Dao Equaling the Heavens-Chapter 45 - 39 Top-Grade Qi Nourishing Pill

45: Chapter 39 Top-Grade Qi Nourishing Pill

45 -39 Top-Grade Qi Nourishing Pill

At midnight, as the moonlight grew brighter, the two of them became quieter.

Gu Wen broke the silence and asked, “I wonder what the immortal thinks?”

“…..”

Yu Hua was silent for a moment before slowly speaking, “I have no right to comment.”

Everyone has the seven emotions and six desires, some sever the six desires and retain the great love, some sever the seven emotions and cultivate heartlessness, and extremists sever both to become nothing but a body, a heart of stone.

The Yuqing Sect has many who sever the six desires, cultivating purity and inaction, not devoid of emotions and nature.

She has a fondness for poetry, and the beauty of poetry lies in using landscapes to metaphorize objects, objects to metaphorize emotions, and emotions to metaphorize people; the words hide the universe, and literature carries the Dao between heaven and earth.

Compared to the poems gifted to the demoness by the imperial scholar of Bianjing, what Gu Wen said seemed like celestial music, the difference between cobblestones and jade.

Just how much hidden talent does he still have?

A phrase or two might be deemed coincidental, but continual verses recited across different scenarios and poetic realms that have never been circulated in this era point to one source.

Yu Hua would rather believe these are all from Gu Wen’s own talent.

Because he’s had quite bad luck, his Qi Fortune is not good; if he truly had such a large source of blessing, he wouldn’t end up as a household servant.

Fate cannot suppress his talent, and I am just adding flowers to the brocade, allowing him to suffer less and avoid some detours.

Gu Wen said with a smile, “Poetry and essays are written for others to comment upon, even someone with half a belly of ink can judge, because true masterpieces withstand the test of time.

Right and wrong, merits and faults, are left for posterity to discuss.”

Hearing this, Yu Hua’s voice carried a hint of exuberance, “This verse is already perfect, to discuss it is rather redundant.

If praise is due, this poem is a rarity in this world, the one obtained by the demoness of Qianfeng Tower pales in comparison, as different as clouds from mud.”

“If Fellow Daoist likes it, then that’s good.”

Gu Wen’s tone shifted as he asked, “I’ve recently been in business with Qianfeng Tower, is there anything I should be wary of?”

As soon as these words were spoken, Yu Hua paused, her voice took on a graver and cautionary tone, “Behind Qianfeng Tower is the Qianfeng Sect, a Demon Sect.”

“Dare I ask what is the Demon Path?”

“All schools under heaven can be divided into Buddhist, Daoist, Demon, and others.

The Mystical Sect cultivators comprehend the great Dao of heaven and earth, unite with the Heavenly Person, and attain the Supreme Dao, hence there are countless miracle methods.

The Buddhist Sects have the Four Vehicles and Ten Stages, seeking enlightenment and transcendence.

The Demon Sects have the Four Abysses and Eight Caves, seeking to return to the ancient state and achieve the Innate.

Miscellaneous schools are numerous, with Broken Sword Mountain being the foremost among them, and the best of the military schools.”

Yu Hua’s explanation was concise, sparing Gu Wen the need to fish for information; she told him everything he asked, wanted to ask, and didn’t even think to ask.

“Among these, the Demon Sect is the most inclusive, as there are always cultivators from the Three Religions and Nine Schools who fall into the Demon Path, hence the members of this sect are a mixed bag, and they act without restraint.

Moreover, many in the Demon Sect seek the Innate Miracle Methods and often merge themselves with the blood and remains of dead Primordial Spirits, resulting in countless cases of muddled consciousness.”

Gu Wen inquired, “Are all of the Demon Sect evil?”

“No, all kinds can be evil,” Yu Hua shook her head, giving an unexpected answer, “For the sake of survival, others are seen as threats; it’s just that the Demon Sect is generally more dangerous than the others.

Didn’t my Sanqing Taoist Sect also belittle the Gu family because it had no one?”

Gu Wen replied with great emotional intelligence, “It was just a bug that spoiled a good relationship, but now it’s still a good relationship.”

Yu Hua nodded in agreement, “It was the bug of the Upper Pure Sect.”

The three sects were originally not one, and as the number one Mystical Sect Saint Land in the world, the Sanqing Taoist Sect was too large, so large that any single peak of the three sects would have more powerful members and disciples than most other sects.

Before, when she was still in the disciple mindset, she didn’t feel too much and was accustomed to the tranquility of the ivory tower.

Now, she only wanted to strike hard and beat up the old timers.

Returning to the topic, Gu Wen asked, “What about Qianfeng Tower?”

Yu Hua replied, “A female cultivator sect practicing the Lonely Yin Path, must never lose the Primordial Yin, hence they like to seduce others without ever fulfilling.

And among those who engage with the world is the mirror of the Earthly List, the Fifth-ranked Fox Fairy Lu Chan, who carries the bloodline of the Innate Nine-Tailed Fox and has close ties to the demon Tushan Clan.”

Gu Wen understood; these were a group of female cultivators who enjoyed cultivating admirers, not a significant threat to him.

However, one must be cautious with the one ranked fifth on the Earthly List, whose charms had reached the pinnacle of their craft.

“Go on with your cultivation, they pose little threat to you.

If she could bewitch you, she wouldn’t be just fifth on the Earthly List.”

Yu Hua trusted Gu Wen as well, as his reaction to her was also minimal; he was a good seedling for asceticism.

She took out a pill, blue and white in color, laden with Spiritual Energy.

“This is a reward for your poetry, a top-grade Qi Nourishing Pill.

Mana is the foundation of everything, and you have too little mana right now.

The Spiritual Energy in Bianjing is too thin to recover through Qi Fortune, so you need such pills to supplement.”

Gu Wen ate it without hesitation, his Fate Diagram vibrated slightly, a part of the special drug efficacy disappeared, but most of it remained.

[Innate Heavenly Marrow]

As a poor Daoist with no money, I can only rely on the help of fellow Daoists to get by.

Gu Wen entered meditation, and the power of the top-grade Qi Nourishing Pill quickly converted into mana.

His Qi Sea, which had never been full, began to swell.

From the size of a chicken egg, it grew with incredible speed to the size of a basketball.

The increase was more than tenfold—if he were to channel this much mana into his sword technique, he might indeed be capable of killing someone from a distance.

As his thoughts quieted, he polished his mana, digesting the medicinal properties.

Though he had seen the beauty of immortals, it could not interrupt his cultivation.

Beauties are common in this world, and the people by the Dragon Bridge have a beauty that could compete with the moon—still no match for one ten-thousandth of Yu Hua’s beauty, yet they too deserve the title of beauty.

In nearly two thousand days and nights over the last five years, his hidden patience did not waver.

Not once did their beauty tempt him to raise his head.

Only cultivation allowed him to carry a stick on his shoulder and be capable of wiping out a household like a chivalrous hero, to face anyone with patience—and not just patience.

Only cultivation could broaden the path beneath his feet.

Only cultivation was indeed the grand and righteous path.

Mental methods, sword techniques, movement techniques, protective Daoist skills…

he needed to cultivate too many techniques.

Heavenly Marrow alone could not solve everything.

In the future, he would need to seek pills like the Qi Nourishing Pill to replenish his mana.

Otherwise, in a prolonged battle, once his mana was depleted, he could find himself at a complete disadvantage, even potentially leading to his death.

He did not believe those who mingled in the world were short on mana—as evidenced by the endless supply of pills from Yu Hua’s sleeve, these people had countless methods and an infinite amount of pills.

Truly a poor Daoist now!

Yu Hua wrote on the paper, ‘Meeting Under the Moon at the Jade Palace,’ the candlelight and moonlight soaking into the ink of the poetry that was yet to dry,

Reading it over and over, never tiring.

He must find an opportunity to recite it to that demoness.

—————–

In the morning, a rooster crow seemed to awaken the sun, as a streak of purple dawn lit up Bianjing.

Gu Wen opened his eyes, and unlike usual, Yu Hua did not hurry away.

Seeing him finish his cultivation, she said evenly, “Morning.”

“Fellow Daoist, you’re not going back today?”

“Of course I’m going back.

Don’t worry about me.

If I don’t want to be seen, no one will see me.”

“Then, Fellow Daoist…”

“I just wanted to stay until morning.”

With those words, Yu Hua rose and left through the window, her form ethereal—a hundred meters in an instant, faintly exhibiting the ability to fly and burrow through the earth.

Then, as if sensing Gu Wen’s gaze, she turned her head and lightly waved before disappearing into the dawn’s mist and sunlight.

She could easily perform feats everyone else found impossible.

Gu Wen’s eyes filled with envy, not knowing at what level of cultivation he would be able to do the same.

Thud, thud, thud.

The door was gently knocked, and the maid’s voice came through.

“Master, do you need to wash up?”

Washing up, having breakfast, squeezing in some spear practice in the midst—Jiang Fugui’s son, Jiang Jucai, stumbled upon him.

The youth seemed to have awoken something in his bloodline and hurried over, begging with a sycophantic smile, calling him “Master” with each word.

Gu Wen was not so stingy as to hoard a common spear technique all to himself; he taught the most basic First Level to Jiang Jucai.

Essentially, it was no different from what was taught in the military camps—with the fundamental moves being thrust, explode, pick, pull, entangle, and dance, all variations on the same theme.

Amidst the dance of spear, a military strategy book fell.

Jiang Jucai, with a stiff face, said, “Mr.

Gu, can you not tell my father?

If he knew I was reading military books, he would surely beat me with a bamboo stick.”

Jiang Fugui was the opposite of his shrewd business sense when it came to education, being exceptionally conservative, likely due to being bullied by scholars—believing that ‘only studying was honorable.’

Gu Wen laughed heartily, clapped him on the shoulder, and said with a smile, “Good lad, you’ve got potential, you’ll fight battles in the future.

Your father won’t let you learn, but I’ll let you.”

“Thank you, Mr.

Gu!”

The youth looked up at the elder a head taller than himself, showing two rows of teeth as he waved his fists and said, “Once I’ve mastered it, I’ll fight battles for Mr.

Gu.”

Gu Wen raised his eyebrow and knocked on the boy’s head, saying, “Don’t talk nonsense.

Is that something to say now?”

“Hehehe, then when can I say it?”

“When I’m around, you can say it.”