Immortals of the End Times

Chapter 2.002: A Heroic Guest Arrives at Night, The Yellow Court Inner Classic
"It's a pity it's not a method of guiding or ingesting elixirs..."

Observe the mysterious technique of communicating with the spirit world as the Yin Pearl in the sea of ​​consciousness emerges.

Zhao Wuji sighed, but he had also expected it.

Reading books about the geography of the underworld would naturally not involve the art of guiding and ingesting elixirs.

In his previous life, he had read many books about gods and monsters. He didn't know the full extent of the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiend Techniques, but he knew about half of them.

In this degenerate age, if one were to ask what techniques are suitable for embarking on the path to immortality, perhaps the methods of guiding and ingesting elixirs offer a sliver of hope.

The former can guide the flow of energy for healing and cultivation.

The latter can cultivate qi and body by consuming elixirs or beneficial substances.

Unfortunately, even though he had read a lot of medical books, none of them pointed to those two techniques.

As for other cultivation methods, he has inquired about them extensively over the past three years.

I vaguely guessed that the royal families of various countries or the Imperial Observatory, as well as those well-known powerful forces such as the Supreme Sect, the White Bone Sect, and the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion, might have cultivation methods.

"This technique of communicating with the spirits is not quite up to par, and I cannot solve it. Could it be because the 'Records of Fengdu' is missing half of its contents?"

Zhao Wuji raised his eyebrows and put down his book.

"Perhaps the Imperial Observatory did this intentionally to show their sincerity first. Only after I have performed the acupuncture will they give me the other half of the 'Fengdu Chronicle'."

Zhao Wuji thought to himself that being able to draw out the Tongyou Technique this time was already a great gain.

This technique seems to allow communication with spirits and gods, and entry and exit from the underworld, which may be beneficial to his search for immortality.

He began to combine the Yin and Yang beads that were shining brightly in his sea of ​​consciousness, releasing the Yin and Yang energies to circulate throughout his body and aid his cultivation.

The yin and yang energies released in this way are contained within the body and can be drawn back in, so they are not considered a waste and are very beneficial to the body.

It can even nourish the soul and strengthen the spirit.

Zhao Wuji guessed that the Yin and Yang energies should be the spiritual energy with Yin and Yang attributes, which can be regarded as a ray of light in the Dharma-ending Age.

Even if there is no "method" to absorb and retain it in his dantian, just having it roll around in his body from time to time is enough to make his martial arts cultivation progress by leaps and bounds.

The four kingdoms of the Great Wilderness and Southern Heaven—Qian, Yun, Xuan, and Yu—are all martial.

The martial arts manuals of ancient figures such as Zu Ti, Xiang Yu, Li Cunxiao, and Xue Rengui were gradually unearthed and promoted by several states.

Martial arts are divided into external skills and internal skills.

External training encompasses the four elements: skin, flesh, bone, and blood.

Internal cultivation consists of four realms: Qi sensation, meridian opening, physical transformation, and returning to one's true nature.

To reach the legendary Grandmaster level, one must cultivate both internal and external skills.

However, even those who reach the Grandmaster level are still just mortals with a lifespan of no more than two Jiazi (60 years), unlike the immortals who live forever.

After completing a full cycle, Zhao Wuji felt a long and deep breath in his dantian, and his spirit was full.

His martial arts cultivation level fluctuated and increased.

The Yin and Yang beads swirled in his sea of ​​consciousness, reflecting his cultivation progress for detailed observation.

"Immortal Cultivation: [None], Martial Cultivation: Meridian Opening Realm: 9 Meridians (76/100)"

The Meridian Opening Realm is the process of opening up the twelve meridians. He has now opened nine meridians and is about to break through to the tenth meridian.

After the twelve meridians are fully opened, one reaches the Grandmaster realm of internal energy transformation.

However, he was still unable to combine the Yin and Yang energies in his dantian and condense a wisp of spiritual power to achieve immortal cultivation.

Even if there is a precious pearl, there is no method for cultivating it.

In recent years, he has tried to combine the concept of condensing qi into a virgin elixir in the art of pill manipulation, using his own dantian as a furnace.

My heart burns like fire, my will is as swift as lightning.

By circulating Yin and Yang energies in the dantian, like a dragon rising and a tiger descending, one refines a spiritual elixir and embarks on the path to immortality.

Unfortunately, despite the good idea, it never came to fruition.

The path to immortality is long and arduous, and he needs many ancient books as reference materials to explore it.

"Although martial arts are not as good as immortality, they are still my means of survival and can be used to protect my path and seek immortality. I must not neglect them."

The worst thing is to have ambitions that are higher than the sky, but a life that is as fragile as paper.

Zhao Wuji calmed himself down and heard the sound of the gong outside at dawn. It turned out that he had been reading until late at night.

Seeing that the young apprentice Xiaoyue was asleep next to the medicine stove, her round little face was flushed red from the heat, and there was some drool on her pouting cherry lips.

He used to move the medicine boy to the prayer mat and cover him with bedding.

After leaving the alchemy room, they practiced their family's martial arts in the spacious small area outside.

He channeled his inner energy, his movements were ghostly and swift as a whirlwind, and he moved about with unparalleled agility.

His family's martial art, "Suspended Pot Golden Needle Skill," is an internal skill, so he did not practice external skills as well.

Even so, with his strength at the Meridian Opening Realm, his Qi flowing into the Belt Meridian, nourishing his flesh and making him incredibly strong, he could be considered a mid-level player in this world.

"who?!"

Suddenly, Zhao Wuji's extraordinary spiritual perception was triggered. His eyes flashed with a sharp light, and his ghostly figure suddenly spun in mid-air.

With a wave of his hand, the golden needle danced in the wind like a golden centipede.

A loud hissing sound arose, and a burst of golden light suddenly disappeared into the stone wall of the opposite courtyard.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The golden needles all penetrated the stone wall of the courtyard, creating sieve-like holes in the stone wall.

Two figures quickly dodged behind the courtyard wall, like two fallen leaves blown by a strong wind, and then fell back into the courtyard, revealing two figures, one tall and one thin.

"I have long heard of Zhao Jinzhen's great reputation, but I never imagined that your martial arts skills were so amazing, Dr. Zhao."

One of the tall, burly men looked surprised, clasped his hands in a fist and fist salute to Zhao Wuji, and said in a rough manner, "Dr. Zhao, we have no ill intentions. It's just that my friend is suffering from cold poison. We have come here only hoping that you, Dr. Zhao, can expel the cold poison from him. We will definitely repay you handsomely."

Zhao Wuji looked at the lean man being supported by the burly man beside him.

The other party seemed to have fallen into an ice cave, his face turning ashen, clearly caused by some kind of cold-induced technique from the martial arts world.

He was unwilling to get involved in these江湖恩怨 (jianghu grievances), and frowned while bowing.

"I don't know your background, and I don't want to cause trouble. You should go back." The thin man, though weak, threatened in a deep voice, "Dr. Zhao, although you are already a martial arts master who has opened the meridians, you are no match for my elder brother. The road of the martial world is long, why block the way?"

Zhao Wuji remained expressionless and resolute upon hearing this.

He not only possessed martial arts skills, but also had the ability to manipulate balls, which allowed him to protect himself.

Moreover, the Imperial Physician's residence is near the palace, and if a fight breaks out, the commotion will quickly attract the attention of the patrolling guards.

"Hey!" Just then, the tall and burly man stopped him, saying, "Fourth brother, you mustn't be rude to Doctor Zhao. We've come here to ask for something, so we need to be polite and not offend him."

As the man spoke, he suddenly reached into his robes, took out a scroll, and flicked it lightly. The scroll flew towards Zhao Wuji like an arrow released from a bow.

He showed off his skills once again, demonstrating his strength.

Zhao Wuji did not let his guard down and flicked his finger.

A golden needle flew out, pinning the book in mid-air, causing it to tremble and unfold. As it fell, he caught it in his hand with the golden needle, just in case it was poisoned.

The man clasped his hands and said, "I've heard that Doctor Zhao is fond of collecting rare and unusual books on alchemy. This is my sincere offer, and I will reward you handsomely afterward."

As Zhao Wuji stared intently at the words and the few lines of text in the book, the Yang Pearl in his sea of ​​consciousness began to stir and began to glow.

"The Huangting Jing is such an ancient text."

After weighing his options, he raised his hand and sent the book flying back into the man's hands.

This book is clearly a handwritten copy, not an original ancient text, and may not be able to decipher a certain earthly evil technique. It's not worth getting into trouble for it.

"Dr. Zhao"

The man took the book, his face grim.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of wind breaking in the distance. His expression changed, and he immediately grabbed the lean man beside him, left with a single sentence, and leaped away.

"Dr. Zhao, we'll meet again someday."

"Until we meet again. Is this some kind of threat?"

Zhao Wuji watched the two figures leave, his brows furrowing slightly.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came, and soon there was a knock on the outer courtyard gate.

As Zhao Wuji stepped out, he saw four constables rush in. The one in the lead, a handsome young man, was none other than his acquaintance, Nantai.

"Brother Zhao, are you alright? A few madmen from the Supreme Sect broke into the palace at night, and I saw two of them escape to your side."

Nantai looked Zhao Wuji up and down.

"A madman from the Supreme Cult?"

Zhao Wuji was surprised and immediately said, "I'm fine. Just now, two madmen came to my place and tried to force me to treat their injuries, but I refused. They just left."

As soon as he finished speaking, shouts and sounds of fierce fighting could be heard in the distance.

Nan Tai's expression changed, and he immediately led his men out, saying, "Brother Zhao, I'm leaving first. I'll meet up with my sister later."

Zhao Wuji quickly reminded him, "Those two are both quite strong, one of them might be a Transformation Master, don't be reckless!"

Seeing the group of police officers leave in a hurry, Zhao Wuji breathed a sigh of relief.

Misfortune always stems from those who insist on taking the lead.

Fortunately, he resisted the temptation and did not agree to the acupuncture.

Otherwise, even if the police captain Nantai was his future brother-in-law, he would not be able to escape punishment.

His predecessor could be considered a winner in life. As a descendant of a family of doctors, he was also engaged to Nan Zhixia, the daughter of Nan Tao, the chief minister of Xuan Kingdom.

Nan Zhixia was also a virtuous and beautiful woman, understanding and reasonable. She treated him with respect and there was nothing messy or disgusting about her.

With his brother-in-law Nan Tai being both public-spirited and enthusiastic, Zhao Wuji inherited all of this and could be considered to have won without lifting a finger. What more could he ask for?

Unfortunately, what seems readily available is often not cherished.

Zhao Wuji felt the same way; he always felt like he had suddenly found a wife who was not yet married to him, who was beautiful and understanding. It was too dreamlike.

Furthermore, it hindered his pursuit of the path to immortality, so he did not take this marriage arrangement too seriously.

At this moment, the shouts from afar grew more urgent, as if the madman was already trying to break through the encirclement.

Zhao Wuji leaped onto the roof and observed for a moment.

Seeing that things were gradually calming down in the distance, and hearing the call of the medicine boy Xiaoyue from below, he immediately jumped off the courtyard wall and decided to inquire about the situation again tomorrow.

On the other side, in the darkness of night, two figures moved like ghosts through alleys and over walls, quickly disappearing into the shadows and evading the patrolling police.

One of them said, "Fortunately, Your Highness is familiar with the patrol routes, and we have successfully evaded the pursuit. It's Protector Xu and his men who are in trouble."

A well-built man in black standing nearby said coldly, "Why did Protector Xu go to the Imperial Hospital? He didn't follow the plan. He will have to take responsibility when he reports back to the sect."

Her tone was reproachful, clearly indicating her high status.

"It was Steward Lin who was struck by a eunuch's Cold and Mist Palm technique. The chilling force penetrated his lungs and internal organs. Protector Xu said that there was a skilled physician named Zhao in the Imperial Hospital who was very good at dispelling cold with his golden needles, so..."

"Absurd!" the woman in black hissed, her beautiful eyes flashing with murderous intent. "To achieve great things, one must make sacrifices. How can one be indecisive?"

Despite her harsh words, the woman's eyes flickered with emotion. The mention of the renowned physician Zhao Wuji stirred complex feelings within her.

I both wish that this guy surnamed Zhao would just die this time, and I was also inexplicably worried.

Over the years, I've come to know him as a kind-hearted, handsome, humble, and elegant man.

According to the young apprentice who was standing next to the other party, even the young lady of the Murong family who took the initiative to throw herself into his arms was politely rejected.

If she hadn't deliberately approached him to test him, she would have suspected that he might have an illness.

"I was too heartless. He was devoted to me and loved seeking immortality. What was wrong with that..."

Thinking of that handsome face, the woman in black softened her heart again.

As for seeking immortality, with that bookish approach, how could he possibly embark on the path to immortality?

"Let's go visit them tomorrow."

She made up her mind, but her eyes turned cold as she sensed danger. "Imperial guards have come after us. Let's go. We'll gather our followers another day and then take our sacred artifact!"

"yes!".
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