
Looking out the window now, the moon shines obliquely; it is not yet midnight.
He was filled with joy and urgently needed to share it with someone. This impulse was so strong that it was impossible to suppress, but it was a bit late. Who could he turn to?
Suddenly seized by a childlike impulse, Yang Silang darted to Wang Daniu's house and found a dim light shining inside.
He raised his hand, jerked the door open, and strode inside.
Inside the cabin.
The copper lamp hanging above the bed was crackling brightly.
Da Niu lay sprawled on the bed, pulled up by a thin blanket, his legs trembling. He held a book in his hand and chuckled incessantly.
I don't know how he mistook a book called "The Record of Encounters with Demons" for a book called "The Record of Laughter".
Seeing how happy he was, even happier than I was.
How could I possibly tolerate that?
How can I share my joy when the other person is happier than me?
Yang Silang snatched the book away.
"Let me show you, I didn't let you get addicted. It's confiscated..."
Wang Daniu's face immediately fell, and he didn't dare to argue.
Yang Silang reached out again and took the bronze lamp away as well.
"Collecting the books isn't enough; you need to collect the lamps too for complete security!"
He turned and left in a hurry, feeling very happy and without any more hindrance!
Wang Daniu was left alone on the bed, feeling guilty, ashamed, and moved—he was so useless; he said he would stop after reading the next page, but how come he could never finish reading the next page?
After he finished blaming himself, Da Niu raised his head and looked into the dark room. He felt as if he had overlooked something important.
He came to his senses, slapped the bed, and shouted with a face full of grievance.
"No, Fourth Brother..."
"Fine, you can take the book if you want..."
"What are you doing with my lamp?"
"Give me back my light!"
A roar came from next door.
"Big Niu, are you going to sleep or not?!"
Wang Daniu immediately gave up, sullenly lay back on the bed, pulled the covers up, and went to complain to Zhou Gong.
the other side.
Yang Silang, holding the brass lamp, returned to the house with a satisfied expression.
The lights were turned on, and the room was brightly lit.
Not bad!
He clapped his hands and nodded in satisfaction. He could continue practicing his skills tonight!
There were only two incense sticks left in the box, so he decided to use them sparingly. He then switched to the Five Elements Energy, began to mobilize his true energy, and slowly circulated it through the five meridians to achieve the circulation of Qi throughout his body.
And so, the night passed.
Yang Silang only rested for a short while, but he was still full of energy and high spirits; while Wang Daniu, who had slept all night, had two big dark circles under his eyes and looked at Yang Silang with a face full of resentment, which made people feel uneasy.
When Yang Silang asked him curiously why he hadn't slept well, whether he had dreamt of the fox spirit in "The Record of Seeing Demons" having his vital essence drained, Wang Daniu felt even more aggrieved.
morning.
Da Niu went out to practice martial arts at the Hanshan Martial Arts School, while also wondering whether he should steal a lamp from Tong Baisui's house.
Yang Silang continued practicing his boxing in the courtyard.
He finally understood what it meant to sharpen one's axe before chopping wood.
Logically speaking, practicing Taoist arts should reduce the time available for martial arts training.
For him, reaching the Out-of-Body Realm in five days and five incense sticks would not delay his martial arts practice at all. On the contrary, with the help of internal vision, it would make the circulation of true qi more reasonable and efficient.
Of course, he is an exception.
Ordinary people who cultivate the Dao do not have the ability to guide their spirits or experience multiple cycles of rejuvenation in a single day. Their progress would be far slower than this, thus consuming a great deal of time and resources, which could indeed hinder their progress in martial arts.
Yang Silang was practicing a set of Five Elements Fist techniques.
Perhaps it was because he had achieved a balance of the five elements after adjusting his true energy, but today, Yang Silang felt that this set of boxing techniques had, for the first time, produced a sense of endless vitality, with each wave higher than the last.
At this moment, a servant came in and waited respectfully at the door. After Yang Silang finished practicing his boxing, the servant hurriedly came in, kowtowed, and introduced himself.
He claimed to be a servant of Yan Nanxing, sent by his master to find Yang Silang and deliver a message.
"Shiro, do you still remember our appointment at Feisentai today?"
"If you're interested, let's meet at Wu Kui Lou at noon!"
Yang Silang slapped his forehead.
For the past five days, I've been completely absorbed in cultivating the Dao, without a single distraction, and I've even forgotten about meeting Yan Nanxing. The next chapter is even more exciting: Chapter 119, The Flying Immortal Gathering, we look forward to your arrival. Pei Buqi and the others had arranged to attend the gathering of that mysterious white fairy.
Having embarked on the path of enlightenment, one naturally desires to broaden one's horizons, and attending gatherings might provide some useful information.
Therefore, it is definitely worthwhile to attend this gathering.
After reaching the Wandering Soul Realm, Granny Tianjing can no longer provide support for the Daoist techniques. Furthermore, the auxiliary ingredient, Wandering Soul Guide, shows that Daoist cultivation requires even more resources than martial arts cultivation. All of these things need to be planned and prepared for in advance.
He nodded swiftly to the servant.
"Please go back and tell Brother Yan that I will definitely attend on time."
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night.
A desolate mountain outside the provincial capital suddenly became lively.
There is a large stone platform on this mountain, more than ten feet high. It is unknown whether it was formed naturally or created later.
Around this platform, a hundred or so poles were erected, each carrying an exquisitely crafted lantern, inside which were incense and candles that even ordinary wealthy families would be reluctant to use.
The candles contained some strange ingredients that emitted a unique fragrance. With just a hundred or so candles, the surrounding area was brightly illuminated, as if it were daytime.
On the platform, there were about twenty futons arranged in a semi-circle, surrounding the central futon. This futon was very well made, woven by skilled craftsmen into the shape of a lotus platform, and was three feet taller than the other futons.
Around the lanterns, there were about a dozen young men dressed as servants, wearing small hats, patrolling back and forth to guard the setup. These young men were dressed in very lowly and ordinary clothes, but when they walked, their steps were steady and powerful, and they were full of energy. Their eyes shone with a sharp light, and they were all Iron-Bone Martial Masters.
Several of them even had steel-dirty martial arts masters as leaders, overseeing everything.
These martial arts masters, who were treated as servants, came from different factions, judging from the colors and styles of their clothing. Yet, they coordinated perfectly and remained completely orderly.
From the mountaintop down, there is a rugged path, with torches placed every hundred paces along the way, extending all the way to the foot of the mountain.
Carriages and horses kept coming out of Yidu Prefecture and gradually gathered at the foot of the mountain, forming a huge swarm.
Yan Nanxing, Jin Xiangyu, Yang Silang, Pei Buqi, Zhuang Sheng, Bai Lang, Sun Shiwei, Ye Liuyun and their group each rode horses to form a procession, with carriages and horses of other attendees in front and behind them, moving slowly through the crowd.
Pei Buqi, Zhuang Sheng, and Bai Lang were all covered in dust and grime, their clothes were somewhat disheveled, and their horses were steaming with white vapor, clearly indicating that they had traveled a long way.
"Brother Pei, aren't you, Brother Zhuang, and Brother Bai too busy with their handover duties to take up new posts and unable to come?" Yang Silang asked, puzzled.
When the group gathered at Wu Kui Lou at noon, Pei, Zhuang, and Bai were not present. Everyone knew that the three of them were taking up new posts, so it was normal that they couldn't come.
Who knew that not long after they set off that night, the three of them would catch up with them on horseback.
It should be noted that the three of them belonged to different command posts. Although they were all around Yidu Prefecture, they were not close to each other. They probably set off without even having dinner.
Pei Buqi turned to look around and lowered his voice to say to Yang Silang.
"This news only broke out half a day ago; it's hardly a secret anymore!"
"This year's gathering of the White Fairy is different from previous years."
"She represents the Five Symbols Sect and is traveling the world to recruit several disciples for the sect!"
"This is a legitimate and open opportunity to cultivate the Dao; who wouldn't come?"
"If one can cultivate the Tao, then this position of deputy commander is no longer necessary!"
"Being an outer disciple in the Daoist sect offers a glimmer of hope for immortality. Isn't that better than struggling in the mortal world?"
Zhuang Sheng and Bai Lang nodded vigorously, clearly agreeing with Pei Buqi's statement.
Even Yan Nanxing and Jin Xiangyu showed expressions of envy and longing.
Yang Silang noticed that the two commanders, Sun Shiwei and Ye Liuyun, looked somewhat calm. Perhaps these two were too old and had given up on their cultivation.
"Look around..." Pei Buqi pointed to the front and back of the line, "Quite a few people have heard this news..."
"Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many people here today, more than twice as many as in previous years!"
The gathering of the White Fairy suddenly turned from a networking session into a Dragon Gate session.
Connections are ethereal and intangible, and their usefulness is uncertain; but the opportunity to leap over the dragon gate is right in front of us, and who wouldn't want to be that lucky one?
No wonder it attracts so many people.
Yang Silang remained silent. He was now a rogue cultivator who would be killed if exposed. He was content to just stand on the sidelines and watch the gathering.
Well……
In the future, I still need to find a way to clear my name. If I have the opportunity to infiltrate those major sects, I can cultivate the Dao openly and honestly.
It took half an hour.
The group finally reached the top of the mountain.
They built an archway made of flowers on the mountaintop.
Two old, grimy martial arts masters from prestigious families, still dressed as servants, stood at the gate, checking the information of each visitor.
Among Yan Nanxing's group, only Yang Silang was a stranger, but with Yan Nanxing's guarantee, they were allowed to pass.
Yang Silang noticed that there were dozens of people outside the flower gate who were blocked from entering. They probably learned about the gate through other channels but had no acquaintances to introduce them, so they could only look at the flower gate in vain.
As soon as he entered the flower gate, he heard a commotion behind him.
"I am also a disciple of the Huang family, why can't I enter?" A young man in brocade robes argued with the gatekeeper, his face flushed. "You're nothing but an old dog of the Huang family, when did you dare to stop your master?"
"Don't you even respect the rules of hierarchy and respect for superiors?"
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