The Wudang Junior Master

The two men climbed the stairs and reached the top of the mountain.

Standing on the edge of a cliff, looking out at the mountains in the distance and the earth, there is no one else around.

The old Taoist priest and Zhang Wuling just basked in the scenery, one old and one young, with their Taoist robes fluttering in the wind, looking like immortals.

"I won't bother with Zhou Sheng's affairs, but I will pay more attention to the affairs of the Taiping Dao."

The old Taoist priest put his hands in his sleeves and said calmly, "Wuling boy, do you know why your master came to Longhu Mountain back then?"

Zhang Wuling shook his head and said, "Master didn't mention it to me, and I didn't ask."

"Given your current level of cultivation, it wouldn't hurt to know more." The old Heavenly Master smiled. "Back then, your master and his men came to the Heavenly Master's Mansion because of the theft of the Emperor's corpse."

"The emperor's corpse?" Zhang Wuling was puzzled.

"It is the body of Huangdi, one of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors."

"Ah?!" Zhang Wuling was shocked. "The Yellow Emperor? This... the Yellow Emperor's body was stolen?!"

"Yes." The old master nodded.

Zhang Wuling blinked, digesting the thought for a moment, and said, "Old Heavenly Master, how long ago did the Yellow Emperor live? How could his body be preserved until now?"

Upon hearing this, the old Heavenly Master did not respond, but instead asked, "You know about the concept of ascension, right? Let's not talk about ascension, but do you know what it means to be ascension?"

Zhang Wuling thought for a moment and replied, "From a normal understanding, 'transformation' means death, or attaining immortality."

The old Heavenly Master said, "Yuhua means 'transforming from a pupa into an insect'. In the words of those of us who practice Taoism, it can be described as 'transforming from a mortal to an immortal'. Most people focus on the word 'transforming', but few people pay attention to the word 'transformation'."

"Young man Wuling, let me ask you, what do you think this 'mortal' that was dissolved in the mortal world before becoming immortal?"

Zhang Wuling frowned and said, "Mortal body, flesh and blood?"

The old Taoist priest nodded. "That's right. You can call it a corpse or a body, but what's left behind by those who have ascended to immortality is generally called 'immortal molt'."

Immortal transformation?

Zhang Wuling thought about it and realized that there was indeed such a saying in Taoism.

"When a Taoist dies, we call it ascension, but that's mostly just a nice way of saying it. As for immortal metamorphosis, only the remains left behind by those who have truly ascended to immortality are worthy of this title," said the old Taoist priest.

"The reason it's called 'Immortal Transformation' is because these ancestors who ascended to heaven left behind a wealth of secrets within their remains. We call these secrets 'Immortal Secret Treasures'."

The secret left in the corpse? The immortal's secret treasure?

Zhang Wuling suddenly remembered that in the original novel, Zhang Huaiyi had been dead for many years, but his body still retained a very obvious aura of masculinity, and his memory could still be extracted by Lu Liang.

Speaking of which, the reason why some people disliked Xia He was partly because of the scene where she rode on Zhang Huaiyi's corpse.

Even a strong man like Zhang Huaiyi's body can still be useful many years after his death, and his breath still remains.

So, what about those ancestors who truly ascended to heaven and became immortals?

So what kind of energy and how many secrets are hidden in corpses of that level?

You have to know that this is the body of an immortal, not the corpse of an ordinary secular strongman.

Mortals are like rotten wood. If placed in the soil, it will soon rot and turn into dust.

But some things, after being buried underground for thousands of years, may just be rusted when dug out, and have turned from copperware into bronzeware, which makes them even more valuable.

This is not only because of the difference in value, but also because of the difference in quality.

Zhang Wuling's brain started working, and he soon thought of what the old Taoist priest had said before, and he understood everything.

"Old Heavenly Master, are you saying that someone is coveting the Yellow Emperor's corpse...the secrets of the immortal transformation?!"

The old Taoist priest nodded and sighed, "Huangdi... what a figure he was! Even I cannot fathom how many, if any, secrets are hidden in the immortal remains he left behind."

Zhang Wuling was silent, because just thinking about it made him feel a chill.

From the historical perspective of Yiren, during the Yellow Emperor period, it can be said that gods were everywhere.

Any great god during the Yellow Emperor's time would be famous.

Chi You, Shennong, Lady of the Nine Heavens, Guangchengzi, Chisongzi, Cangjie, Fenghou, Li Mu, Qibo, Fengbo, Yushi, Yinglong...

Even if I just count them, I can’t count them with my hands!

Not to mention ordinary people, even if they are extraordinary people, reading the history of the Yellow Emperor period is like reading the legend of immortals.

The source of Chinese Taoism is called "Huang-Lao School".

Among them, "Huang Lao" refers to Huangdi and Laozi, which is enough to show Huangdi's status in Taoism.

Huangdi conquered all directions and became the common ruler of the world. Finally, he ascended to heaven on a dragon, leaving behind history and legends to this day.

This secret left behind by the ancient gods...

Seeing the silence around him and the somewhat heavy atmosphere, the old Taoist priest smiled and said, "Don't worry too much, kid. The secrets of the Emperor Corpse Immortal Transformation are not so easy to unravel. Otherwise, after so many years of history, it would not be the turn of today's people to stir up trouble."

"If the person behind this is stealing other immortal sloughs, then we should be very careful. The secret treasure left by the Yellow Emperor... Hehe, it's like an ant trying to see the sky, overestimating its own capabilities."

Zhang Wuling frowned and said, "But if someone with ulterior motives could actually get a glimpse of the true nature of figures like the Yellow Emperor, it wouldn't be a good thing."

"A good thing is definitely not a good thing." The old Taoist priest smiled slightly, "But it's just a mess of this magnitude. It won't overturn the whole world. We still have you and me here. If that arrogant guy really dares to show up, we will kill him."

Hearing the old Taoist priest's confident words, Zhang Wuling didn't know what to say.

"Old Heavenly Master, please don't flatter me. I'm not big enough. If something really happens, you'll have to take care of it."

"Hey, you little brat." The old Taoist priest scolded with a smile, "I am already over a hundred years old. My bones are old and can't stand any hardship. The future belongs to you, and you have to take the lead."

Haha, if I didn’t know that you can always remain calm and not breathe heavily, and almost make Quan Xing explode, I would have really believed your nonsense.

"Alright." The old Taoist priest turned around and looked at Zhang Wuling. "The reason I'm telling you all this is because I hope you'll be more careful. Your Grandmaster Zhou Sheng is in the dark, and you're in the light. Plus, we old men are all behind you. Don't be afraid if you encounter trouble. If you mess up, there are people to clean up for you. Just go ahead and do it."

Zhang Wuling understood what he said, and then he chuckled: "Old Heavenly Master, since you said this, I will be gentler when I compete with Zhang Lingyu."

"Don't!" The old Taoist priest widened his eyes and quickly reached out to stop her. "If you need to be ruthless, just do it. Don't mind me. If you can beat Lingyu to tears again, it will be considered your ability."

At this point, the old Taoist priest sighed dejectedly, "It's been a long time since I've had any negative news about Lingyu. I'm worried. I can't do anything to my junior brother, and Rongshan and the others are old. Lingyu is the only one left. I can still find some fun with her."

The corners of Zhang Wuling's mouth trembled, and he felt a little sympathy for Zhang Lingyu for some reason.

Compared to the old Taoist priest, his master Zhou Meng is much more serious. Except for the fact that he likes to beat people sometimes, everything else is consistent with the impression of the older generation.

Poor Zhang Lingyu, since your master has said so, don’t blame me for being too harsh when the time comes.

Actually, my heart is also very painful (happy)!

Jie Jie Jie——