Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 259 Cave Heaven
"Besides, the most important thing now is to see my master."

"...If there are any hidden health problems after recovery, early detection and treatment are possible."

As they spoke, they walked along the stone bridge in the pond.

Li Qingfeng turned his head and looked at the yellow-robed Taoist priest who was scanning his surroundings, seemingly unsure of what he was about to do.

His worried gaze lingered briefly on her head, but seeing that she hadn't paid any attention to the meaning behind his words, he lowered his eyes and let out a long sigh of relief.

He then pushed off with his feet, his figure instantly transforming into a blur as he leaned forward, lifting the restless Yang Ping upside down.

At this moment, the other party, already in mid-air, finally reacted, thrashing about and shouting:

"Huh!? I know! I'm not jumping into the pool! I'm just curious! I'm not crazy, please put me down!"

However, Li Qingfeng had no intention of paying any attention to the other party at this moment.

I originally thought that since it was the other party's first time visiting my place, I should be more patient as a host and to show some hospitality.

Unexpectedly, the other party, who was already somewhat eccentric before the injury, now appeared to be terminally ill after recovering from the injury.

This made Li Qingfeng wonder if his incredibly powerful master had accidentally made a mistake and forgotten to fix his brain.

Of course, a large part of the reason is that they are genuinely fed up with it.

Along the way, they would ask questions about everything they saw, from suspended blocks to springs flowing out of nowhere, and even the white paving stones under their feet.

I didn't ask so many questions when I first came here...

They secretly grumbled to themselves that with Li Qingfeng carrying them this time, their speed immediately increased significantly.

With a few leaps, they crossed the jade bridge over the pond covered with lotus leaves and arrived at the gate of a towering palace.

At first glance, there were no doors, only a thin layer of bluish-green mist that had been seen from high above.

As Li Qingfeng stepped forward, he vanished as if his identity had been confirmed.

Stepping into the hall, one sees a high-hanging dome, with rows of neat, angular columns radiating a warm, luminous white light.

On the left and right sides were enormous silver-white alchemy furnaces, making the two of them appear as tiny as ants as they walked among them.

Yang Ping, who was being swung around in the air, looked at all this and couldn't help but shut his mouth.

Looking at the alchemy furnaces that passed by along the way, even just the legs at the bottom were as thick as two people could hug.

Walking directly below, you even have to look up to see the blazing fire burning fiercely in a gap in the center of the bulging furnace.

What attracted his attention even more was the faint sound of a pipa and a mournful cry emanating from the flames. As the flames surged, he could even see some huge, strange shadows twisting and flying.

"...What...are these things?"

Puzzled, Yang Ping muttered to himself. But the very next moment, a gentle, ethereal voice suddenly echoed in his mind:

"Hehe~ These are some great demons and evil spirits that our sect has subdued over thousands of years. They are imprisoned here and refined in a furnace. When the spiritual energy is depleted, they can supply the array and the cave for operation."

"Nowadays, it's really not very useful."

After hearing the meaning behind the words, Yang Ping raised his head with a confused expression and looked at Li Qingfeng, who was holding him.

As they looked at each other, it was clear that the other person had also heard the words that had rang directly in their mind, but they showed no surprise or astonishment whatsoever, as if they were already used to it.

"It's my master."

Noticing his puzzled expression, Li Qingfeng quickly followed up with a brief explanation:
"I've been learning the art of sound transmission recently. Once mastered, it can be used to transmit sound even when separated by thousands of miles. It's not as convenient as communication within the bureau, but it won't be easily interfered with like when we landed on the island before."

Upon hearing this, Yang Ping nodded somewhat blankly, and then felt a lightness behind him, as if his feet were firmly planted on the ground.

Amidst the confusion, Li Qingfeng's voice drifted over:
"We've arrived. You can walk now."

Upon hearing this, Yang Ping couldn't help but turn his head to look.

They discovered that they had unknowingly left the area of ​​the giant alchemy furnace and arrived at a secluded Taoist temple with lush green grass and swaying bamboo shadows.

From where the two stood, a spotless white expanse stretched straight into the distance.

If Yang Ping hadn't been able to see the dome and lampposts inside the main hall when he looked back, he would have found it hard to believe that this garden was actually an indoor building.

Upon entering, one can even see some birds running around inside.

As they drew closer, the two slowed their pace.

Turning past a bamboo grove that resembles a screen, a simple wooden pavilion comes into view.

A white-haired figure dressed in a plain moon-white Taoist robe was lifting a small pot of boiling water from a nearby stove and pouring it into a teacup in front of him, clearly having been waiting for a long time.

Li Qingfeng was the first to step forward, standing outside the courtyard, he bowed slightly with both hands clasped.

"Disciple greets Master. Yang Ping has been brought here!"

"Hmm~"

Looking at his young apprentice, Lü Gu placed the teapot back in its place, nodded slightly, and then turned his gaze to the somewhat timid figure in yellow robes:

"We've met several times, so there's no need to be so reserved. Please come forward."

The gentle voice that came through eased Yang Ping's tension slightly, but he still looked somewhat embarrassed.

However, glancing up at the white-haired Taoist priest sitting behind the stone table, smiling at him, he still steeled himself and shuffled over in small steps:
"...Um, this humble Taoist has met the Immortal Wuwei..."

For some reason, perhaps because the legends about the person in front of him were too terrifying, Yang Ping couldn't help but feel nervous, even though it wasn't the first time he had met him.

However, this cannot be blamed on him. Now, anyone who has heard of him can be randomly selected.

Apart from Li Qingfeng himself, who is the disciple, probably no one else could calmly face this situation.

Inside the courtroom, Lü Gu was quite familiar with the young man in front of him, whose face was full of nervousness and whose speech was somewhat stammering.

Ignoring the other person's lapse in composure, he smiled and gestured towards the table and chairs in front of him.

"Alright, don't be shy, come and sit down. I found some new ways to brew tea on this voyage, come and try them out."

The latter part of these words was naturally addressed to Li Qingfeng, who was standing to the side.

Given Lü Gu's current status, his words carried considerable weight. Upon hearing this, the two stepped directly into the wooden pavilion and each chose a stone bench.

Having already experienced this, Li Qingfeng simply picked up the teapot beside him, poured a cup for himself and Yang Ping, and then sat down.

Once everyone was seated and no one spoke, Lü Gu broke the silence first.

His calm, still eyes looked at Yang Ping sitting opposite him. A brilliant light flashed in his eyes for a moment, then he nodded and slowly spoke:
"Not bad, you've recovered very well and your foundation hasn't been damaged. It's like a cleansing of your marrow and bones, which will slightly improve your future cultivation."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Ping, who had been on tenterhooks, suddenly relaxed.

This feeling reminded him of the time he went to the hospital to see the old Chinese medicine doctor.

Being stared at by those calm, still eyes gives you a feeling that you could be judged at any moment.

However, compared to the old Chinese medicine doctor, the person in front of him was more than a hundred times more imposing.

A furrowed brow meant that life or death was uncertain; Yang Ping guessed that even finding his master in the Netherworld might be a problem.

Fortunately, everything went smoothly. With the life-or-death crisis over, the anxiety that had been weighing on my mind finally subsided.

During this brief time together, the initial tension subsided, and the suppressed thoughts began to stir again.

Sitting on the stone bench, his eyes swept from the table in front of him to the pillars of the wooden pavilion beside him, and then looked out to the empty, desolate pond where fish swam.

For a moment, the small wooden pavilion fell silent, with only the sound of teacups and boiling water remaining.

Lu Gu took a sip of the tea, which was said to be a royal secret, and admired the picturesque scenery around him, which he had expanded and decorated in his spare time. He enjoyed the tranquility of this moment while slacking off.

He naturally noticed Yang Ping sitting across the table, peeking curiously with his eyes, but sitting upright.

Seeing the conflicted look on the other person's face, he understood that the other person dared not speak rashly because of him, as a senior.

Lu Gu also found it amusing, smiled, put down his teacup, and spoke slowly:
"Ask whatever you want to ask. It's not good to keep things bottled up inside."

Upon hearing this, Yang Ping realized that he had been too obvious and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

However, he still nodded obediently, slightly raising his head to look at the massive pillars of the distant hall that seemed to pierce the clouds.

He voiced his doubts:

"Actually, it's nothing. I'm just a little curious about where this is."

"When I first regained consciousness, I thought I had been brought back to the mountain gate by my seniors, but now, judging from the scale of this journey, it doesn't seem like something a single mountain could contain..."

He spoke slowly, clearly carefully choosing his words, but he was also laying bare his biggest doubts.

However, this question did not surprise Lü Gu, and without much thought, he simply smiled and answered:
"Oh? It's normal to have this question."

"It seems that Qingfeng has not told you yet that this place is not the present world, but a secret realm that is separated from the universe and forms its own world."

"It is one of the few remaining treasures of my mortal world that can be considered precious after the spiritual energy has been extinguished." Upon hearing this, Yang Ping was taken aback.

Her forced composure crumbled instantly, and she turned and glanced around. Finally, her gaze pierced through a magnificent window in the distance, reaching the churning clouds on the horizon.

It was only after this topic was brought up that I suddenly realized that what was said was indeed true; it was indeed a closed space.

Previously, I had been prejudiced and assumed it was a mountain gate or Taoist temple. I simply thought the swirling clouds at the horizon were a natural phenomenon caused by the high altitude or the season, and I overlooked them.

Looking at it now, this ridiculously large complex of palaces, pavilions, and towers does indeed seem quite different from the normal world.

After looking around, Yang Ping, unable to hide his shock, sat up straight again, muttering to himself:

"...So that's how it is, so this is a grotto-heaven... It's so vast, it could probably be considered a small town..."

After the initial shock, Yang Ping lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment before quickly accepting everything.

He considered the strength of the immortal in front of him, and coupled with what he had just said about the foundation left behind by an ancient immortal sect, it made sense. Or rather, it would be abnormal if it wasn't so spectacular and awe-inspiring.

Thinking to himself, Yang Ping nodded affirmatively.

However, just as he was pondering this, his movements suddenly stopped. After the initial shock subsided, the hidden information in those words suddenly surfaced.

Grotto-heavens, the foundation of a sect, the reasons for the decline of a sect, the extinction of spiritual energy?!

This is not hard to understand. Since the rise of spiritual energy, Yang Ping, as a core member of the Special Operations Bureau who has been consistently at the top of the information terminal page, has naturally seen a lot of analysis and speculation from various think tanks.

There are related speculations about the revival of spiritual energy, or the fluctuations of the spiritual energy cycle, and the reasons for the decline of the extraordinary realm. The extinction of spiritual energy is also easy to understand.

The reason for his dramatic emotional fluctuations was that he suddenly realized that the person in front of him had personally experienced at least one instance of spiritual energy annihilation.

For extraordinary individuals, losing spiritual energy is like a fish out of water. How did they manage to survive such a long period of time and foresee the patterns of such events?

This is a question that will affect the future of almost everyone in the country, and it seems that some answers can be known in advance.

Thinking of these things, Yang Ping felt his chest heaving violently, and his heart pounding like a drum.

He struggled to suppress all of this before looking again with excited eyes at the white-haired Taoist priest sitting across the table, smiling silently.

However, despite opening and closing his mouth several times, he ultimately failed to utter the question in his heart, as reason suddenly roused him at the last moment, stopping the words that were about to come out.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that what he needed to ask was the reason for the decline of his sect, or even its sore spot.

Now that only Immortal Wuwei and his newly accepted disciple Li Qingfeng remain, their experience is probably even tragic, and it's not something to be asked about no matter how you look at it.

But this information was so important that Yang Ping's expression changed repeatedly as he hesitated to speak, looking extremely conflicted.

This obvious change in expression was naturally noticeable to everyone else present.

Lu Gu, who had deliberately stirred up the conversation, naturally understood the reason behind the other party's current expression.

Without waiting for the other party to come to a conclusion, he raised his hand and flicked a purifying effect similar to MC Milk onto the other party's face.

Yang Ping, who was so conflicted that he almost wanted to scratch his face, suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of comfort and ease flowing from the top of his head throughout his entire body.

It felt as if my whole being had been cleansed and refreshed from the inside out, my mind was clear and my agitation disappeared.

He was so comfortable that he half-closed his eyes, and only after all of this subsided in an instant did he realize what was happening.

He looked up and saw the Immortal Wuwei smiling and nodding at him.

Then a faint, peaceful voice came from behind:

"It's alright, I know what you want to ask, it's not impossible."

As he spoke, he raised his hand, and immediately there was a misty, gauze-like thing in his palm, which seemed to be gathered from the surrounding air.

At the same time, an explanatory statement was made:
"Spiritual energy is the foundation of heaven and earth, and the universe is the nest of spiritual energy."

"The innate is divided into two energies, pure and turbid, which are based on the Five Elements to form heaven and earth, and transform heaven and earth and all things. The acquired is all within the Five Elements."

“Cultivating immortality and absorbing spiritual energy is to trace back to the source, taking the body as the boundary, going against the beginning of heaven and earth, which is to go against the current to become an immortal, and to follow the current to become a mortal.”

As he spoke, Lü Gu glanced around and met the somewhat confused looks of the two people across the stone table.

Not surprised, she smiled and pointed to the crystal-clear pond beside her:

"But spiritual energy is limited, just like the plants in this pond, which are lush in their prime and wither in their off-season, and so is the world."

“And cultivators are like fish and shrimp in a pond; no matter what path they follow, they cannot escape this fundamental principle.”

“And the grotto-heaven is like the common people who harvest millet in autumn, build granaries to store grain, and survive the cold winter. The same principle applies to cultivators.”

At this point, Lü Gu picked up the teacup on the table, took a small sip, tilted his head slightly upward to look at the dome of the hall, his gaze deep, and his tone tinged with a sigh:

"Ah... All things in this world cannot transcend this principle. Mortals freeze to death in the wind and snow, and cultivators will also die in annihilation."

"..."

As time went on, the conversation deepened.

Within the cave, time seemed to stand still, maintaining a perpetually warm and bright atmosphere like early morning.

On the small stove that burns without fire, the teapots seem endless.

As the conversation continued, cups of fragrant, emerald-green tea were poured out one after another, yet the amount remained unchanged.

One by one, the laws of nature and the secrets of spiritual energy, whether already known or yet unknown, are revealed in detail.

Yang Ping listened with rapt attention, feeling as if the mysterious and unpredictable extraordinary world, shrouded in veil, had suddenly become clear.

My brain was working at full capacity to memorize, and in the end, I even had to stick a few talismans on my forehead to keep myself calm.

Yang Ping felt as if the sermon had lasted a very long time, yet it also felt as if only a moment had passed…

However, it was described as a conversation.

But overall, it's still a question-and-answer session, like a senior answering a junior's questions.

As soon as Lü Gu finished explaining, Li Qingfeng and Yang Ping pondered for a long time with expressions of sudden realization.

From Lü Gu's perspective, he simply throws out a setting and gains a string of points.

This feeling of mentoring a new Minecraft player is quite enjoyable, especially when the newcomer has a strong desire to explore and learn.

Lu Gu couldn't even remember the last time he happily mentored a newbie, but upon closer examination, it seemed that all of this could be considered as him teaching the world how to play Minecraft.

It feels like they've achieved something incredible.

However, it wasn't entirely out of boredom. Explaining some mystical aspects of the game was a way of spreading knowledge about its rules and laying the foundation for future developments.

However, pleasant conversations are always short-lived.

Just as Yang Ping and Li Qingfeng looked up from their deep thoughts, their eyes gleaming, as if they had figured it out, and were about to ask questions again.

Sudden.

"Om - hum -"

An untimely ringtone sounded.

Everyone present possessed cultivation and keen senses, and they immediately turned their attention to Yang Ping, who remained frozen in his seat.

Realizing what was happening, Lü Gu remained silent and withdrew the time slowdown that had been enveloping them.

At that moment, however, he was clearly too preoccupied to notice any of this and was simply feeling embarrassed.

"Huh? Haha... There's still a signal in this cave? That's quite unexpected, isn't it?"

Meeting his gaze, Yang Ping could only speak dryly, but after a while, the ringing showed no sign of stopping.

Lu Gu, who noticed his appearance, found it amusing, but still managed to maintain his persona.

He simply smiled faintly and spoke slowly:
"Nature does have signals, science is really interesting~ I studied and pondered it some time ago."

"Nowadays, even in a small, self-contained cave, the formations I set up can still transmit without any problems."

After speaking, Lü Gu raised his hand and gestured for him to proceed.

This made Yang Ping extremely embarrassed, wishing he could find a place to crawl into immediately.

However, with the immortal senior Lü Gu present, he could only suppress his shame and indignation, grit his teeth, and take out the communicator from his pocket.

Looking at the avatar of the overweight old man on the screen, I pressed the call button:
"Beep-beep-"

"crooked…"

"...Director Tan Hui, it would be best if a truly peerless demon appeared, otherwise... um?"

(End of this chapter)