The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 203: Growing Popularity
Hearing Uncle Jiu's question, Song Feng, who just seemed to be looking down on the world and about to say "I am the only one in the world", couldn't help but paused slightly.

Then, his aura suddenly subsided, and he looked into the distance with a dim gaze:
"Later, I followed some heroes whose names I don't know to the north to cut off the dragon vein..."

Originally, Uncle Nine was still curious about what kind of person Uncle Seven was like, and how he ended up like this.

After all, according to Seventh Uncle, he shouldn't have encountered such an accident. How could others imagine such a powerful person?

He is the Lord of Beiyin Mountain, the idol of so many followers of unorthodox sects and even those who practice the orthodox ways.

Such people are rare in the world.

How could it be possible that he was in such a miserable state?
However, when he heard what his seventh uncle said, he was stunned:

"Slay the dragon..."

So that's how it is. No wonder my seventh uncle, who was once so free and easy, suffered such a disaster.

If it was about slaying a dragon, then it could be explained clearly.

But when he reacted, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but take a breath of cold air subconsciously:
"...You actually participated in the legendary dragon-slaying incident!!"

If his seventh uncle hadn't told him about this, he would have thought it was just an anecdote, or just a guess passed down by word of mouth.

But now he was sure.

At that time, there must have been many extraordinary beings who went north together to slay the dragon and cut off the last trace of dragon energy and hope of the Demon Court.

Although the specific title of the powerful man who slayed the dragon at that time has not been revealed to this day, Uncle Jiu now knows one.

That is the Lord of Beiyin Mountain!
Thinking of this, Uncle Nine looked at Uncle Seven with a hint of admiration without him knowing it:

"Uncle Seven, you are truly admirable for resolutely choosing to swing your sword and slay the dragon under such circumstances!"

When he said this, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but feel a sudden surge of admiration from the bottom of his heart.

What is dragon vein?

If this thing existed before a dynasty was established, it would at most be considered something mysterious.

It can be called a trace of luck.

But once the imperial court truly establishes its foundation, holds grand ceremonies, and becomes famous in the world, this dragon vein will be different.

From then on, the thoughts, luck, faith and many other things of the entire dynasty would be deposited in the deepest part of the dragon vein.

This is the core foundation of an imperial court.

This thing has another name: Humane Dragon Qi!

In other words, the reason why the ancient imperial courts were so powerful that they could destroy mountains and cut down temples was purely because they possessed the human dragon energy that could destroy magic and suppress all kinds of magic.

In addition, there are some great generals who have truly practiced martial arts and combined them with the murderous spirit of the military.

When the imperial court was at its peak, destroying mountains and temples was just a piece of cake. Even the masters in the cultivation world did not dare to jump out at will.

Whoever jumps in that situation will die.

Although there are indeed signs of a decline in spiritual energy today, the dragon energy of humanity is also declining for some reasons today.

But everyone who can make up their mind to cut the dragon vein is worthy of admiration.

The weight of a country lies within the dragon vein.

Even when the country was about to collapse, there were great causes and great terrors inside.

According to legend, even immortals who have achieved the state of refining the spirit and returning to the void do not want to touch it. This shows how valuable this thing is.

Fu Longting, they are supporting.

What this means is that, while following the emperor and relying on his luck to practice, you are only relying on a little bit of it.

But it’s different for slaying the dragon.

Seventh uncle is so amazing. Not only did he not die after participating in the dragon-slaying, he was able to live for decades in good health.

He truly deserves the title of Lord of Beiyin Mountain!

Thinking of this, Uncle Nine looked at Uncle Seven with more respect. Faintly, in his eyes, Song Feng seemed to have turned into a little golden man radiating merit.

Seeing the change in Uncle Jiu's eyes, Song Feng smiled lightly, looking very calm:

"It's just a little bit of wind and frost..."

After saying this, Song Feng leaned on the rattan stick and walked into the room with his sleeves waving.

Looking at Song Feng's calm back, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but feel excited:
"The Lord of Beiyin Mountain, this is the Lord of Beiyin Mountain!"

For the sake of the lives of all people in the world, this is a true giant in the world of cultivation. He would rather suffer damage himself than slay a dragon with his sword. What kind of sentiment is this?
At this moment, when Song Feng, who was walking forward, felt Uncle Jiu's burning gaze, he couldn't help but twitch his lips slightly:
"I didn't lie..."

Several days passed in a row.

Just when Qiu Sheng sat leisurely at the door every day, biting on broken grass roots and waiting.

All I saw was a young man in a plain robe suddenly walking towards the foot of Feihe Mountain in the distance.

“…Hey, here they come!”

Seeing the young man, Qiu Sheng subconsciously walked over and wanted to meet him:
"After waiting for such a long time, a figure finally showed up. But this person is so young, could he be an old friend of my seventh uncle?"

With a hint of doubt, Qiu Sheng walked down the hill and came to the end of the road, then bowed slightly:
"Senior, please come in~"

It was not until Qiu Sheng came to his side that he realized the true face of the young man in front of him.

All I saw was that the young man was wearing a plain robe and his face was very pale.

The fingers are very slender.

There seemed to be no blood at all.

If you just look at his face, he looks younger than Qiu Sheng.

More importantly, the young man looked as if he had some serious illness and walked unsteadily.

While Qiu Sheng was observing the young man in front of him, the young man also looked at Qiu Sheng in front of him:
"I didn't expect that this person, so young, has such a high level of cultivation. Judging from his pure and righteous aura, he seems to be practicing the righteous way."

Thinking of this, the young man in plain clothes also bowed slightly, and then spoke with a weak breath:
"Please lead the way, fellow Daoist..."

Looking at the young man in front of him wearing a plain robe that seemed like it could be blown away by a gust of wind, Qiu Sheng appeared very polite.

Because just as he walked near the young man, he suddenly felt a chill from the bottom of his heart.

The aura was very strange.

It was as if something was watching him, making his back creep. "As expected, they are the people who can respond to the summons of Uncle Seventh. Each of them has quite high abilities."

With a sigh in his heart, Qiu Sheng quickly led the young man into the room:

"Seventh Uncle, a guest is coming~"

Hearing Qiu Sheng's loud shout, Song Feng, who was concentrating his mind, suddenly opened his eyes.

brush!
A faint light suddenly bloomed from his eyes, and then he looked outside:

"Oh? So it's a baking oven. I didn't expect that after all these years, you still look so young..."

Seeing this young man, Song Feng came out and then sat down at the table:
"Qiu Sheng, serve tea. Good tea. This is an old friend of mine. It's not wrong to call you senior."

After hearing what his seventh uncle said, Qiu Sheng looked at the young man next to him who was younger than him in surprise.

Then, after seeing the young man sitting down, he immediately bowed his hands and kowtowed to the young man:
"Junior Qiu Sheng, greetings to the senior!"

Seeing Qiu Sheng kowtow to himself here, the furnace wizard couldn't help but twitch his mouth.

Then, he looked at Song Feng helplessly, then looked at Qiu Sheng in front of him, shook his head and said:
"I came out in a hurry and didn't bring anything valuable with me. This jade pendant is a gift for meeting you."

When he said this, Master Honglu took off the crystal clear white jade pendant from his waist.

Then, he placed it directly in the hands of Qiu Sheng in front of him.

When Qiu Sheng saw the white jade pendant given to him by the senior in front of him, he couldn't help but reveal a hint of happiness in his eyes.

Where did this senior come from?
This is too arrogant. Giving jade pendants as gifts at every turn. Who can resist this? This sugar-coated bullet is really enviable.

It's not just Qiu Sheng.

When Uncle Jiu saw the mutton-fat jade pendant that Master Honglu gave to Qiu Sheng, he couldn't help but twitch his lips:
"It seems that the masters who hang out with Uncle Seven are probably those who are good at making money and are very arrogant when they act."

There is no need to talk about the fisherman. If he wants to cultivate such qi and blood, every meal must include big fish, meat, and many medicinal herbs.

Although he was not shown too much along the Yangtze River at that time, the fur that was vaguely revealed was enough to let people know that he was a very wealthy man.

Now this one is even more arrogant.

After all, in this day and age, white jade of this quality would be enough to attract many people to scramble for it.

If there were no special patterns on it, he would have thought that this thing was a precious jade used exclusively by the royal family in the imperial court.

Looking at Qiu Sheng's next piece of jade, Song Feng chuckled and then said:
"Since it is a personal treasure given to you by Honglu, you should always carry it with you and don't hide it."

"After all, it is a personal item of a master of alchemy who is proficient in refining equipment, and ordinary people may not be able to buy it..."

Hearing what his seventh uncle said, Qiu Sheng nodded quickly and then hung the jade pendant around his waist.

Although his current temperament has not yet caught up, wearing this jade pendant obviously enhances his appearance a lot.

However, when Uncle Nine heard what Uncle Seven said, he couldn't help but look at the furnace master in surprise:
"A weapon refiner who is proficient in alchemy? If that's the case, then I'm afraid the jade pendant is really an extraordinary thing."

Dandao is generally divided into two schools: internal and external.

Waidan, as the name suggests, requires various medicinal materials, metals, etc. to be thrown into the alchemy furnace for refining.

It belongs to the category of taking elixirs to cultivate immortality.

Inner alchemy is a way of practicing alone to refine one's body into a golden elixir.

The most famous and distinctive sect is the Quanzhen Sect.

Regardless of whether it is inner or outer alchemy, it is not something that ordinary people can practice. This thing is much more difficult than ordinary practice.

If one studies refining equipment on the basis of practicing alchemy, then he can be considered a high-end talent in the practice world.

It's definitely hard to find a lot of money.

After all, the spiritual world has been able to continue to develop healthily to this day because of the elixirs and magical instruments refined by such high-level talents.

"No, no, you are too kind, my fellow Daoist. This jade pendant of mine was just made by practicing in the fire for a few days."

"It only has the effect of concentrating the mind and exorcising evil spirits. It is not a treasure and does not deserve such praise from fellow Taoist."

After hearing Uncle Jiu's sigh, the furnace master seemed very low-key.

There's no harm in being low-key.

Seeing that the furnace master was still pretending, Song Feng shook his head, and then explained to the others softly:

"Don't underestimate Honglu just because he looks young. He was only a few years younger than me back then."

"Moreover, he has always been studying inner alchemy. He can be regarded as a master in the field of balancing yin and yang and increasing vital energy."

"Don't look at him as he looks sick now, but the vitality in this old man's body may be stronger than yours, Jiu."

"If nothing else, just looking at his face which has remained unchanged for decades, you can get a glimpse of something..."

Uncle Jiu had originally guessed that this young man was not as young as he appeared.

But when Uncle Seven, who was listening, said publicly that this young man was only a few years younger than him, he couldn't help but be stunned:
"To be able to maintain his youthful appearance, this senior's attainments in inner alchemy are truly extraordinary!"

When he said this, he just subconsciously glanced at the very young wizard in front of him.

I became more cautious.

He had also seen inner alchemy techniques, and he had sought advice from many of the Zhenjiao masters and seniors in the town.

However, even the leaders of Wudang and Longmen sects looked energetic, but they could not maintain their appearance.

Could it be that this wizard is more advanced than the leader of the inner alchemy school?

He did not forget where these people came from.

For unconventional methods like these, I'm afraid the means are a bit extreme.

At this moment, Song Feng glanced at the eyes of the furnace master in front of him, and then spoke as if he meant something:
"Baking furnace, sometimes the simple accumulation of vital energy may not necessarily be beneficial to cultivation. Harmonizing the dragon, tiger and elixir in one furnace is the real way to make elixir."

"Although we haven't seen each other for decades, your voice, appearance, aura, and skills don't seem to have changed much from before..."

Hearing what Song Feng said, the Master Honglu, who had been very humble and low-key just now, couldn't help but change his expression slightly.

And just after the arrival of the Furnace Master, many practitioners came one after another as if some mechanism had been activated.

There are monks carrying bags and hanging cloth bags around their waists, looking very carefree, there are black-robed mages carrying instruments and beating drums, there are also Taoists who are refreshing and natural, with a clear mind and body...

For a while, Feihe Mountain, which originally seemed a little deserted, began to become gradually popular.

(End of this chapter)