Cultivating Immortals in Two Worlds: From Qing Fu to Primordial Chaos

Chapter 47: The Dao Will Be Accomplished
Just as the pyrotechnic Taoist priests had said, many people in the Taoist temple were now keeping an eye on Yang Huai.

For a period of time, strange Taoist children and even Taoist priests appeared and wandered around the entrance of the monastery area, but Qingli was never seen, which made some people very disappointed.

"Is this guy born in the Year of the Dog? His nose is so sharp, what did he smell?"

In a corner of the alchemy room, An Sheng had an ugly look on his face, and in front of him was Mao Hong.

Mao Hong said softly.

"Brother An, it's not just us. The brothers and sisters in the water room, the bathroom, and other rooms are also watching him. I'm afraid he has also smelled something and is hiding!"

"Is there no way to force him out?"

There was a hint of coldness in the depths of An Sheng's eyes.

"He must have a few good friends around him, so he can always create some opportunities..."

Mao Hong lowered his head as if he had not heard An Sheng's mumbling. Deep down in his heart, he already felt a little regretful. Why did An Sheng do this? He went to such an extreme just for business. No matter whether he succeeded or failed, he would probably be in trouble.

Compared with one's own path, this kind of setback is actually just a small matter, right?
At this moment, he felt a little strange in his heart.

"I can't die with him..."

……

Slaughterhouse, in a side hall

Dozens of wooden jade boxes were placed in front of Yang Huai, with spiritual energy flowing around them, almost blinding his eyes. The depths of his eyes were almost glowing with golden light, which smelled like money.

"Get rich!"

Yang Huai was overjoyed at this moment. Some of these dozens of wooden boxes came from Feng Ying, who secured four orders for him in Guanhuatang, which required a total of nearly twenty small-level composite cloud pattern wood carvings and eight sub-level entry-level cloud pattern wood carvings.

These four transactions yielded nearly one hundred and four spiritual fruits above the thousand-year level. Yang Huai gave a small half to the kitchen, about forty pieces, and he and Feng Ying divided the remaining sixty-four equally, thirty-two each.

Bai Lingzhen did get nearly nine large orders and four small orders, including six orders for 42 pieces (210 pieces) of small-level composite cloud pattern wood carvings, three orders for 18 pieces (54 pieces) of entry-level cloud pattern wood carvings, and four orders for 28 pieces of single cloud pattern wood carvings. In total, 320 spiritual fruits above the thousand-year level were obtained. Yang Huai handed 120 of them to the kitchen. He did not deduct too much from this order because the number was too large and the orders were from the alchemy room, not his own people. Therefore, he handed over 120 pieces and later gave 100 spiritual fruits to Bai Lingzhen.

Because according to the cooperation agreement reached with Bai Lingzhen, two out of five composite cloud pattern wood carvings will be drawn, and for entry-level composite cloud pattern wood carvings, one out of two will be drawn (one will be drawn if two are sold, so one will be drawn if six are sold), and one out of two will be drawn (two will be sold, so one will be drawn if four are sold).

Therefore, Yang Huai only got eighty-three.

Yang Huai, on the other hand, sold 18 wood carvings by himself at the door of the woodshed, including five composite cloud pattern wood carvings, five entry-level cloud pattern wood carvings, and eight single cloud pattern wood carvings, for 56 spiritual fruits. He did not lose a single one this time and gave half to the kitchen, leaving only 28 for himself. So in the end, he had 111 spiritual fruits left (including a few spiritual fruits above 2,000 level).

This is a huge number when calculated.

There was a hint of regret in Yang Huai's eyes. He worked so hard for so long, but the biggest share went to the kitchen, and the second largest share went to Bai Lingzhen, the head of the alchemy room. As a worker, he only got a small share. But that was the reality. He didn't have Bai Lingzhen's connections, and he also needed the protection of the kitchen. Fortunately, this large amount of spiritual fruits was finally safely in his pocket. For him, this was the most important thing.

The benefits that can be obtained are the real benefits, otherwise they are just illusions that can only be seen but not touched.

"With this spiritual fruit, the Golden Yuan Five Elements Diagram can finally be completed!"

Yang Huai was full of confidence at this time. He began to take out spiritual fruits one by one and started to refine them with all his strength. However, he had no way to refine hundreds of spiritual fruits above the thousand-year level at one time. If he did so, his body would probably be contaminated by all kinds of mixed spirituality, and he would become possessed!
One can only use the slow and steady method to first refine the chaotic spirituality in the elixir, and then slowly refine the medicinal properties and integrate them into the deep of the innate Gengjin spiritual bone.

But even so, Yang Huai's aura changes every day.

In the Slaughterhouse, Taoist Yan understood it most clearly.

"This kid will soon achieve success!"

In the main hall, he looked far at the sky above the side hall and saw rays of golden spiritual energy pouring into the sky above the side hall like a whirlpool, merging with a pure innate golden light that burst out from it. An extremely pure innate Gengjin force emerged from within, faintly revealing the shadow of a sword that pierced the sky and the earth.

Those who can refine their innate nature to such a degree are rare, even inside and outside the Taoist temple.

With such a foundation, the future is truly promising.

Taoist Yan's expression changed.

After a while, the dazzling golden light faded away, and soon after, Yang Huai walked out of the side hall with a happy face. "..."

Taoist Yan didn't know why, but when he saw Qingli like this, he felt a little angry and his teeth were itching, so he spoke.

"You're out just in time. Take advantage of these few days to clean up the slaughterhouse. The hunting competition has already started. After a few days, exotic beasts will be delivered here, and perhaps there will be distinguished guests coming!"

He ordered with a straight face.

Yang Huai didn't care and took the simple broom that the other party was sweeping over.

He took a broom and began to clean the empty animal pens. These animal pens were empty, but there seemed to be many strange smells lingering inside. Yang Huai's innate spiritual perception could also sense some remaining resentment and evil thoughts. Many evil thoughts seemed to sense that there were strangers approaching, and they approached Yang Huai one after another, trying to erode his body, but they were purified and broken through by the layers of milky white Taoism around him.

"Unfortunately, I don't know the art of salvation, otherwise I could save you and help you to be reborn!"

Yang Huai pondered in his heart.

Yang Huai also looked through Qingli's memory. Although there were many Taoist scriptures in Qingli's memory, most of them explained the changes in heaven and earth, and there were no classics of salvation. Suddenly, he paused.

There is none here, but there may be none in Yuan Xiuxiu's place.

I just don’t know if the technique of transcending the heaven and earth from that other side can work here?
This thought flashed through Yang Huai's mind, but he kept it in his heart.

As the animal pens were cleaned one by one, Yang Huai felt a sense of tranquility in his mind, as if all the dust deep in his heart was also swept away. He felt clear-headed and at peace, and the spirit of King Sui in the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness was clearer, brighter, and more sparkling.

Looking closely, the spirit image of King Sui began to change. Its face vaguely overlapped with Yang Huai's own face. The two faces gradually became similar, as if it was no longer the spirit image of King Sui, but the transformation of the bright Taoist thought in his heart.

After cleaning out many animal pens, Yang Huai cleaned the dusty stone halls in the slaughterhouse. Those stone halls might have been inhabited by owners before, but now only some traces of human existence are left.

Boom! !

As a huge stone door was opened, dust rose up. Yang Huai waved his hand and a magical power rolled up layers of breeze, blowing a lot of dust out of the window. But what he saw was a slight daze in his eyes.

However, I saw many weapons hanging on the walls of this stone chamber.

Most of them are made from polished animal bones, and a small part is made of bronze.

Most of them are bone knives, bone spikes, giant axes, and bronze shields can also be seen, or some are just spears, bronze golden spears, etc.

But Yang Huai's gaze only turned slightly and fell on a long bronze weapon hanging on the left wall.

"Sword-shaped weapon!"

Yang Huai only took one glance and his eyes lit up.

At this time, outside the stone hall, the voice of Taoist Yan was heard.

"This is the weapons room. There are many relics and weapons left by the disciples of the Slaughter Hall. You can take a look. If you like any of them, you can keep them for yourself!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Huai stepped forward and took down the ancient bronze sword hanging on the wall.

This ancient bronze sword was not long, only about three feet long, and was covered in rust. However, just holding it in his hand, Yang Huai couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity. Holding it in his hand, he felt that the ancient bronze sword had become an extension of his arm, and it was easy to achieve a state of unity between man and sword.

This is the terrifying talent that the innate Gengjin sword body brings to him.

There was a gleam of light in the depths of Yang Huai's eyes.

Since entering the Taoist temple, although Yang Huai had heard of the existence of magical weapons, he had not seen anyone wearing a sword in the temple. He only heard that some of the Supreme Beings in Wanqiu City had sword-shaped weapons in their hands. Yang Huai sensed this ancient sword slightly and immediately knew that this ancient bronze sword was a "dead" sword, without spirituality and mystery. Its only possible advantage was its sharpness.

However, he could no longer suppress his curiosity and asked.

"Uncle Master Yan, which elder in the palace is this ancient sword from? Is there a matching technique to wield it?"

(End of this chapter)