The ancestor is incompetent!

Chapter 51: Netherworld Cold Spring
"In the water?" Zhang Qi was a little surprised. "But there aren't any big rivers or lakes near the Guangyuan Mountains?"

Li Yuan stretched out his slender five fingers, caught a drop of rain on his palm, felt the source of the water, and said softly: "In the vast ocean, there are countless sea beasts.

I have read the ancient books in the Sutra Repository and found that many ancient books have recorded the outbreak of beast tides.

1,200 years ago, there was a beast tide. Ancient books said, "The sea rose and the earth sank, and the south was cut off into an island. There were hundreds of millions of beasts, which ate spirits and swallowed up immortals."

Going back 1,800 years, there were records of beast tides, and even more than 3,000 years ago, there was another major beast tide.

Judging from the time, the Nanjue Continent will experience a rise in the sea and a sinking of the earth, and a tide of beasts will arrive probably every six hundred years, or one thousand two hundred years.

When I came out of retreat this time, I noticed that the Qi state of heaven and earth had turned into the legendary source of water overcoming earth. I think the sea beast tide is not far away. I am afraid that it will not take long for the sect to tell the truth to all the disciples. "

"Shenming."

"Cuck!"

Li Yuan called out, and the black crow responded immediately.

"When I go into seclusion, it's a matter of life and death. If there really is a war, I won't be able to protect you. Let Shen Ming stay with you for a while, and he can be of use in a critical moment.

These five mid-grade spirit stones will be your nourishment for cultivation. Please take good care of Chen Ming for me.

Go for it. "

Zhang Qi seemed to have guessed something when he heard this, and immediately bowed down and said, "Master, rest assured, I will take good care of Shen Ming and wait for you to come out of retreat.

Disciple congratulates Master on his immortal journey!"

Watching Zhang Qi and Chen Ming leave, Li Yuan stood alone in the courtyard. Apart from the sound of falling rain, there was no other sound.

When Chen Guan in Lingfeng Hall finished reading the handwritten secret letter sent by Zhang Qi, he couldn't help but sigh: "Junior Brother Li's determination to pursue the Tao is indeed very strong! Has he already reached that step?"

Zhang Qi didn't dare to ask, he just lowered his head and stood beside the peak master, thinking that his master had already made arrangements for his last wishes. He was very smart, so how could he not see that his master was making arrangements for his last wishes? If he failed in this retreat, he would die.

The letter may also mention that if the master unfortunately dies, the inheritance will be inherited by him as a disciple.

But Zhang Qi was not excited, because he knew that only if the master was alive could he go further. If the master really took that step, what he would get would be a hundred times more precious than a legacy!
In the bustling Qi Ling Sect, the disciples were busy with their daily affairs, some enjoyed chatting with friends, some practiced hard in the cave, and some formed gangs for fame and fortune...

This remote courtyard on the northwest side of Qi Lingmen is shrouded in a large formation all year round. It is far away from the hustle and bustle and little known to the world.

In the mountain gate, there is such an Elder Li Yuan, but his name has only become a rumor spread by the younger disciples from the elders. They say that this elder has very poor spiritual roots but can become an elder in just sixty years. He is a role model for their generation of disciples.

But there are always people with extraordinary talents in every generation. After all, the deeds of the past cannot be compared with the shining geniuses of their peers in front of them, and their fame overshadows the deeds of their predecessors.

The rain from the sky was falling continuously, and the rivers, lakes and streams in the Guangyuan Mountains were all filled with water. The water level gradually rose and submerged the plains.

The rain continued for six months without stopping, until the cold winter when it turned into continuous snow.

In the quiet room, Li Yuan was concentrating and visualizing a rain, and this kind of rain was spring rain.

Just to make that little green sprout grow.

What one realizes through Taoist meditation is visualized within and seen as scenery without. When it is fully nurtured in the primordial spirit, it is to elevate the heavenly spirit to manifest in the outside world, and then combine the images of heaven and earth, and use a ray of authority from a certain Taoist school to evolve into supernatural powers.

This is the method of seeking truth in harmony with the Tao that Li Yuan wants to follow. It is an ancient method that is difficult to achieve in today's world.

Fortunately, he had the blessing of Tianyi Yuanshui, and he himself was the spiritual guide of Yuanshui. Even if the images of heaven and earth were not in harmony at that time, Li Yuan could forcibly mobilize a wisp of Yuanshui's power to merge with Daoshen and evolve magical powers.

But nurturing Dao Ginseng is not a simple matter. The two peak masters, Wang Qiu and Helian Wei, have been at the peak of Qi Refining for many years. It took them several decades to nurture Dao Ginseng before they chose to take the risk and take that step.

Now, with the help of the power of spiritual objects, Li Yuan has planted the Taoist ginseng and has completed the bone condensation, which can be regarded as the peak of Qi refining.

However, after planting the Dao Ginseng, it needs to be nurtured to grow to perfection before a breakthrough can be achieved. Otherwise, the magical powers will be incomplete and the person will most likely die.

Every day Li Yuan would visualize the green bud in his spiritual altar, nurturing it day and night. It took half a year before it grew one foot taller, had three more thin branches, and grew a few green leaves.

He knew that the matter could not be rushed, so he relaxed and occasionally walked into the courtyard to look at the sky.

On this day, it was a snowy winter night. The snow in the yard had piled up to the calf level. It was the most yin time when midnight and night met, and an astonishing aura rose from the southeast.

The sky was bright and clear, and the sound of gurgling springs could be heard faintly all around, as if a cold stream was flowing eastwards, winding around the snow-capped banks.

"This is... the image of heaven and earth. Someone has actually entered the realm of true cultivation!"

Li Yuan was shocked. This person was most likely a cultivator of the Water Virtue Sect, who made use of the intention of this snowy and cold day to achieve success in one fell swoop!
"Who can have such a great appearance?"

To the southeast, there seems to be only the Chouyun Mountain.

"Yu Guhong! Could it be Yu Guhong!?" Li Yuan suddenly woke up. There was no sect in the southeast direction. The outskirts of Tianxia Mountains were tens of thousands of miles away. If the cultivators over there broke through, even if Li Yuan was very sensitive to the changes in water virtues, he would not be able to sense it from thousands of miles away.

Then there must be a cultivator in the Sorrow Cloud Mountain who has made a breakthrough! Compared with Wang Xingyi, an old cultivator who has not yet reached perfection, the always low-key Yu Guhong is more likely!
"Could this be the cold and secluded waterway under the Guishui in the Water Virtue? Judging from this image, it seems to be the magical power [Cold Stream Clear and Bright] recorded in our sect!"

Li Yuan had been an elder in the Sutra Repository for many years, so he was certainly not an ignorant new disciple. He could guess the magical powers of cultivation just by imagining things.

Because there are not many techniques in the sect that can be truly practiced, although the magical powers that evolve are different due to different Taoist roots.

But after all, our ancestors thousands of years ago had already cultivated a general idea and had a rough description of various magical powers and images. Combined with Li Yuan's understanding of the virtue of water, it is probably correct.

"I didn't expect that Senior Brother Yu was the one who truly hid himself and soared into the sky."

Li Yuan silently recalled the memories about Gu Hong. This taciturn and eccentric elder was even more low-key and stable than himself. It seemed that he did not have enough skills and experience to be so low-key.

From now on, when I see Yu Guhong again, I may have to call him Old Ancestor Yu.

On Chouyun Mountain, some disciples who were sleeping were awakened and felt cold all over, even their hearts seemed to be calm. A stream was flowing down from the mountain. Many awake disciples were staring at the stream suspended in the air in amazement. The ice and snow on the mountain turned into a cold stream flowing down in the blink of an eye.

The spiritual energy between heaven and earth flows toward the top of the mountain like birds returning to their nests and rivers in the sea.

Wang Xingyi stared at the top of the mountain in shock. He didn't even notice that the stream flowing down had wet his clothes. The elder just stared at the man on the top of the mountain with his eyes like dead fish.

I felt shock, disbelief, regret and dissatisfaction in my heart.

He is also an elder who practices the art of cold qi. He also knows that there is a secret at the bottom of the mountain. Moreover, he is a direct descendant of the Qifeng Wang family. He originally just spent his days guarding the Chouyun Mountain, but he never expected that this secret could enable one to become a true cultivator!
Wang Xingyi's heart was filled with resentment and regret. If he had been allowed to practice at the foot of the mountain when the residence of Sorrow Cloud Mountain was first built, maybe it would be him, Wang Xingyi, who became a true cultivator tonight! He had worked hard for the sect for so many years, but in the end, his chance to practice was so easily given to others.

He, Yu Guhong, can achieve true cultivation, establish a foundation, and live to be more than five hundred years old, becoming a true cultivation ancestor respected by thousands of people.

And I am just a small Qi-refining cultivator, and in a few decades I will turn into a pile of dry bones. How unfair is this to him?

On the mountain top, Yu Guhong stopped practicing and took a breath. The cold springs in the sky disappeared. He raised his hand, and the falling snow stopped.

The grim old man now looked much softer and sighed, "I have been practicing for 170 years and finally succeeded at the last minute."

He stepped in the air step by step, and ripples appeared under his feet. Just like walking on the calm water without floating or sinking, he came to the foot of the mountain.

"Congratulations to the ancestor for achieving true cultivation and may the immortal path last forever!"

All the disciples reacted and bowed down in joy and surprise.

This passionate voice like thunder and fire woke up the dazed Wang Xingyi. When he came to his senses, he found that the man was standing not far from him.

He wanted to open his mouth to say something, but he felt something blocking his throat and he couldn't make a sound.

So, he could only bow and salute. The moment his waist bent, it seemed as if all of Wang Xingyi's strength was drained.

"Everyone, get up. The affairs of Chouyun Mountain must not be spread to outsiders. If the news is leaked, you will be guilty of a serious crime!"

Yu Guhong's cold voice rang out, frightening all the disciples and making them tremble, and they all nodded in response.

After sending everyone away, Yu Guhong looked at Wang Xingyi, who looked somewhat numb, and said calmly, "Your hands and feet were not clean when Helian Wei died back then."

"Boom~"

For a moment, Wang Xingyi felt as if the sky was falling. These words completely brought out the fear in his heart.

With a plop, he knelt in the snow and said in a trembling voice: "Forgive me, ancestor. I did not conceal it on purpose!"

"Do you know why the ancestor chose me and not you when he discovered the Netherworld Cold Spring at the bottom of the Sorrow Cloud Mountain?" Yu Guhong had no mercy on his face, and continued:
"Back then, three of Qi Feng's direct descendants went out, but you were the only one who returned. Even under the questioning talisman, you still refused to reveal anything.

From that time on, the ancestor no longer considered you as his direct descendant."

"Why should I be suspected?" Wang Xingyi became crazy upon hearing this, and shouted angrily: "So many disciples and outsiders went to Huaiyang Mountain back then, but you have to suspect me?"

"You cannot fathom the ancestor's magical powers. The human heart may be hard to predict, but the magical powers and destiny cannot be denied!"

Yu Guhong sneered, glanced at the angry old man lying in the snow, turned around and left.

Wang Xingyi's eyes were filled with disbelief and his heart was shocked. He knelt in the snow in a daze, recalling what happened that year.

"Impossible, I did it perfectly! Even if a true cultivator didn't come and see it in person, he wouldn't be able to tell!
It was Yu Guhong who deceived me! It was definitely Yu Guhong who deceived me! Back then, I had already used the evil heart poison of the Dusha Dao to deceive my heart. Even I didn’t know this when I was questioning my conscience! "

In the wind and snow, a shadow fell on him.

Wang Xingyi raised his head in a daze, and the hunchbacked old man's cloudy single eye was reflected in his eyes. He hurriedly bowed and said, "Ancestor!"

The old man in front of him had his only remaining eye full of disappointment, and he said calmly: "Back then, my nephew, who had reached the end of his life, knelt in front of me with his last bit of strength before he died, begging me to give you a chance.

I didn't reply to him. Later, the younger generation in the clan said that when he died, he was kneeling in the direction I left.

Your grandfather worked hard for the sect all his life, and for the sake of my nephew, he did not punish you.

But if you want to ask why it is Yu Guhong today and not you.

Then I will reply to you. When you were in Huaiyang Mountain, did you ever feel a little pity for your two brothers?"

Wang Xingyi went insane upon hearing this, and muttered, "Impossible! I will never expose what happened back then."

A sigh came from above, and the one-eyed old man turned and left, saying only: "Have you forgotten the ancestral order of our Wang family?"

Wang Xingyi muttered to himself in a daze: "Qi Xintian listens, Xuanyuan observes fate.

Can you really predict your fate? Predict your fate! Predict your fate! Impossible! It’s all fake!”

Snow fell all over the sky, like goose feathers and willow catkins, piling up in thick layers. The figures in the snow were gradually buried in pure white, and the mountains and rivers were clear and bright with white snow.

At the bottom of the mountain, beside the Netherworld Cold Spring, Yu Guhong saw the one-eyed old man and bowed, saying, "Greetings, ancestor."

"You are now a true cultivator, so there is no need to call me that." Wang Xun waved his hands, his face showing no joy but rather some sadness.

"The ancestor has been working hard for the sect for hundreds of years. He has given me a lot of grace. I dare not call you equal, so I will respect you as my uncle."

Yu Guhong replied modestly.

"Never mind, it's just some empty reputation." Wang Xun shook his head and sighed, "I have been a member of the Zongshe clan all my life, and my blood relationship is just like this."

Yu Guhong was stunned and said, "Wang Xingyi..."

"Of course he died in meditation." Wang Xun did not avoid the question, "He was affected by the evil heart poison and had a paranoid personality. The death of Helian Wei back then had a lot to do with him.

The days ahead are not the time to be soft-hearted. Since you are involved with the Dusha Dao, you should die early and clean up the inside."

Yu Guhong had no doubts about Wang Xingyi's death. He just bowed and said, "Master, you have a far-sighted vision. Everyone in the sect will understand your painstaking efforts."

“Let’s not talk about those younger generations.” Wang Xun brushed it off and looked at the Netherworld Cold Spring. After carefully observing it for a while, he said, “This spring is a high-level spiritual object of the Xuan Rank. Even if you have used up 70% of its cold energy and yin power, if you nurture it for another 300 years, it will recover 70% to 80%, and it can help another cold energy cultivator break through to the True Cultivation Stage.

It can be used five or six more times at most before it is completely worn out. This place is related to the thousand-year inheritance plan of the sect, and it cannot be lost. You stay here and consolidate your power so that you can become a master as soon as possible."

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　　Thanks to everyone for their love, I decided to burst out, from now on two chapters a day, adding up to about 7,000 to 8,000 words, about one chapter a little after midnight, and one chapter around 1:00 p.m. Thank you all for your sincere support, I will stick to it!

　　
　
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