I built the Jade Capital with the Netherworld

Chapter 137: Ran Zhen Dao ascends to the second rank

Hezhentang, an old branch of the Fangzhong sect in Shannan Road, has a long history and profound heritage. Brothels under its name are spread across major counties. Except for low-class prostitutes, it almost monopolizes the brothel business in Shannan Road.

Under the cover of night, half of the brightly lit places in the city are Hezhentang’s properties.

Pink lanterns, glazed jade cups, plump and slender women, lingering sorrows...interweaving to create ferocious shadows.

Lu Wujiu, transformed into a shadow, shuttled through cities, lighting ghost fires that devoured people's hearts.

One day later, he stepped out of Shannan Road and ordered:
"Go to Nanyang, Huanxitang."

Dan Qingzi, who had regained control of Guangxuan's human skin, could not help but say:
"Sir, are we not going to look for those on the list?"

In the empty shell beneath the painted skin, the lingering sound echoed in the cavity:
"Look for it, but not now."

Dan Qingzi was stunned. As a spirit being, he could not understand Lu Wujiu's words and actions.

Full of doubts, he could only continue to execute the "automatic pathfinding" function. It seemed like a boring task, but it was so interesting because it was the first time he had a body.

There is a bright moon in the mountains and a gentle breeze on the river. If Lu Wujiu hadn't been calling out from time to time, it would have been considered a scenic trip.

For more than ten days, Dan Qingzi traveled almost all over the Nine Dao areas and "visited" all the major branches of the Fangzhong Sect one by one.

At the same time, Lu Wujiu was not idle either. Relying on the nourishment of the innate Yuanqi, his cultivation in the Dao of Ran Zhen continued to rise.

When he reached Jiannan Road, he had already reached the great perfection of Jiazi.

At this point, there is no further progress.

At this time, Lu Wujiu still had plenty of pills in his hands, so he simply started practicing Chunyang Swordsmanship.

When Dan Qingzi left Jiannan Dao, Lu Wujiu had also advanced the Pure Yang Sword Dao to thirty years of practice. The Pure Yang Qi in his Dantian was surging endlessly, and a casual sword strike from him was better than a full-strength attack from a magic sword.

"It is worthy of being one of the most powerful Dao veins in Xuanmen!"

Lu Wujiu secretly praised in his heart. If he didn't need to conceal his identity, the training resources that were swindled from the room should have been used to cultivate the Pure Yang Sword Dao.

Even if he cannot reach the second level, the power of the sword energy exerted by Jiazi's great perfection should not be underestimated.

Now that resources are exhausted, we have no choice but to look for other ways.

Thinking of this, Lu Wujiu's gaze once again fell on Ran Zhendao, which was a temporary solution.

This method has been perfected for sixty years, and only the finishing touch is left. How about... give it a try?
The ritual of ascending the steps of the Ranzhen Dao is the way of "painting the false as true".

To be honest, he is not good at painting. He can hardly draw a horse, so how can he make a fake one look real?
As his thoughts wandered, Lu Wujiu simply asked Dan Qingzi:
"Danqingzi, do you know how Ran Zhenzong reached the second rank?"

Dan Qingzi, who was busy on his way, suddenly heard Lu Wujiu's voice inside his body. Without thinking, he said:
"The essence of the Ranzhen ritual is to pass off the fake as the real thing. The more people who deceive, the higher the success rate of the ritual. I have never witnessed it with my own eyes, but from the remaining records, most of them follow three paths."

Lu Wujiu became interested:
"Oh, tell me carefully."

"Disciples with shallow cultivation often use a mixture of true and false methods to fill in the gaps! For example, they might create a street out of thin air in a busy street, or erect a phantom house within a building."

"If someone is highly skilled in Taoism, they can simply pass off the fake as the real thing. They often use ghosts, immortals' broken chess pieces, mountain and river monsters... to pass off fakes as real ones."

Lu Wujiu asked, "What about the third option?"

Dan Qingzi's tone was filled with longing. "It is said that when one reaches the highest level of cultivation, one can paint the fake as real. At that point, the fake will be real, and there will be no need to mistake the fake for the real. Ascending the ladder will be a matter of course."

At this point, he asked curiously, "Sir, are you going to practice the True Way?"

"That's indeed what I meant." Lu Wujiu replied casually, his attention suddenly falling on the third option mentioned by Dan Qingzi.

"If you're painting something fake to pass as real, there's no need to make it look real. So... does the human skin book count as painting something fake to pass as real?"

As his thoughts burst out, he raised his hand and the human skin book quietly emerged from his palm. The pages rustled and the whole book was blank, with no words or paintings.

Because of his existence, the cycle of words has been broken.

Lu Wujiu looked at the human skin book in silence for a while, then a drop of ink came out from his fingertips and fell on the human skin book.

“Everything in the universe is an illusion, but when the brush is put to paper, everything becomes reality!”

The ink stained the paper and spread slowly. After a while, it disappeared into the pages. In an instant, the human skin book suddenly floated up, and the hidden handwriting was revealed again, and countless Yuan Qi gushed out from the handwriting.

The howling gale instantly tore through the Black Snake Garden's rooms and destroyed the flower beds in the courtyard.

Lu Wujiu was so frightened that he quickly took the book and fled outside the Black Snake Garden.

Dan Qingzi, who was on his way, suddenly froze in his tracks. He turned his head and saw Lu Wujiu sitting cross-legged not far away. A page in front of him was madly spewing out Yuan Qi, which turned into a long rainbow rising into the sky, startling countless birds. It was like the Milky Way hanging upside down, reaching straight into the sky.

Looking closely, the light column was crystal clear and colorful, as if it had absorbed all the spiritual energy between heaven and earth. The air around it was distorted, forming circles of ripples.

Wherever the beam of light passed, the clouds were torn apart, birds flew around, and the nearby mountains seemed to be coated with a layer of silver light.

Countless mountain spirits were startled by this strange sight and came out of their caves to look into the distance.

But no one dared to approach.

The layman watches the excitement, the expert watches the details. Compared with the mountain monsters, Danqingzi, who witnessed this scene, was dumbfounded. As the spirit of the Ranzhen Sect, how could he not know what this scene meant?
The question is, is this too ridiculous?
I just asked and it’s already done?
How many days has he been practicing Ranzhen Dao?
In shock, the pillar of light that shot up into the sky was like an endless black hole, sweeping away all the vital energy of the surrounding heaven and earth, and then suddenly disappeared. It came like wind and rain, and went away like dust!

"Crash!"

The pages of the book suddenly closed with a rustling sound, gathering away the last wisp of vital energy.

If there wasn't a trace of Yuan Qi within a radius of more than ten miles, no one would have imagined that the one devouring the essence of the world was the calm book in front of them.

Looking at the human skin book again, the leather material has been completely removed, leaving only the illusory feeling that is like paper but not paper.

Lu Wujiu reached out and took the human skin book, and a sense of enlightenment grew in his heart.

The human skin book was originally created by Li You using the skin of the Bodhisattva. Since it is a fake to make it real, then all the means of "refining the fake" are just patching up the human skin book.

Then, by taking advantage of this mending, and taking the ghost officials of the underworld as hostages, and climbing the steps to be dyed with the real second armor, it can be regarded as the complementation of yin and yang.

"Congratulations, sir, for reaching the second level of the True Grade!"

Dan Qingzi approached, bowed, and looked very happy. The remaining trace of pride from Middle-earth in his heart was completely destroyed.

If Lu Wujiu was born in the Central Plains, with such talent, he would definitely be cultivated by the Ranzhen Sect as a prodigy.

"Danqing Jiangshan Tu" is not even qualified to be his spiritual weapon!

Not to mention him who is the spirit of the weapon!
Lu Wujiu put away the human skin book and smiled, saying, "We made too much noise just now. We shouldn't stay here for long. It's better to leave quickly."

As soon as the words fell, the air rippled and a communication talisman suddenly appeared.

Lu Wujiu took a look at it and a stern questioning voice came from the communication talisman: "Dugu City, what is going on with the syphilitic plague in the Nine Paths?"

(End of this chapter)