Immortals of the End Times

Chapter 5 005: Ten Meridian Openings, Resources Scarce

time flies.

Four days passed, and Zhao Wuji heard no news of capturing the Supreme Cult's madman.

During the day, he held consultations at the Imperial Hospital and sometimes accepted private consultations, administering acupuncture to absorb yin energy for officials or commoners suffering from cold-related illnesses.

Or they may absorb yang energy from collected spirits and medicines.

Unfortunately, these ordinary people and things can only provide a little Yin and Yang energy, and each can only obtain a few strands.

At night, he would begin practicing the art of communicating with spirits.

Over the course of four days, he became increasingly familiar with the art of communicating with spirits, and his proficiency in the technique had risen to 13.

It is now possible to achieve a state of spiritual connection where the soul is unafraid of strong winds and the light of the setting sun.

Furthermore, his spirit and soul have also become noticeably stronger under the training of this technique.

However, with such depletion, the Yin energy is somewhat insufficient to cover the losses.

"As I learn more and more Earthly Fiend Techniques, I won't have enough Yin energy to practice them. The speed at which I acquire Yin energy is still too slow."

"It seems that besides treating common illnesses caused by cold, we need to find other channels, or perhaps the kind of malevolent energy that the Imperial Observatory Director Liu was afflicted with last time."

Zhao Wuji looked at the 1131 strands of Yin energy and 351 strands of Yang energy displayed in the Nine Yin Nine Yang Pearl and felt a headache coming on.

If the Yin-Yang Pearl only needs to accumulate ten thousand strands of Yin-Yang energy to reach perfection, he would rather not cultivate the Dharma at all, but slowly collect ancient books and accumulate Yin-Yang energy.

However, whether it is a Yin Pearl or a Yang Pearl, in addition to Yin and Yang Qi, it also requires Yin Marrow and Yang Marrow to be perfected.

He currently has no idea where to find such a treasure, and it is likely that he would need to possess considerable strength to acquire it.

Therefore, one must also practice magic and make ample preparations.

Otherwise, if one day the treasure really appears before you, but you don't have the strength to seize it, you can only watch the opportunity slip away.

Secondly, he has been unable to find the immortal cultivation method that leads to immortality in the past three years, which requires considerable strength to acquire.

The next day.

The special sword pellets that Zhao Wuji commissioned craftsmen to make were also successfully produced and delivered to his residence.

This special sword pellet is no bigger than a longan, and inside it is a layer of mercury wrapped around gold and jade, and jade wrapped around locust wood.

It is wrapped in a layer of stubborn iron, like poisonous caltrops, providing multiple layers of protection.

The soul entered it and felt no violent tremors at all. It was even nourished by the locust wood. It was not a magic artifact, but it was better than a magic artifact.

Zhao Wuji hid his soul within the new sword pill and traveled through the underworld.

He moved like a wandering spirit, roaming freely around the official residence, his proficiency in the arts of spirit communication and piecing together esoteric objects continuously improving.

Although he had not yet reached the level of immortal cultivation, he already possessed some of the carefree and unrestrained spirit of immortals riding swords.

He flew back to his official residence on his sword, feeling all his restlessness disappear and his mind clear.

The soul returns to the body, and the spirit and flesh become one.

The extraordinary spiritual perception is still maintained because of the strength of the soul.

In a moment of inspiration, the proficiency level of the ninth meridian finally surpassed 100.

The internal energy in his dantian rose like a gentle stream, shining brightly, and broke through the tenth meridian with unstoppable force, increasing his internal energy.

The Nine Yin Nine Yang Pearls reflected his state.

"Cultivation level in Immortal Dao: [None], Martial Dao strength: Meridian Opening Realm: 10 Meridians (0/100)".

"I have finally opened up another meridian. I feel that my soul has become much stronger."

Zhao Wuji's eyes gleamed. He exhaled a breath of turbid air, stood up, and slightly circulated his energy, causing the ten strands of energy within his meridians to twist into one.

He flipped his hand, and a golden needle shot out a half-foot-long ray of light from his fingertip, tearing through the air with unparalleled sharpness.

Ding! ——

With a casual flick of his wrist, the golden needle easily pierced through the three-inch-thick wrought iron on the other side.

With such strength, he is almost at the level of a Transformation Master and is about to enter the ranks of the world's top-tier masters.

With the assistance of Yin and Yang energies, his martial arts breakthrough speed is not slow.

When I first transmigrated three years ago, my predecessor only had the strength of the Qi Sensing Realm.

Breaking through the Ten Meridians in less than three years is already the breakthrough speed of a top genius.

However, not pursuing the path of immortality will ultimately leave a regret.

After breaking through to the tenth meridian, Zhao Wuji temporarily put aside his cultivation of magic techniques.

The following night.

Taking advantage of his shift at the palace, he went to the palace to administer acupuncture to the royal concubines to dispel the cold, collect yin energy, and make up for the deficiency.

The concubines truly possessed phoenix-like bodies, nourished by the emperor's dragon aura.

The coldness within her body was also beyond that of ordinary people, and it was precisely the time when her period was about to begin.

After Zhao Wuji performed acupuncture, he recovered four strands of Yin energy, bringing his total Yin energy back to 1135 strands. "Dr. Zhao's acupuncture skills are truly superb. You have made me feel very comfortable. Please come and perform acupuncture on me once a month at this time."

Consort Wang's eyes sparkled, her graceful posture, half-sitting and half-lying, was extremely captivating. Her figure was curvaceous, and her gaze lingered on the handsome Zhao Wuji, inviting him in with a languid air.

This lady could be alluring and seductive, but Zhao Wuji dared not be presumptuous. He kept his eyes straight ahead and bowed in response.

Throughout the entire process of treating these imperial concubines, eunuchs were present to supervise them from every angle.

All used tools and medicine residue must be inspected.

If he dared to flirt with these ladies, given the gossip of the eunuchs, he'd probably be thrown in jail the next day.

Zhang Zhaoming asked with great interest, "There are only forty-odd concubines in the harem, which is the fewest among the three emperors. Of them, only about twenty menstruate regularly."
More than ten patients regularly request acupuncture treatments from me, which indicates a significant influx of yin energy.

On his way out of the palace, Zhao Wuji pondered, still feeling that something was not enough.

The other imperial physicians were not idle either; they also had the ability to regulate menstruation.

Although his acupuncture was effective and he was handsome, the ladies would not invite him every month.

It's just that he made house calls more often than other imperial physicians.

"The concubines who have been demoted to the Cold Palace have even stronger yin energy. It has been a long time since my last treatment. I need to find an opportunity to go to the Cold Palace and give those concubines another treatment. It's safer there."

Zhao Wuji left the palace, having made up his mind.

It was very troublesome to administer acupuncture to some of the concubines who were still in power in the harem.

Although one can gain a lot of Yin energy, if one doesn't serve them well, there is a risk of being imprisoned or beheaded.

No matter what abilities or appearance one possesses, in the face of the scheming concubines of the imperial harem, a single misstep, stepping into the wrong place, can render one a laughingstock, easily discarded.

The concubines who were demoted to the Cold Palace fared much better; they had almost all lost their imperial power and privileges, and their bodies were filled with even more yin energy after being demoted.

However, even if the imperial physician wanted to administer acupuncture to a concubine who had been banished to the cold palace, it required going through layers of approval, which was quite troublesome.

Upon returning to his official residence outside the palace, Zhao Wuji discovered that the buildings on both sides of the street were decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations.

Their own official residence was also adorned with celestial palace lanterns and colorful ribbons.

It turns out that the Festival for Seeking Immortality is approaching.

This festival was founded by Emperor Xuanzong Zhang Sichen and has been passed down to this day.

The slender and graceful young apprentice, Xiaoyue, was already busy preparing dinner at the official residence.

As an eighth-rank imperial physician, Zhao Wuji had six soldiers under his command who could help him prepare and manage medicines and take care of his daily life.

Xiaoyue may seem like just a medicine boy, but she also manages the household's food, clothing, and daily life. She is a trusted confidante and very capable.

"The Immortal Seeking Festival is here. It seems that a fake immortal gathering is about to begin. Perhaps we can acquire some ancient books again."

Zhao Wuji praised Xiaoyue in his heart, then played with the two stone beads while waiting for dinner.

"My lord, please have some tea."

The young apprentice Xiaoyue put down her work, brought over some fragrant tea, and her petite figure made her appear exceptionally beautiful and charming.

While massaging Zhao Wuji's shoulders and neck, she reminded him of many things, "My lord, you haven't opened the gift Miss Nan gave you last time. It's on the counter inside the room, and Xiaoyue hasn't dared to open it yet."

"Oh?" Zhao Wuji put down his teacup, only then remembering this.

He's been so busy practicing magic and treating patients lately that he's completely forgotten to look at the gifts his fiancée, Nan Zhixia, gave him.

"Bring the item over for a look. Hopefully it's not food or pastries, otherwise it's probably spoiled by now."

The young apprentice, Xiaoyue, glanced sideways at him, her eyes sparkling with mischievousness. She thought to herself, "You've been so busy seeking immortality and refining elixirs to cure diseases that you only remember this now."

She went inside to retrieve Nan Zhixia's package and handed it to Zhao Wuji, curious about what kind of unprecedented gift this future mistress would give.

Zhao Wuji opened the package and discovered that the wooden box inside contained a book.

The book has an antique style and the characters are blurred, clearly indicating that it is an ancient book.

Upon closer inspection, Zhao Wuji was startled to see that the ancient book clearly stated "Huang Ting Jing: Nei Jing Pian".

"It's this book?" Zhao Wuji's expression showed a hint of surprise.

This Huangting Scripture was also brought out by that madman from the Supreme Sect when he came to our door a few days ago, but what he brought out was a fragment of a handwritten copy.

What is before us, though also a fragment, seems to be an authentic work.

"It's books again."

Xiaoyue sighed, showing little interest.

She thought to herself that Miss Nan had really hit the mark with her master's tastes, but if this continued, her master would really become a bookworm.

Zhao Wuji, however, was flipping through the ancient book in his hand, feeling the Yang Pearl's restlessness intensifying, and his eyes filled with deeper doubt.

"Where did Zhixia get this ancient book?"

He suddenly flipped to a note tucked inside a book, and there it was—Nan Zhixia's delicate handwriting.

It clearly stated the origin of the ancient book, instructing him to keep it safe and not to give it away to others.
(End of this chapter)