Immortal Creation.

Chapter 726 "Pine Waves Qi Cultivation Exercise"

Banji clutched his heart and gasped for breath for a long time before calming himself down.

But his somber, icy expression remained unchanged.

His plans were severely disrupted!

He subconsciously looked up at the sky, sensing a deeper layer of mystery and malice regarding the human calamity.

“That beaded creature is a member of the Myriad Manifestations Sect, yet this outsider, Lady Spider Silk, dared to lay a hand on it.”

"Even if it's just seduction, once discovered, the consequences are dire! If Che Zhuzi realizes it, it would be perfectly reasonable for him to kill Pan Si Niangzi directly."

"This guy is incredibly audacious!"

Banji felt regret.

"These kinds of demonic cultivators, even if they know the rules of the Myriad Manifestations Sect, their understanding is only superficial. They don't know how to grasp the details and the proper measure at all!"

“If the case comes to light and the investigation leads to me, I will also suffer serious consequences.”

"hateful."

Banji clenched his fists.

He must seek the best course of action for the worst-case scenario.

Once the Spider Woman is captured, he can't expect her to keep quiet for him; the most likely scenario is that she will implicate him.

In short, don't expect demonic cultivators to have any bottom line.

"In fact, even if the Spider Woman was killed, there is no shortage of methods for searching souls in the world."

"no!"

"I must distance myself from this matter as soon as possible..."

Ban Ji frowned deeply, and thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a chill from the deepest part of his heart.

Obviously, if he were to completely sever ties with the four demonic cultivators now, he would not be able to get back the large sum of money he had spent, and he would also be unable to use this method to restrain and entangle Ning Zhuo.

"Is this the tribulation of humanity? Am I forced to confront it proactively?"

"No!"

Ban Ji's expression hardened: "All I need to do is cut ties with the Spider Woman and immediately sign additional contracts with the other three to prevent them from breaking the unspoken rules and then trying to pin the blame on me if something goes wrong."

"But no matter what, you can't touch the beads."

Banji knew very well that if he insisted on carrying out the original plan, the consequences could be quite serious!
Even if Ning Zhuo didn't participate, once the Wanxiang Sect investigated and found out that Ban Ji was the mastermind behind Pan Si Niangzi, and that he had ultimately passed the Xingyun Xiaoshi of Chezhuzi and gained actual benefits.

What will the Myriad Manifestations Sect think?
Banji was perfectly clear: according to the style of Wanxiang Sect, he would definitely be severely punished!

"Void Spider Silk, my Void Spider Silk..."

Banji sighed inwardly, but had no choice but to reluctantly give up.

He felt extremely frustrated because Ning Zhuo hadn't made a move this time, and the real obstacle was himself!
When Ning Zhuo woke up, all her fatigue had vanished, and she felt refreshed.

"My soul is composed of the souls of a million people, and my physical body has undergone numerous cultivations, almost to the point of completely bearing the souls of a million people!"

The power of the soul and the body was revealed at this moment.

All the previous efforts and hard work have paid off.

Ning Zhuo was only able to review his performance now that he had been in such poor condition.

"This time, I used almost every means at my disposal to learn, and the results were quite good."

"I understand the structure of the twelve spiral tendons in the 'Demonic Bloodstained Tendon Technique,' which is more energy-efficient than the basic condensation method and can increase strength by at least 30%."

Ning Zhuo finally tore through the fog surrounding the "Demonic Bloodstained Tendon Technique," revealing its true nature.

"Hanging one's head from the beam can clear away distracting thoughts. Pricking one's thigh with an awl can generate penetrating ideas and help overcome learning difficulties."

"When one's spiritual energy is exhausted, one can passively consume literary style to generate wisps of literary energy, which nourish the upper dantian and prolong the learning time."

"The pages of the Luoshu book are like an abacus that always makes the right calculations, ensuring that every result and direction I make is correct."

"The combination of bitter ink and suggestive brushstrokes amplifies their power and subtlety. It brings me a higher level of hidden knowledge beyond words and pictures, which I can quickly grasp."

"The drawback is that bitterness remains in the Shenhai Dantian."

"What a pity. If I had the original copy of the 'Demon-Stained Blood Tendon Technique' left by the Three Masters, the combination of bitter ink and the brush of understanding would have an extremely strong effect."

"The text I am studying now is just something I personally copied into the jade slip."

Even a Golden Core cultivator who practices the Demon-Stained Blood Tendon Technique can make a better jade slip than Ning Zhuo could make himself.

Because other people's understanding will always differ from their own.

With the combination of the ideographic brush and the bitter ink, Ning Zhuo was able to obtain this implied meaning through the original work.

"What a pity!"

"The Three Masters once left behind an authentic copy of the 'Demon-Stained Blood Tendon Technique,' which is a genuine scripture!"

"As a result, without my knowledge, it became a precious material for refining Yuan Dasheng."

The meaning contained in the true scriptures is not just ordinary profound meaning, but true meaning.

Cultivators can absorb the true meaning and directly comprehend the various mysteries of the techniques in the true scriptures, which is very convenient.

This also means that the true scriptures are extremely valuable, very few cultivators can create them, and they are almost never circulated in the market.

Ning Zhuo subconsciously twirled his fingers, deducing the entire review process to its conclusion.

“Wen Feng’s writing style also helped a lot.”

"It's a pity I can't also study Confucianism, otherwise you could transform your writing style into even more and higher-quality literary works!"

“From small things we can see great things, and we can see the great advantage that Confucian scholars have in learning this area.”

"Therefore, this 'Pine Waves Qi Cultivation Exercise' is a must-learn."

"In addition, although Songtaosheng allows me to absorb the essence of the pine trees on the mountain at any time, this behavior may seem to have an advantage on the surface, but the actual cost may be greater."

Free things are always the most expensive!
"Therefore, I still have to find pine trees myself and plant them to strive for self-sufficiency."

This concludes the debriefing.

Ning Zhuo summoned the old cook, gave him a Ghost Dao Golden Pill, and sent him out to purchase pine trees, as well as related cultivation materials and tools.

"Writing style is so important; it is an essential element for my future spiritual practice."

"Why not just choose an empty cabin in the vast dragon-shaped waterway and plant a pine tree there?"

Several months later, after Lingyin Liu, Ning Zhuo began constructing Wanli Youlong again.

Ning Zhuo took out the jade slip containing the Songtao Qi Cultivation Exercise.

"Without a doubt, this is a reward specially designed for me by the Confucian scholars. However, my performance this time should not have made things difficult for them."

This is also Ning Zhuo subtly demonstrating his sincerity in cooperation!

Ning Zhuo sat cross-legged like a pine tree.

On the table before him, the brush lay still like a dragon in hibernation, and the bitter ink in the inkstone was as deep and dark as a frozen night. Inside the Shuyu Studio, Sun Lingtong sat upright before the water vortex array, her eyes shining with spiritual light as she saw the pages of the Luoshu, allowing Ning Zhuo to share in the profound power of the Dao artifact.

He took a deep breath, his gaze as deep and unwavering as an ancient pool.

"Hanging one's head from the rafters!"

His mind trembled, his hair felt like it was being bound by a rope, his scalp felt tight, and all sorts of distracting thoughts in his mind were swept away like dust.

"Prick your thigh with an awl!"

The wooden awl pierced my thigh, and the sharp pain was like a red-hot iron rod penetrating my bone marrow!
My mind and spirit were instantly taut like a bowstring.

Sharp thoughts arose one after another.

Ning Zhuo slowly stretched out his arm and reached out to pick up the brush. He understood the meaning of the brush touching the bitter ink, and the warm sheen of the brush and the deep, dark ink intertwined.

The pen tip was fully dipped in the heavy, mercury-like dark brown ink, and with Ning Zhuo's clumsy strokes, it fell heavily onto the paper.

Ning Zhuoxian wrote the general outline of "Songtao Qigong".

"The universe possesses a righteous spirit, which manifests itself in various forms. Pine and cypress trees are endowed with strength and resilience, and their spirit is revealed in the cold of winter..."

The pen tip falls, moving with difficulty across the paper.

For Ning Zhuo, the style of Confucian cultivation methods was unfamiliar, and as a beginner, it was difficult to compare to a lame person climbing a mountain.

The words were difficult and obscure, and the language was archaic. Information such as "righteousness," "flowing form," and "vigor" came in a chaotic and overwhelming manner, making it difficult for Ning Zhuo to grasp the key points.

The meaning conveyed by the brushstrokes is in stark contrast to Ning Zhuo's understanding.

It is continuous, but overall it is vague.

Ning Zhuo had a vague feeling about it, but he wasn't in a hurry, knowing that this was just the beginning of his accumulation.

This is only the first attempt at copying.

The stagnation of the ink is particularly strong. Writing each character requires a great deal of effort, as if wading through a swamp, with the mind and spirit suffocated by the heavy "bitterness".

Fortunately, Ning Zhuo was good at enduring hardship and had great tenacity. He forced himself to memorize the words and phrases, giving it his all.

The text of "Songtao Yangqigong" is not long. After Ning Zhuo completed the first copy, he gained a lot, but he was also very tired.

He closed his eyes and sat in meditation for a long time before slowly opening them and beginning the second round.

In the passage about Wen Song, which reads, "Wen Song emits a clear sound, as if reciting the classics of the ancients. Its aura rises in a misty haze, and its color is as clear as jade...", Ning Zhuo's accumulated thoughts have undergone a qualitative change from quantitative change.

The brushstrokes have become somewhat "clear and melodious," the heaviness of the ink remains, but the brushstrokes in the imitation are more resolute.

Ning Zhuo's understanding reached a new level: "The so-called wind of pine waves is the mixture and rhythm of qi."

When he wrote the passage in "The Story of Wu Song," he wrote, "Wu Song shook his metal staff, as if one could hear the sound of war drums. His aura was chilling, and his color was as black as iron..."

The brushstrokes conveyed a distinctly different "meaning," making Ning Zhuo seem to see pine branches dancing wildly in the howling wind, like warriors brandishing their weapons! A scene of raging pine waves and the imagery of golden armor and iron horses.

His understanding went a step further: "Literary spirit, martial spirit... literary and martial spirit share the same origin but flow in different directions!"

After finishing the second round of copying, Ning Zhuo had half the rest time he had before.

This is the third time I've copied it.

One passage reads: "Cultivate the mind through literature, and refine the body through martial arts. When mind and body complement each other, the Way can be achieved."

At that instant, Sun Lingtong, far away in Shuyu Zhai, seemed to see the pages of the Luoshu Book tremble slightly!
The Luo Shu provided Ning Zhuo with the most accurate deduction, which deepened Ning Zhuo's understanding once again: "A fierce force needs a flexible heart to control it, and a flexible heart also needs a fierce will to support it! Just like the pine and cypress, the branches and trunks are strong and can withstand wind and snow (martial arts), while the pine needles are flexible and can remain evergreen throughout the four seasons (literary arts)!"

"So, the core essence of this technique is the mutual support between hearts!"

At this point, Ning Zhuo finally had his first personal, albeit vague, understanding of the core essence of Songtao Qigong.

The pen tip came to a difficult stop at the line "With righteousness within, what fear is there of fleeting life?"

The third attempt at copying is complete!
Ning Zhuo slowly put down his pen, his face pale, his body and mind utterly exhausted. Only now did the stinging pain in his legs become clear, and he was drenched in cold sweat.

The writing style that had originally permeated his entire being was completely exhausted during the second attempt at copying it.

The paper was soaked in bitter ink and destroyed in one fell swoop.

His thigh was covered in blood and gore.

My scalp ached, and many broken hairs were scattered around me.

“The ‘moistening’ of literary spirit, the ‘sharpening’ of martial spirit, the ‘stillness’ of mind, the ‘movement’ of body… It turns out that the sound of the pine trees, the heavens and earth, and even the human being are all contained within the two words ‘cultivating qi’, operating endlessly according to the principle of mutual support between strength and gentleness.”

Ning Zhuo closed his eyes and seemed to hear the sound of the pine trees on the mountain that day.

The sound of the waves had changed in his heart. It was no longer just a sound, but a grand symphony containing vibrant life and revealing the ultimate truths of heaven and earth.

With a feeling of joy, Ning Zhuo went straight to sleep this time.

When he woke up, he was full of energy again.

"This kind of learning method is not something that ordinary people can endure."

"Fortunately, I have enough resources!"

"The paper is not good, which is a weakness. Otherwise, the brush and ink could have provided more help."

Ning Zhuo did not attempt to solve the problem himself.

He had a feeling that the Confucian scholars of the Myriad Manifestations Sect might be able to help him overcome this weakness in the next Xingyun Trial.

"First came the brushstrokes that conveyed meaning, then the ink that conveyed bitterness..."

"The Songtao Qigong might have been a last-minute gift from Songtao Sheng to me."

"The writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone... were most likely produced in this order."

Let's wait and see.

Ning Zhuo got up, walked out of the cave, and headed to the Songshan Confucian Temple.

The mountain peak had long been protected by a magic array, preventing outsiders from entering, but Ning Zhuo was able to pass through without hindrance.

When he arrived at the Confucian Temple, he found its doors wide open and the interior empty.

Ning Zhuo returned to his previous position and attempted to activate the "Pine Waves Qi Cultivation Technique." His Five Elements magical power was not compatible with this technique; it required more effort to achieve the same power as Confucian magical power.

Ning Zhuo absorbed the prevailing trend and incorporated it into his own life.

This time, it's not just about literary style, but also martial style.

"I can absorb more writing styles more easily and with far less mana!"

"It turns out that this Confucian temple also provides corresponding blessings for me to practice Confucian cultivation techniques."

Ning Zhuo discovered this secret and realized that the convenience Song Taosheng had given him was more than just words.

He secretly kept this gratitude in his heart.

"If I study here, will I also receive the blessings of the Confucian Temple?"

Ning Zhuo acted on his idea immediately, but he had only just begun when he felt an invisible force pushing him out the door.

Although the force was gentle and small, Ning Zhuo went with it and walked out of the Confucian Temple.

The gates of the Confucian Temple closed behind him.

Ning Zhuo was definitely not the Spider Woman. He had always been a righteous person since childhood, and he immediately understood the proper boundaries.

"It seems that making it easier for me to collect pine breezes is already the limit for these Confucian scholars."

“If I study in the Confucian Temple, I will break the limit and involve Confucian scholars.”

"Since they don't want to do it this way, I can't force them."

By now, Ning Zhuo and the Confucian scholar group have a very good working relationship and feel very comfortable with each other, so naturally he doesn't want to ruin it.

Ning Zhuo left the mountain and returned to his cave, where he received the latest intelligence.

"Is Qinghuangzi going to hold a second trial?"

"Hmm... We need to prepare the Yuan Yin Bamboo Puppet in advance."

“Every reed component in the ‘Book of Vowel Reeds’ must be made.”

"It's not difficult!"

Ning Zhuo immediately focused his attention on this matter.

Qinghuangzi's initial foray into Xingyun is different from others. His aim is to pass on the tradition, and its value is undoubtedly the highest at present.

(End of this chapter)