I Killed Gods and Demons in Song Dynasty

Chapter 177 The eighth level of the Nine Revolutions Yuan Gong!
Feng Yaqin subconsciously looked into Li Qingyun's eyes and her heart skipped a beat.

The moment their eyes met, she clearly felt that there seemed to be an extremely subtle connection between her and the young man in front of her.

That feeling followed her like a shadow, like an invisible thread, deeply entangled in her heart, making her inexplicably worried and unable to extricate herself.

"Thank you for your help! I am Feng Yaqin from Longhu Mountain. May I ask... may I ask your name?"

When Feng Yaqin spoke, her voice trembled slightly, and even she was surprised at her own reaction.

Facing this strange savior, she was unable to maintain her usual cool and calm demeanor. Even her words lacked the detachment of a Taoist priest and were instead filled with the tone of a little girl.

Li Qingyun noticed something strange in her eyes when she looked at him, and he suddenly realized that in the ceremony just now, he had to absorb part of Feng Yaqin's fate.

An unbreakable fateful connection has already formed between the two of them.

His heart sank and he sighed that things were becoming a little tricky.

The woman in front of him is the chief priest of Mount Longhu, and also his nominal master. The two of them are involved in such a strange fate entanglement, and it will be difficult for them to escape unscathed in the future.

However, Li Qingyun did not intend to reveal his identity.

Ever since he escaped death in the God's Descent Ceremony, he decided to hide his whereabouts.

If the news of his survival were to spread, he would surely be hunted down by the sixth-level strongman in Bianliang City, Prince Wugong Zhao Dezhao.

Right now, except for Marshal Mu, no one in the world knows that he is still alive. Before he has the strength to contend with a warrior in the "Hunyuan" realm, he will not easily expose himself.

So, Li Qingyun smiled slightly and said lightly:

"Why do we have to know each other before we meet? I am a man who deserves death, but I am lucky enough to end up here. Saving your life is just a piece of cake."

When Feng Yaqin heard these words, she felt inexplicably lost.

The person in front of her saved her life but refused to reveal his name. She felt as if her heart was being weighed down by something and was aching slightly.

However, that invisible connection still exists and cannot be shaken off, as if there are thousands of words stuck in my throat that I cannot express.

But the monk had a firm will and a heart as solid as a rock, so Feng Yaqin quickly forced herself to calm down.

Despite the anxiety and doubts churning in his heart, he tried his best to suppress his emotions.

She raised her head and bowed slowly, with a hint of suppressed gratitude and determination in her tone:
"I will repay you for saving my life with all my heart. If you need my help in the future, I will do my best to help you, even if it means risking my life!"

After saying this, Feng Yaqin paused, a complex look flashing across her eyes.

She knew she shouldn't expect too much now, but she couldn't help but ask:

"This time, I was trapped here with a disciple and a senior brother... May I ask if you have seen them, benefactor?"

She stared at the mysterious young man in front of her, the string in her heart becoming increasingly tense. She was worried that this savior would think that she was taking advantage of her and was greedy, and she was also worried that he would give her a negative answer. For a moment, her breathing became slightly rapid, and her heartbeat was beating against her chest like a drum.

Li Qingyun shook his head and sighed, with a trace of pity and helplessness on his face:

"Your senior brother has been killed. I'm sorry I can't do anything to help him.

"However, your apprentice is still alive."

Feng Yaqin's heart was shaken, with both unacceptable grief and a hint of joy that there was still hope.

She managed to steady herself, looking at Li Qingyun in disbelief, her voice trembling slightly:

"My apprentice... is still alive?"

Li Qingyun nodded, stretched out a white jade-like finger, and pointed behind Feng Yaqin, "Look, it's right there."

Feng Yaqin's heartbeat suddenly quickened. Almost in an instant, she subconsciously turned around, staring at the place where the finger was pointing.

In the blood-stained courtyard, there was a person lying crookedly. It was Gao Renan!

"Ren'an!"

Feng Yaqin blurted out, her voice revealing an indescribable complex emotion.

A mixture of sadness and joy surged over her like a tide, almost drowning her.

She couldn't help but take a few steps forward, wanting to confirm whether her apprentice was safe.

As he glanced around with his divine sense, he saw Gao Ren'an lying on the ground. Although his face was pale and his expression was exhausted, his breathing was steady and it was obvious that he was not seriously injured.

At this moment, Feng Yaqin felt that her tense nerves had finally relaxed a little, and the heavy responsibility on her shoulders was slightly relieved.

She let out a long sigh, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.

The apprentice is still alive, which is a blessing in disguise and the best outcome she can hope for.

However, when Feng Yaqin wanted to turn back to thank the savior, she found that the other person had disappeared.

At that moment, she felt as if a piece of her heart was hollowed out. She stood there in a daze, looking at the empty courtyard. Her heart was empty and she felt lost.

Who is that mysterious young man? Why did he come and go like the wind, leaving no trace, and even refusing to tell his name?

Feng Yaqin closed her eyes, and she seemed to still feel a faint pull in her spiritual perception, as if she had formed an inseparable bond with a certain existence, which made it impossible for her to let go easily no matter what.

"Teacher...Master..."

Suddenly, Feng Yaqin heard a faint call in her ears.

Her heart suddenly tightened, and then she came to her senses, opened her eyes and looked.

I saw Gao Ren'an staggering to his feet, his face pale and in a dishevel, but his eyes were still flashing with strong vitality.

Seeing that his disciple was safe and sound, Feng Yaqin was overwhelmed with emotions, and an indescribable emotion flashed in his eyes.

She quickly collected her thoughts, temporarily suppressed her complicated thoughts, and walked quickly to Gao Renan, her eyes full of concern.

"Ren'an, how are you?"

She asked quietly, with a hint of worry in her tone.

Li Qingyun pretended to be weak, and the words he had prepared long ago appeared in his mind one by one. He looked a little confused and murmured:

"My disciple... I was captured by an evil person who wanted to be sacrificed. He also forcefully injected a lot of power into me, almost bursting my meridians... Then my eyes went dark, and I knew nothing."

He paused, raised his head and looked at Feng Yaqin, with just the right amount of panic in his eyes:

"Master, are we meeting in the underworld now?"

Feng Yaqin felt distressed and helpless when she heard this, and could only smile bitterly:
"Silly disciple, you are not dead. We have been saved by our benefactor."

At this point, her eyes dimmed, and her voice was filled with sadness:

"However, your Uncle Qi did not survive..."

Li Qingyun pretended to be shocked and said:
"Someone saved us? Master, do you know who he is?"

Feng Yaqin raised her head, her eyes a little dazed, and shook her head:

"Master, I don't know that after that benefactor saved us, he left quietly and didn't want to leave his name. However, Master, I have a feeling that we will see him again in the future."

Hearing this, Li Qingyun felt helpless and the corners of his mouth twitched unnaturally.

Obviously, he just wanted to lurk in secret and keep a low profile, but he was inexplicably involved in the fate of others.

But he remained calm on the surface and only comforted himself in his heart: Fortunately, Feng Yaqin really doesn't know my identity, so the plan of lurking in Longhu Mountain can continue.

Just as he was about to ask Feng Yaqin indirectly about her thoughts, he saw her suddenly staring at him with a hint of surprise in her eyes:
"You...your aura is much stronger than before. Could it be that you have successfully established your foundation?"

Li Qingyun looked bewildered and shook his head:
"I don't know either. The whole process was like a dream, vague..."

Feng Yaqin frowned slightly, her heart full of doubts.

She had thought that Gao Ren'an's cultivation would be damaged because of the disaster, but she didn't expect that not only was he unharmed, but he successfully established his foundation and his strength increased greatly.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong, but she couldn't find a clue and couldn't help but become secretly alert.

After a moment, he said to Li Qingyun:

"You may have succeeded in building your foundation. However, I need to examine you carefully to see if there are any hidden dangers left by the demon."

She said, extending a hand, and said in an unquestionable tone, "Give me your hand."

Li Qingyun pretended to hesitate, then showed a submissive look and slowly stretched out his hand, but his heart was already prepared to deal with all kinds of possibilities.

The next moment, he only felt a smooth and warm touch coming from the palm of his hand, soft and boneless.

When their skin touched, a thin stream of air entered Li Qingyun's "Laogong Point" and instantly circulated throughout his body.

The Taoist Qi in his body was stimulated and began to move naturally, resisting the invasion of this external force. However, although the Qi from Feng Yaqin was thin and weak, it was extremely tenacious, tightly wrapped around like a vine, and could not be erased. Li Qingyun immediately felt that his Tao foundation was involuntarily revealed, and was exposed to the other party's mind without reservation.

Feng Yaqin was concentrating on investigating, and a huge wave of emotions had already risen in her heart.

She originally thought that her disciple had encountered some kind of evil magic and had been forcibly enhanced in strength, and she was even prepared to see traces of a vicious curse.

But as the investigation deepened, everything she sensed in her mind completely overturned her cognition.

There wasn't a single foreign aura in Gao Ren'an's meridians. The huge amount of true Qi was all genuine Longhu Mountain's Five Thunders, pure and majestic.

As the true Qi flowed, it carried the power of thunder, strong and stable.

What shocked her even more was that her disciple's foundation was extremely condensed and pure, far surpassing any foundation-building cultivator she had ever seen.

Even her own foundation of Taoism, which she was so proud of, seemed insignificant when compared with Gao Ren'an's foundation. It was like the light of a firefly compared to the scorching sun hanging high in the sky, the difference was immeasurable.

Feng Yaqin's eyes widened, her heart seemed to skip a beat, and only one thought popped into her mind:
"This is... Heavenly Dao Foundation Building!"

She held her breath and carefully felt the vast pressure of the true Qi, which was so powerful that it was beyond words.

Although she had never seen the power of the Heavenly Dao Foundation with her own eyes, she knew very well that only the Heavenly Dao Foundation of Longhu Mountain was qualified to carry such a vast force.

She even had an illusion of heinous crimes. The foundation of the young man in front of her seemed to have surpassed the legendary Heavenly Dao Foundation of Mount Longhu and the Wuji Dao Foundation of Mount Hua. It seemed to be a new interpretation of the ultimate truth of heaven and earth, exuding an indescribable majesty.

Feng Yaqin stared at her disciple in a daze. Gao Renan in front of her seemed to have become a rare fairy seedling. Although the part above the ground was still green and tender, the roots underground had already penetrated deep into the ground, stretching for thousands of miles, connecting with the entire boundless earth, absorbing the purest spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

She slowly let go of Li Qingyun's hand, her heart was in turmoil and she couldn't calm down.

In Mount Longhu, those who have established the foundation of Heavenly Dao have always been the only choice to be the next Heavenly Master's successor.

In addition to the current contemporary Heavenly Master Xu Jing Mr. Zhang Jixian, and the future Taoist, "Five Thunder Immortal" Zhang Mingyi, they are also the only two Heavenly Dao foundation-building cultivators in Longhu Mountain.

She could not hide her shock and thought in disbelief:

"Could it be that I have accepted a genius?"

He was nearly thirty years old when he succeeded in building his foundation. Originally he thought he could only continue on the path of cultivation with difficulty, but who could have imagined that he could actually achieve the Heavenly Dao Foundation that no one dared to dream of?

She originally thought it was a fairy tale, but when she thought of her disciple's terrifying talent in alchemy, the surprise in her heart seemed to subside a little.

Perhaps, people with extraordinary talents do not stick to common sense.

She raised her head, trying to look calm, and said to Li Qingyun:

"Your foundation is extremely strong, and it is very likely that you have the Heavenly Dao Foundation that is rare in a century. After returning to Longhu Mountain, the Zhengyi Sect will naturally teach you the method of cultivation for the Foundation Stage. Remember, Foundation Building is only the beginning of cultivation, and you must not be proud and complacent. I hope you can form a first-grade golden elixir soon. At that time, the Heavenly Master may personally grant you the talisman."

As she spoke, she took out a yellow paper talisman from her bosom and handed it to Li Qingyun:
"This is the 'Golden Light of Escape' talisman bestowed by your master. I will pass it to you now. As long as you inject your true energy into it, you can be teleported back to Longhu Mountain immediately."

Li Qingyun did not reach out to take the talisman, but asked seriously:
"Master, what about you?"

Feng Yaqin said calmly:

"My mission is not yet complete. I have to continue heading north to explore the remains of the pre-Qin alchemists with my fellow disciples from other sects. Since Senior Brother Qi has died, I cannot give up halfway.

"But the road ahead is long and full of dangers. I am alone now and cannot take good care of you. You should return to Longhu Mountain first. That is the safest place for you."

Li Qingyun had his own plans in mind. According to his divination, the ruins of the Taoist temple of the pre-Qin alchemist contained an opportunity that was closely related to his own destiny. Even if there was no Fengyaqin, he must not miss it.

So he shook his head, a look of determination flashed in his eyes, and he said heroically:
"I won't leave! I'd rather stay by Master's side and protect him. Even if I have to climb mountains of swords or plunge into seas of fire, I will never complain!"

Feng Yaqin was slightly shocked when she heard this. She was about to persuade him again, but suddenly she felt an indescribable strange feeling.

She looked at the disciple in front of her and discovered strangely that the mysterious bond of fate and the feeling of being connected by blood with her savior during the ritual seemed to be revived in this disciple.

She subconsciously wanted to refuse, but she couldn't bear to reject the other party's request.

"What's wrong with me? Could it be that after my cultivation was severely damaged, even my state of mind has become unstable?"

Feng Yaqin was confused and tried hard to get rid of those distracting thoughts in her mind, but her gaze towards Li Qingyun softened involuntarily, and her tone also slowed down:

"Since you have this intention, then stay with me. I...I will protect you even if it costs me my life..."

Halfway through her words, she suddenly realized that her tone was a little wrong, and she immediately closed her mouth, her cheeks slightly red, and her heartbeat accelerated involuntarily.

"How could I say such a blunt thing? My cultivation must have dropped, and there must be a demon in my heart..."

She was shocked, but she calmed herself down and immediately changed the subject:
"I'm injured and need to recuperate. We'll rest here for one night and continue our journey tomorrow."

She didn't dare to look into Li Qingyun's eyes again. She took out a jade slip from her sleeve and threw it over:
"This is the Golden Light Divine Mantra of Mount Longhu, a cultivation method for the Foundation Establishment Realm. You should comprehend it on your own first and don't disturb me."

After saying that, Feng Yaqin quickly turned her back, feeling her face still hot.

She gritted her teeth, quickly swallowed a pill, sat cross-legged, and began to regulate her breathing to recover.

But for some reason, she couldn't calm down. As soon as she closed her eyes, the figure of the tall and handsome young man appeared in front of her, and soon he turned into the appearance of his disciple Gao Ren'an, changing back and forth, like an indelible thread, pulling her emotions left and right...

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Seeing Feng Yaqin starting to regulate her breathing and recover, Li Qingyun tactfully stepped aside and sat down cross-legged.

At this moment, it is a rare opportunity to practice, and he needs to seize the time to improve his strength.

As soon as he thought about it, the mysterious palace quietly emerged in his mind.

[Remaining Qi and HP: 28,000...]

Looking at this huge "asset", a hint of excitement and determination flashed in Li Qingyun's eyes.

The energy and blood obtained after devouring the spirit slave provided him with enough resources for cultivation. It was time to improve the Nine Revolutions Yuan Gong to perfection, so as to break through the "innate" realm and move towards a whole new level of cultivation!

Thinking of this, Li Qingyun no longer hesitated, and immediately sat on the high throne of the gods, activated the magical power of "performing the law", began to sacrifice qi and blood, looked inward, and sank his mind into his body.

During meditation, Li Qingyun's consciousness gradually withdrew from his body, as if sinking into the bottom of a deep water.

Strong currents of heat surged from his dantian and gradually spread along his meridians, as if a warm tide was sweeping across his entire body.

His tightly closed eyes trembled slightly, revealing a hint of golden light.

As a large amount of qi and blood were sacrificed, his consciousness gradually became blurred, as if he had entered another illusory world.

In a state of meditation, his soul slowly left his body and his consciousness wandered in the boundless void.

At the same time, his external incarnation spontaneously appeared and turned into a container, steadily carrying the soul that had left his body.

Suddenly, Li Qingyun felt a strange force beginning to pull his body.

The power was light and ethereal, yet extremely real.

As his mind moved, the incarnation outside his body, carrying his soul, was instantly teleported hundreds of feet away!
He seemed to see himself turning into a wisp of green smoke and traveling between heaven and earth.

Then, his true energy surged in his body like clouds and mist, gradually forming a vortex around his soul.

The vortex was filled with thick fog, which was soft and ethereal, but contained vast and endless power.

Li Qingyun's mind moved, and he began to silently recite the formula of the eighth level of "Nine Revolutions Yuan Gong". The true energy in his body flowed along his meridians, gradually condensing into a thick cloud that enveloped his external incarnation.

In an instant, he felt as if his whole body had become extremely light, as if he had lifted off the ground and was free from the restraints of his body.

The wonderful feeling became stronger and stronger, as if every cell in his body was connected to the surrounding world, and he could sense the breeze, moisture, and dust in the air.

He tried to control his true energy, and suddenly with an effort, clouds and mist swirled under his feet, and his body actually rose several feet off the ground and slowly floated up!

The clouds around him seemed to be substantial, supporting his body, like lotus flowers blooming under his feet.

"This is... the power of riding the clouds!"

A feeling of ecstasy surged in Li Qingyun's heart.

With a slight thought, his true energy turned into clouds that lifted his body and rushed forward!

All I heard was the whistling sound of the wind in my ears, the scenery instantly retreated, and the whole person flew out like an arrow.

The feeling of flying was extremely strange, as if his body had become one with the heaven and earth, the clouds became his wings, and the wind became his strength.

He tried to control the direction, and the clouds under his feet moved as he wished, carrying him around in the air, as free as a dragon riding the mist.

A quarter of an hour later, he slowly landed, opened his eyes, and a look of joy appeared on his face.

The eighth level of the Nine Revolutions Yuan Gong - "Riding the Clouds and Mists"!
[Remaining Qi and Blood: 25,170 Souls]...

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(End of this chapter)