I lead my disciples to seek immortality in the sect's cultivation.

Chapter 2 Spirit Boat

Above the sea of ​​clouds, a colossal spirit boat hovers and moves forward.

The ship's hull shimmered with a faint crimson glow, while pavilions and towers rose in layers, their upturned eaves hidden among the ethereal clouds.

The massive ship sailed calmly against the wind, its giant sail embroidered with a bold and elegant character—

炎。

This character represents the supreme power on this continent—the Great Yan Dynasty.

The Celestial Empire rules over twenty-five states and has a history of over a thousand years. The Five Sects and Nine Schools are merely dependent on its influence.

Inside a guest room on the Lingzhou boat, Shen Gui was sitting cross-legged.

Last night, information from the mysterious fragments flooded his mind, and the sheer volume of profound mysteries left him feeling drowsy and confused.

As dawn approached, he was urged to board the celestial vessel with disciples from various sects.

Upon entering the assigned room, the small soundproof array activated on its own, giving him a chance to carefully study the inherited power.

Several hours later.

"Finally, we've finished processing the information within the fragments."

Shen Gui exhaled a breath of stale air, a hint of fear and hope flashing in his eyes.

That treasure was a fragment of the ancient treasure, the Heavenly Bell.

Perhaps it was his own determination to establish a sect and protect his disciples and the common people that moved it, and the treasure awakened again. Now it has merged into his body and is connected to his soul.

He had considered asking his master for help, but Mingtianzhong's immortal techniques, which reached directly to the soul, were probably beyond even his master's ability to answer.

If it alarms the Purple Mansion Elders of the Canglan Sect...

Shen Gui's lips curled into a cold smile.

He had personally witnessed a disciple who, by chance, obtained a spiritual medicine coveted by an elder of the Purple Mansion. The elder then ruthlessly attacked him, draining all his blood and energy and channeling it into a jade bottle in his hand.

Afterwards, the elder chuckled twice, tore through space, and left.

This matter must never be revealed to the sect, or I will surely be killed.

Shen Gui continued to sort through the information given by Mingtianzhong.

The core message was that he should rebuild his sect and continue the lineage.

This treasure currently has two core and ingenious uses:

Firstly, one can obtain Daoist cultivation by slaying demons, eliminating evil cultivators, or by recruiting disciples or having disciples break through their cultivation levels. Daoist cultivation can be exchanged for cultivation techniques and secret arts.

Secondly, when the people under the sect's jurisdiction perform sacrifices according to regulations, they can accumulate incense offerings, which can then be used to bestow ordination certificates upon registered disciples.

Taoist practices, incense offerings, and talismanic texts were all esoteric terms never before heard of.

With only half a day left before reaching the northern frontier, he had to improve his strength as quickly as possible, knowing better than anyone the dangers of the northern frontier.

Incense offerings can only be accumulated after a sect has been established to protect the people; the most urgent task is to accumulate Taoist merit.

Those who register as disciples can gain Taoist cultivation and exchange for secret techniques, and right now, there is only one most suitable candidate.

he himself.

"To entrust everything to an unknown treasure is indeed rash. But the Heavenly Bell manifests true divine power; if they wanted to harm me, they wouldn't need to go to such lengths."

"Besides, when I boarded the ship, I saw that most of the other cultivators on board were cunning and vicious, so I had no time to hesitate in order to protect myself."

Shen Gui had made up his mind. Following the incantation passed down by the Mingtian Bell, he recited in a deep voice:

"This disciple, Shen Gui, requests to be registered in the Daoist register. I wish to establish my own sect, teach and guide disciples, and protect the common people. I pray that Heaven will grant me a name and include me in the register!"

In my mind, a giant bell seemed to appear, engraved with infinite mysterious runes. At the top of the bell face, the two characters "Shen Gui" slowly emerged, the strokes steady and resolute, with profound meaning.

He glanced at it and saw that there were still four blank spaces below the clock face, indicating that there was a limit to the number of people who could register in the Daoist register.

The moment their names appeared, a deep connection of life and death arose between Shen Gui and Ming Tianzhong.

A wisp of shimmering white light materialized out of thin air beside the bell, pulsating gently.

This is the Daoist practice.

Shen Gui spoke again with practiced ease: "This disciple, Shen Gui, respectfully offers my Daoist merits and sincerely beseeches Heaven to bestow upon me the Dharma!"

The Taoist energy dissipated instantly, and a flood of information rushed into his mind. The outlines of the three cultivation techniques and secret arts were clearly presented, and he could choose one of them.

The Method of Nourishing the Primordial Qi and Protecting the Meridians

"Insights on Swordsmanship from a Disciple of Fengtian Palace"

Notes on the Practice of Fetal Breathing

Shen Gui's pupils contracted slightly, and his heart suddenly raced.

He practiced the Canglan Sect's "Nurturing Yuan and Nourishing Wheel Technique," a third-grade technique that was already top-tier in the Fetal Breathing Realm, but he was still unable to condense his wheel.

Master once said that it was not the fault of the practice method, and that switching to another method would be useless.

The first method, which is also a fetal breathing and warming exercise, does not need to be considered for the time being.

The second subject was the sword manual, which he was slightly tempted by, but he had not yet opened his embryonic breathing and had no sword to cultivate with. Among magical artifacts of the same level, the magic sword was the most expensive, and it was too far away to solve his immediate problem.

However, the teachings imparted by the bell will be tailored to the disciple's innate talents and characteristics.

It turns out that I have quite a talent for kendo.

The sword is the foremost of all methods of killing; this information is useful enough.

Based on the latter two ancient texts, it can be inferred that the Mingtian Bell was once the sacred artifact of Fengtian Palace.

But why is such a powerful force now completely unknown?

Shen Gui suppressed his distracting thoughts and focused his gaze on the third item, his heart pounding wildly.

That was a record of various difficult problems and solutions made by an ancient powerful being when observing his disciple's cultivation of the Fetal Breathing Realm.

This... might solve the chronic illness that has plagued him for fourteen years!

"I choose 'Notes on the Practice of Fetal Breathing'!"

The contents of the classic texts were instantly imprinted deep in his memory, without the need for arduous study or initiation; they were crystal clear and caused him no discomfort whatsoever.

Shen Gui was already used to the miracles of the Ringing Heaven Bell.

The book records a variety of difficulties encountered in the practice of the Fetal Breathing Realm. Rather than a practice method, it is more like a rigorous practice journal.

He quickly flipped through the pages and finally found a passage that perfectly matched his symptoms:

[Some disciples diligently cultivate, their spiritual energy continuously gathering at their spiritual apertures, yet they still struggle to condense their spiritual wheel and achieve the Mysterious Realm. This is due to the inherent narrowness of their Qi Sea acupoint. The Mysterious Realm Wheel must condense in the lower dantian's Qi Sea acupoint; however, this acupoint is too shallow for the spiritual wheel to take shape. Simply prepare any one of the following spiritual materials and use this method to nourish the acupoint, and this problem can be eradicated.]

Wow... it's that simple!

The shackles that had plagued him for fourteen years were finally broken. Shen Gui's heart was filled with a mixture of bitterness and ecstasy, and his whole body trembled slightly.

Because his cultivation had been stagnant for many years, he spent his time reading extensively on various cultivation manuals. He recognized all the medicinal herbs listed in the books. They were not rare spiritual objects, but rather herbs that were half-immortal and half-immortal, which could be found occasionally in ordinary towns.

But now, standing above a vast sea of ​​clouds, with a celestial vessel speeding by, where can one find it?

Besides, even if we find it, will that avert the danger of disembarking?

Shen Gui closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, before getting up and pushing open the door to leave.

..............................

On the deck of the Sky Boat.

A young girl stood by the railing, gazing blankly at the surging sea of ​​clouds below. The flying boat rose and fell, and now it was slowly descending, and the treetops below could be seen.

She wore a light green fairy dress, the hem of which was embroidered with delicate patterns of spiritual herbs, which swayed gently in the wind.

Her face was delicate and bright, her eyebrows and eyes were clean and innocent, and her almond eyes were bright and sparkling, full of pure curiosity and expectation. Her lips were slightly upturned, and her figure was slender and graceful. She was like a fairy herb that had just bloomed in the forest, fresh and clear, untouched by the world.

The monks on the ship were mostly ruthless, arrogant, and greedy. When they suddenly saw this clean and pure little fairy, who seemed to be sightseeing, many of them frequently glanced at her with ill intentions.

A Taoist priest in flowing robes, with a handsome face but a frivolous expression, slowly stepped forward and greeted her with a smile: "Miss, you are surrounded by the fragrance of medicine. Are you a distinguished disciple of the Qingfu Sect?"

He laughed nonchalantly, but the way his nose twitched slightly as he secretly sniffed the girl's fragrance made him look like a lecherous man.

The young woman turned around, her voice soft and sweet: "Chu Lingxuan of Qingfu Sect, fellow Daoist, you mentioned your sect, are you seeking medical treatment?"

Seeing her naiveté, the young cultivator was secretly delighted, as if he had her completely under his control. His smile grew even brighter: "Exactly, exactly!"

He immediately extended his wrist, "My cultivation has been stalled lately, and my inner fire is hard to quell. Little Fairy Doctor, do you have a good remedy?"

Chu Lingxuan took out a long, emerald-green silk thread from her storage bag, flicked it with her fingertips, and the silk thread wrapped around his wrist.

A hint of disappointment flashed across the young cultivator's eyes. He had thought that this naive young girl would take his pulse herself, but he hadn't expected that she would be so skilled in pulse diagnosis at such a young age.

Chu Lingxuan's magic power traveled along his black hair and entered his meridians. She closed her eyes and concentrated.

A moment later, she detected that the other person's yang energy was deficient and that he had indulged in excessive sexual activity.

Even the most naive woman could tell that this person wasn't seeking medical help, but rather harbored ill intentions.

She slowly pulled back her black hair, and gently raised her other hand. A crystal-clear purple scorpion crawled out from her sleeve, its tail gleaming with a cold, eerie light.

The young cultivator's expression changed drastically.

"This illness is not difficult to treat; just let my Zi'er give me a sting, and it will be fine."

The aura emanating from that purple scorpion was terrifying; it was clearly a Qi Refining Realm cultivator!

This ship already possesses top-tier combat power.

Those with ill intentions immediately abandoned their plans; they were there to bully the weak, not to feed the venomous.

The young cultivator was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. He was only at the third level of the Nascent Soul stage, which was no match for Zi'er's sting.

He quickly forced a smile and fled in a sorry state.

All of this was observed by Shen Gui, who was not far away.

He seemed to have a thorough understanding of Chu Lingxuan's personality. At this moment, he slowly stepped forward and, based on the meridian medical principles in "Notes on the Cultivation of Fetal Breathing", began to speak.

"That cultivator just now had a pale and weak complexion, indicating internal damage to his fundamental health. Although you identified the symptoms by diagnosing his pulse with a thread, you did not notice the blockage in his hidden meridians. If you were to use a scorpion sting, although it would deter the evildoer, it would cause his meridians to flow in reverse, resulting in Dao injuries."

Chu Lingxuan was slightly taken aback. She had initially thought it was just another shameless lecher, but upon hearing such profound philosophical arguments, she became interested. She turned to look at Shen Gui, her eyes filled with surprise: "You...you understand this?"

She had been practicing pharmacology since childhood and was extremely proficient in medicinal herbs and spiritual plants. However, in terms of meridians, acupoints, and key points of cultivation, she was far less thorough than Shen Gui, who possessed the notes of an ancient great master.

Shen Gui spoke calmly, yet every word was precise and to the point: "While it is safe to protect yourself with a Qi Refining Realm demonic insect, the demonic energy is incompatible with the human meridians. If it accompanies you for a long time, it will interfere with the flow of your own magical power and obstruct your spiritual apertures. In the long run, it will definitely affect your future Qi absorption."

This is true. Once the sixth level of embryonic breathing is perfected, one must absorb a breath of spiritual energy from heaven and earth.

Chu Lingxuan was with that poisonous creature day and night, and the creature's cultivation was far superior to hers, so it really would have an effect.

However, the impact is not significant. If the spiritual energy is related to poisonous substances, it may actually be beneficial. Shen Gui is currently trying to take advantage of this situation and is exaggerating the danger.

Chu Lingxuan was struck dumb, and suddenly realized the truth.

The seemingly ordinary blue-robed disciple in front of me had just pointed out the lecher's problem and cleared up my doubts. He didn't care that going to the Northern Frontier might make us enemies. He truly had the heart of a healer!

"Thank you for your guidance, fellow Daoist! I will never forget this kindness and will repay you handsomely!" Chu Lingxuan quickly bowed and said sincerely.

Shen Gui feigned nonchalance and waved his hand to decline, saying, "It was just a casual remark, no need to take it to heart."

Chu Lingxuan, simple-minded and stubborn, insisted on repaying the debt: "Senior brother, you absolutely mustn't! How can I not repay the kindness that saved my life and guided me! Please, senior brother, just tell me what you need, and Lingxuan will do her best to repay you!"

Shen Gui thought to himself that the time was right, so he pretended to be unwilling to let her spend money and casually said, "Since you insist on this, then there is no need to look for precious spiritual items. A few common plants will do. Qi-nourishing grass will be fine. If you have jade stem mushroom or dew-condensing flower, that would be even better. However, these two are not in season at this time of year, so there is no need to force it."

All he really wanted was the Qi-Nourishing Grass; the other two ingredients were deliberately chosen because they were harvested at other times of the year, and Chu Lingxuan probably couldn't produce them at this time.

As for why she was chosen...

Firstly, she came from the Qingfu Sect, which was famous for cultivating spiritual herbs and refining elixirs. These herbs, which were almost commonplace, were practically worthless to her.

Secondly, she was near the ship's railing.

Chu Lingxuan felt a warmth in her heart, and felt even more that Shen Gui was of noble character and did not covet material possessions.

She immediately took out a small bundle of high-quality Qi-nourishing herbs from her storage bag, and handed over a round pill: "Senior Brother's integrity makes Lingxuan uneasy. This is a secret meridian-protecting pill from my sect, which can quickly nourish the meridians and help sustain life and heal injuries!"

Chu Lingxuan was no fool. Although she insisted on coming here to find medicine in the Northern Frontier, she also knew how dangerous the local customs were. Making friends with a reliable fellow Daoist would be a great help.

"Thank you." Shen Gui accepted the gift calmly.

As Shen Gui talked, he kept his eyes on the boat below, not staring at Chu Lingxuan, appearing to be a gentleman. The two walked and talked.

boom!!

The entire spaceship suddenly trembled violently, as if it had crashed into a mountain!

A strong wind swept in, causing the light of the magic array to flicker.

A massive, ferocious monster crashed into the ship's wall, its cultivation level a terrifying peak Foundation Establishment stage!

To make matters worse, the windproof formation where Chu Lingxuan was standing was damaged, and a sudden gust of wind swept in, violently throwing her petite body overboard!

"what!"

Chu Lingxuan cried out in alarm as her body was already suspended in mid-air, about to fall into the vast sea of ​​clouds.

At the critical moment, Shen Gui moved suddenly, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her back onto the deck.

However, the force of the recoil was too strong. He had not yet developed his embryonic breathing and was weak. He was instantly lifted into the air and fell towards the spirit boat below!

"Fellow Daoist!!"

Chu Lingxuan rushed to the railing, saw Jingying, and screamed in anguish. She watched helplessly as Shen Gui's figure rapidly shrank and disappeared into the vast forest.

At this moment, Shen Gui, who was in mid-air, showed no panic on his face, only calmness.

He had seen records of it in the sect's books as early as when the Sky Ship set sail.

The frequency of monsters in the northern border is several times that in the inland areas.

Because spirit ships of this level all have concealment arrays, several types of flying demons are not good at maneuvering, but they can fly extremely fast. By the time they discover this spirit ship, the probability of a collision is very high.

The reason Shen Gui had been walking and stopping was to find the weakest point in the wind-sheltered formation.

This plan is certainly not foolproof.

However, the path of cultivation is highly competitive, and this was the only plan Shen Gui could come up with in his haste.

The boat will arrive in the northern border region in half a day, but it will take a full three days to warm and nourish the Qi Sea acupoint, and there simply isn't enough time.

After disembarking, surrounded by wolves, his fate remained sealed.

The only way to survive is to fake death and escape.

The sachet with the "Wooden Branch" given by his master has profound foundation-building properties and can automatically protect the body. The talisman secretly given by his second junior brother, Li Zhirui, is even more powerful, with a water escape talisman for the Qi Refining realm. In addition, there is the meridian protection pill that Chu Lingxuan just gave him. With these three layers of protection, it is almost impossible for him to die when he falls into the forest.

It's much better than being attacked and robbed after disembarking.

During our conversation, my cultivation level of the first stage of the embryonic breathing technique was too conspicuous, attracting countless venomous gazes.

The air currents surged, and the wind howled.

Shen Gui's falling figure grew smaller and smaller.

The clamor and cries aboard the Great Flame Sky Ship gradually faded into the distance.

From then on, the people on the ship probably no longer knew the Canglan Immortal Sect, or that useless senior brother who couldn't condense his inner energy for fourteen years.

There is only one Sect Master Shen, who will soon establish his own sect and revive the Xuanzong sect in the desolate northern frontier.