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

Chapter 8 Eight Characters
Yang Huai stepped forward and replaced the Taoist boy named Chang Geng.

After handing Yang Huai a pair of gold-thread gloves woven from silk, this Taoist boy, who was quite sturdy, almost sat down on the log next to him, with sweat pouring down his forehead.

"Hoohoo!"

His breaths were beating like drums in his chest.

The Taoist boy on the other side looked at this scene, his already bitter expression suddenly became even more bitter, and at the same time he cursed Qingli silently in his heart.

The two brothers could have endured the hardship together, but now he was suffering alone. He felt that the firewood in his hands weighed a thousand pounds. However, with the pyrotechnician present, he could only curse in his heart.

Yang Huai took the special pair of gloves.

Yang Huai came to the firewood pile. The gold-thread gloves worn on his hands emitted invisible golden rays that extended from his hands and covered part of the skin on his torso. This was to prevent the Taoist boy's skin from directly contacting some spiritual wood or poisonous wood and being injured by them.

"What a miraculous method!"

Yang Huai looked at this scene, and his expectations for the mysterious Taoism became even higher.

At this time, he walked forward, picked up some of the chopped firewood, and piled it under the eaves on one side.

The texture of some of these firewoods is very special, with extremely high density and weight comparable to copper and iron. Even Yang Huai could feel some of their weight. Fortunately, he practiced the Zhoutian Heart Method, adjusted his breathing rhythm, and quickly adapted.

He walked lightly, moving back and forth between the piles of firewood again and again.

But he didn't show any abnormal reaction.

The next two hours were his duty period, which was equivalent to four hours in his memory. It was not a short time and he still needed to maintain his physical strength.

Two hours later, another Taoist boy from the kitchen came to take his turn.

This is the rule of the Taoist temple.

For an average Taoist boy, two hours is already the limit. If it lasts longer, it might damage his foundation.

These two hours were extremely difficult for the Taoist children in the kitchen.

Not long after, another Taoist boy in luxurious clothes walked into the kitchen and replaced the other Taoist boy.

At this time, he glanced at where Yang Huai was, and muttered with a smile.

"Oh, Qingli, you are much more active this time than I thought! But it's useless to act like this in the kitchen. The four uncles have no intention of accepting disciples yet!"

Yang Huai glanced at the Taoist boy in luxurious clothes and ignored him.

Deep in his sea of ​​consciousness, Qingli couldn't help but feel dissatisfied.

"Feng Ying is such a disgusting guy, he has a foul mouth and is so abominable!"

He was chattering in the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness at this moment, but his words gave a very complicated feeling to the Taoist boy.

There's a hint of jealousy, and also a hint of... gratitude?

Yang Huai obtained a lot of memory fragments about the Taoist boy in front of him from Qingli's memory.

Feng Ying was born into a clan in the Xihuang Kingdom. Most clans have extraordinary heritage. Even though Feng Ying's ancestors were not prominent, they had abilities that were completely different from other Taoist children. For example, Feng Ying had a physique that was completely different from that of ordinary humans since he was a child, whether it was endurance or strength.

In the past, Feng Ying often teased and played tricks on the weak Qingli.

But the two are not mortal enemies, on the contrary, their relationship is pretty good.

Seeing that Qingli ignored him, Feng Ying suddenly became unhappy. He just looked at the pyrotechnician who was chopping huge trees on the side. He was a little afraid, so he just muttered something and started moving the huge trees.

Feng Ying was already prepared to laugh at Qing Li later, because according to past experience, within an hour Qing Li would be sweating profusely and too tired to move. At that time, he would need his help, otherwise he might not be able to make it.

The Taoist priest who works the fire in the kitchen will not tolerate any Taoist boy being lazy, otherwise he will be starved at best and whipped and kicked out of the kitchen at worst.

This is also the reason why Qingli has complicated feelings towards Fengying, because although this guy is a bit of a chatterbox, he is actually a warm-hearted person.

But what surprised Feng Ying was that after an hour, although Qingli's forehead was sweating, he was not as miserable as before. Two hours later, Yang Huai's heartbeat only slightly accelerated deep in his chest.

"Although my Qi and blood have improved a bit due to my extraordinary talent, the time it takes for my internal organs to be nourished by the medicine is still not enough. It will take some time!"

Yang Huai knew the reason very well.

Seeing two other Taoist children coming over to take over, Yang Huai put down his golden gloves and left.

"Ugh……"

Feng Ying originally wanted to call out to Yang Huai from behind, but due to the sake of face he did not speak a word. However, his eyes were full of suspicion and gossip.

"Could this kid have fallen into some Taoist's trap? If so, this kid is probably doomed..."

He muttered to himself.

With his status, he could only avoid falling into traps for now, but he would never dare to ruin the good deeds of those celestial beings and supreme beings.

There was vigilance in his eyes.

Between kindness and self-preservation, he naturally prefers the latter.

After simply eating a piece of tasteless dried meat, Yang Huai continued his afternoon practice. He focused part of his energy on studying the sixth and seventh original character pictures, and first successfully identified the sixth original character picture "精".

"Jing" represents the origin. The successful recognition of this original character allowed him to gain a deeper understanding of the connection between his own origin and the meridians and acupoints.

It has to be said that if he did not have knowledge of the various meridians, acupoints, qi and blood in the physical body that far surpassed his peers of this era, it would probably be difficult for him to understand the word "essence" in a short period of time.

He could also understand why other Taoist children were reluctant to choose the sixth, seventh, and eighth characters, because the Taoist temple's summary of "essence", "qi", and "spirit" was very scattered and not as specific as Yuan Xiuxiu said.

The remaining time is spent on continuing to practice the small Zhoutian of the Zhoutian Heart Method.

He intentionally slowed down some of the progress to avoid attracting too much attention.

After moving the small circulation several times in a row, Yang Huai felt a change in his body that he had never experienced before. An extremely pure aura emanated from his right arm and quickly merged into the medicine in his body, causing his physical body's qi and blood to grow rapidly. His muscles and bones no longer needed to be slowly tempered like a gentle fire, but instead underwent a direct transformation of their texture.

Yang Huai called it a metamorphosis, which shows how amazing the change is.

"this is……!"

At this moment, Yang Huai could feel that with every breath he took, his internal organs were undergoing a transformation under the nourishment of this innate essence, which was fully comparable to his years of hard training. Two balls of pure red flames were leaping on his shoulders, crystal clear and spotless.

“Is this the innate essence?”

Yang Huai felt this astonishing change and was extremely surprised.

He had heard Yuan Xiuxiu mention that the Zhoutian Heart Method was a secret technique for strengthening the foundation and nourishing the vital energy. If one had special talents or physique, they could be tapped into during the small Zhoutian stage to improve one's own qualifications.

Apparently, the innate talent carried by Qingli's main destiny began to take effect after being transferred by the Zhoutian Heart Method.

"That's good, let me see how far this Xiantian Sword Bone can advance the Zhoutian Heart Method!"

There was some anticipation in the depths of Yang Huai's eyes. According to his ability to gain destiny through empathy, he had hope of obtaining this special destiny, which meant possessing the qualifications of an innate sword bone.

At nightfall, Yang Huai once again handed his body back to Qingli for safekeeping, and returned to the Yang family enclosure to continue his work.

He also did not forget the carpentry work.

With sufficient power, his movements became more and more agile.

In the woodworking room, the prototypes of several small desks and dressing tables appeared one after another.

After two days and nights of going back and forth like this, Yang Huai finally learned the three original characters of "jing", "qi" and "ling" one after another!
After gathering the basic requirements of the eight original characters, he did not delay and came to the inner hall of the Taoist temple to ask for the true record. At the same time, he applied to enter the inner hall to listen to the Taoist master's teachings on the fundamental law during the next one and a half months of preaching.

(End of this chapter)