BXBX NOVEL Chapter 75
As Ning Changge’s cultivation deepened, his understanding of restriction techniques also advanced. The restrictions imbued in the Mountain-River Spirit Gathering Furnace became increasingly intricate and profound, hinting at an upgrade.
Initially, this spirit-gathering stone held great potential.
It was Ning Changge’s limited cultivation that prevented it from evolving into a higher-quality magical artifact.
Now, it was undergoing further transformation, offering even greater aid in alchemy.
One could say.
Ning Changge’s rapid advancement owed a significant part to the Mountain-River Spirit Gathering Furnace.
He smiled slightly, and with a touch, the sarira floating in mid-air shot into the Mountain-River Spirit Gathering Furnace.
The sarira did contain spiritual power.
However, it also included some impurities that Ning Changge did not need. These impurities might be essences for Buddhists but were of no help to him.
Boom!
Pure Yang True Fire blazed fiercely.
With the optimization of the restrictions on the Mountain-River Spirit Gathering Furnace, it could now generate Pure Yang True Fire on its own without Ning Changge’s control.
Refining impurities required some time. It wasn’t that Pure Yang True Fire lacked power, but that meticulous work took time and constant attention.
Fortunately.
This task did not need to worry Ning Changge.
Jinling had already stepped forward.
He opened his mouth and spat out a stream of spiritual power into the True Fire of the Mountain-River Spirit Gathering Furnace. The originally weakened True Fire blazed fiercely again, stabilizing within a specific range.
He concentrated fully, not blinking an eye.
Ning Changge nodded in satisfaction.
Jinling had cultivated the Celestial Body Refining Technique, day and night absorbing the essence of heaven and earth, thus gaining effective control over his spiritual power.
As a Daoist child.
He naturally had to work.
Ning Changge assigned small tasks like alchemy and talisman drawing to Jinling, which allowed Ning Changge to focus on enlightenment and cultivation.
Jinling was clearly no stranger to such tasks.
Highly proficient.
He also enjoyed it.
Following Ning Changge, assisting in alchemy and talisman drawing, he had learned a few basics.
If Ning Changge were the only immortal cultivator in the Nine Provinces, Jinling might barely count as half of one.
Glancing at Jinling, satisfied there would be no issues, Ning Changge held a Daoist scripture and began reading attentively. Recent arrivals of Daoist texts delighted him; they would provide ample material for his understanding for a long while.
The deeper the foundation, the faster the enlightenment.
His recent comprehension of formation principles already showed progress, with Song Yuanqiao and others’ Beidou Seven Stars Sword Formation serving as a small experiment. The latest batch of Daoist texts might help him perfect it.
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Wudang Mountain welcomed new visitors.
The Wudang Seven Heroes gathered at the mountain gate in a show of respect.
The visitors weren’t ordinary; they were disciples of the great Grandmaster from the first holy land of the Ming Daoism, Dragon-Tiger Mountain, led by the Grandmaster’s last disciple, Zhang Lingyu.
Seeing the middle-aged Daoist in dark robes and his vigorous Dragon-Tiger Mountain disciples, Song Yuanqiao and others were amazed.
Inwardly, they marveled at Dragon-Tiger Mountain’s demeanor, surpassing previous visitors by far.
“Greetings, fellow Daoists! As fellow holy lands of Daoism, my master sent me to congratulate you!”
Zhang Lingyu displayed proper etiquette.
Song Yuanqiao and others smiled, saying:
“Greetings, Daoist Zhang. It’s an honor for Wudang to be visited by Dragon-Tiger Mountain. The Grandmaster’s care for Wudang is deeply appreciated!”
They were genuinely pleased.
After all, these weren’t just any individuals.
The Grandmaster’s fame had resonated through the martial world for several decades!
Even before their master was born, the Grandmaster had already reached the pinnacle of renown in the martial world. Such a figure’s praise, even if lightly given, was invaluable.
Wudang disciples smiled.
Though pleased, they felt neither self-deprecating nor anxious before Dragon-Tiger Mountain, their confidence bolstered by Ning Changge and Zhang Sanfeng.
Welcoming Dragon-Tiger Mountain’s delegation into the Ming-Qing Hall.
Everyone sat down.
Zhang Lingyu and his party finally had a chance to observe the Wudang disciples closely.
With a closer look, they were astounded. Not only were the Wudang Seven Heroes extraordinary, but the Wudang third-generation disciples were also brimming with spirit, rivaling the best disciples of Dragon-Tiger Mountain.
And in Wudang.
Such talents seemed commonplace!
“A truly strange phenomenon, how could a sect established for only a few decades have such a profound foundation?”
Zhang Lingyu dismissed his initial underestimation.
Martial world sects occasionally produced exceptional masters, often due to the birth of supreme prodigies, a matter of fortune. Rarely though, did true dragons in shallow waters form lasting legacies.
To genuinely establish a lasting sect and become a holy land, one master wasn’t enough; time’s sediment was necessary.
Even with a land-dwelling immortal, it took centuries to truly become a holy land.
Initially, he thought.
Even with Master Zhang and the young true immortal Ning Changge, Wudang’s disciples would still fall short.
But now.
They were in no way inferior to Dragon-Tiger Mountain!
His last bit of disdain vanished, recalling his master’s words; he smiled and said to the Wudang Seven Heroes:
“We came to congratulate Wudang for being recognized as the Daoist holy land of the Ming Empire. As fellow Daoists, we can exchange resources and maintain frequent contact in the future.”
“Previously, Wudang upheld righteousness, destroying the Dragon Slaying Sabre and calming the martial world’s turmoil. Dragon-Tiger Mountain couldn’t arrive earlier due to internal matters. Today, we brought a modest gift, hoping you’ll accept it.”
As he mentioned the gift.
A trace of pride flashed in Zhang Lingyu’s eyes.
Wudang Seven Heroes were intrigued.
After a few polite refusals.
A small Daoist carried a black jade box forward, and Zhang Lingyu proudly introduced:
“This is our exclusive Dragon-Tiger Elixir from Dragon-Tiger Mountain!”
A bi-colored elixir lay within, exuding a rich fragrance, seemingly accompanied by the roars of dragons and tigers, filled with divine mystery.
Hearing of the Dragon-Tiger Elixir, everyone was astonished.
Legend had it that the founder of Dragon-Tiger Mountain, Zhang Daoling, once made elixirs in the mountains, and upon completion, dragons and tigers appeared, giving the mountain its name.
“This Dragon-Tiger Elixir, was it crafted by your ancestral founder?”
Mo Shenggu couldn’t suppress his curiosity.
Zhang Lingyu paused and smiled:
“The founder’s divine power was unparalleled. His elixirs were far more miraculous, said to attract divine beasts upon completion. Unfortunately, his transcendent mastery is unmatched by later generations.”
“However, this elixir follows his formula, devised by my master after decades of study. Consuming it grants fifty years of inner power!”
As his words fell.
The Dragon-Tiger Mountain disciples showed pride.
A Dragon-Tiger Elixir bestowing fifty years of power was a divine elixir, enough to incite bloody struggles in the martial world.
Presenting such a generous gift showed immense respect.
Wudang members were amazed.