The Great Way to Truth, Starting from Jiazi Laodao

Chapter 263 The Dao Lord Responds, Killing Intent Sprouts the White Emperor
Hidden Peak, Seeking the Way Academy.

The pine trees are lush and verdant, and the aroma of tea fills the air.

Bai Tingshan rose and bowed, explaining his purpose: "Reporting to the True Lord, my daughter and I have come here only to bring the demons of Wohu Mountain to seek refuge at Qiuzhen Temple, hoping to receive the True Lord's protection."

My father and I have a history with the True Lord. Two years ago, when Su Wei, also known as Hu Niu, advanced to the Qi Refining Realm, her bloodline reverted to its ancestral form, further awakening the White Tiger bloodline.

A year ago, after the Qiuzhen Temple's promotion ceremony, my daughter and I had just returned home when the Western Wilderness Tiger Clan suddenly came to our door, saying that my deceased wife was a member of the White Tiger Clan who had been separated from her family and that they wanted to take my daughter back to her ancestral home and raise her with all their might.

I used a secret technique from the Bai Ze bloodline to divine for my daughter, and discovered that if she returned to her original sect, her fate would be uncertain; only by seeking refuge with the Qiu Zhen Temple could she have a glimmer of hope.

Bai Tingshan pulled Bai Suwei to kneel down with a thud, his attitude sincere: "I have been delaying until now and am powerless to do anything. I am willing to lead the demons of Wohu Mountain to run errands for Qiuzhen Temple, serving them faithfully, and only beg the True Lord to have mercy and protect my daughter."

Bai dares not hope that the True Lord will become an enemy of the White Tiger Clan for his daughter's sake. He only hopes that the True Lord can intimidate the White Tiger Clan and make them think twice, so that if something happens in the future, they will not dare to act rashly.

If it weren't for the White Tiger Clan, I hope that if my daughter were to encounter danger in the future, she could be saved under the protection of the True Lord.

My daughter and I are willing to serve under the True Lord for the rest of our lives, devoting ourselves to his cause until our dying breath.

Xuanming gently waved his banana leaf fan, but did not reply immediately.

The White Tiger Clan is an ancient and powerful clan. Although it does not possess the deep foundation and formidable strength of the Phoenix Clan, it is still a force to be reckoned with. The White Tiger Emperor, one of the Twelve Divine Emperors of the Great Xuan Dynasty, is a testament to this.

Although he was an old acquaintance of Bai Tingshan and his daughter, it was only a chance encounter. This matter was of great importance, and he had to think it over carefully.

Bai Tingshan understood this principle and waited silently.

But Bai Suwei didn't understand. She was still young and somewhat impatient. She kowtowed three times and said in a very casual manner:
"When I was traveling in the human world, I saw that the gentry and officials of the human race would sponsor poor students who were quite knowledgeable, so that they could get a return in the future."

My bloodline and talent are extraordinary; otherwise, my family would not have traveled such a long way to come here. Although I am not the only tiger demon going to the Western Wilderness Tiger Clan this time, I am confident that I will stand out among my peers.

If I come to power in the White Tiger Clan in the future, I will surely stand together with Qiuzhen Temple and help each other. If the True Lord is willing to give me a tree, I will surely repay Qiuzhen Temple with a forest in the future.

This junior swears an oath with a sincere heart for the Way.

Bai Tingshan was stunned, clearly not expecting his daughter to say such a thing.

"You're quite direct, aren't you? You even dare to say it!"

Seeing that Tiger Girl was staring straight at him despite the oppressive aura emanating from her, Xuanming smiled. At this moment, he no longer weighed the pros and cons, nor did he want to. He didn't care whether the White Tiger Clan had enough resources or how strong they were; he would act according to his own will.

"Get up, I agree."

Bai Tingshan and his daughter were overjoyed and thanked him repeatedly. Xuanming took out a jade pendant and handed it to Hu Niu.

"This was carved in my spare time. It can protect you in critical moments. I hope you will take good care of yourself."

Tiger Girl was excited and accepted it with both hands.

Xuanming's gaze fell on Bai Tingshan, and he said, "I'm afraid you won't feel at ease unless you go to the Western Wilderness to take a look."

The Floating Cloud Mountain stretches for thirty thousand miles, and its demon race is vast. Once you return from the Western Wilderness, you will be responsible for educating the demons of Floating Cloud Mountain. Whether it's an academy, a school, or Taoist or Confucian scriptures, it's up to you and the younger generation of the temple to decide. I will only oversee the education.”

Bai Tingshan was moved and bowed deeply in gratitude.

His path is to enlighten all demons.

"Leave the rest to my junior brother."

Xuanming's gaze was gentle.

Xuanxu smiled and replied, "Don't worry, Senior Brother."

Xuanming nodded.

After Bai Tingshan and his daughter tactfully left, he finished his cold tea, vanished in a flash, and reappeared on a small boat drifting with the current, where he lay sprawled and continued to sleep.

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Time flows like water, ceaselessly rushing forward.

Refining magical power, purifying the primordial spirit, tempering the physical body, contemplating scriptures and comprehending the Dao, drawing talismans and arranging formations, researching and studying alchemy, training disciples, condensing acupoints and star spirits, cultivating the Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiend supernatural powers...

Xuanming's cultivation time is no longer fixed.

What to practice and when to practice depends entirely on one's mood. If one is in a good mood, one can practice more; if one is in a bad mood, one can take a day off.

At his level, consistent persistence is no longer effective; what he seeks is a fleeting moment of inspiration. When inspiration strikes, progress is rapid.

Without inspiration, there is stagnation.

Observe the stars at night, and examine the earth during the day.

Xuanming lived comfortably in the mountains, enjoying his position as the patriarch. He only needed to give a command, and his disciples and grand-disciples would bring him whatever he wanted. At this moment, he fully appreciated the benefits of being of high seniority.

In late summer and early autumn, the sky was high and the clouds were light, and a cool breeze was blowing, making it more comfortable to sleep. Xuanming slept for seven days and seven nights.

When his disciple Li Zizai went down the mountain to travel and came to say goodbye but couldn't find him, he had a wicked idea and tricked the spirit deer Changshou and Xuan Yan into going down the mountain to explore.

Xuanxu, feeling refreshed after a good night's sleep, came to play chess, but couldn't find anyone, so he had to make do with Xuanyang, a terrible chess player.

They slept until Ling Song was too busy to eat, and the Xuan Yang Spirit Wine was too busy to drink after it came out of the cellar.

He didn't wake up until the eighth day. He then discovered that the Taiping Jing was shining brightly. The Taiping Dao Master was actually sending him a message through this rubbing of the Taiping Jing.

Only three lines of text:
[Flowers are not flowers, mist is not mist]

[Achieve great power, and all will be clear]

[Currently in seclusion, please do not disturb.]

The three lines of text vanished in an instant, like smoke. Although the text was short, it had already resolved many of Xuanming's doubts.

really!

The last Divine Emperor had problems.

What kind of being could possibly alter the course of time? Even the Master of the Way of Peace remained vague and evasive.

Could he be a fortune teller?
Or... a legendary immortal?

Xuanming dared not think any further.

The only certainty is that if I am truly a native of this vast universe, then I must possess a great secret, involving some indescribable existence.

He sat at the table for a while, then got up and went out to boat on the lake, still feeling uneasy.

Xuanming raised his hand to summon the peach wood sword, then released his divine sense and flicked his finger.

Thousands of miles away, a sword flashed, and a peach wood sword descended from the sky. In a fleeting moment, a great demon that was devouring the flesh and blood of a pregnant woman fell.

Thirty thousand miles away, the sword light rose again. The peach wood sword flashed like lightning, and the corpse of a demon king who was causing trouble was separated.

In the four prefectural supervisory offices, the water rippled, and four supervisory officials were using a secret technique to project images and periodically transmit messages to the Great Xuan Divine Capital. As a result, the peach wood sword split into four and headed straight for the four prefectures.

The four supervising priests were beaten black and blue, their magical powers were disordered, and they needed to rest in bed for half a year.

The footage was transmitted back to the capital, and the Censorate hurriedly reported it. The Great Xuan Emperor's lips twitched, and after a long silence, he said:
"Keep the news under wraps and don't let it spread. Also, secretly send some compensation to the families of the four supervising priests who are staying in the capital."

It seems that the True Lord wanted to train the priests; it's nothing serious. He instructed the priests to take good care of their injuries.

Chief Inspector: ...

Do you even believe this reason yourself?

He secretly complained, but outwardly agreed.

The head of the Censorate came and went in a hurry.

In the Imperial Study, sitting alone in the hall, the Great Xuan Emperor crushed the rubbing of the "Huangting Zhongjing Yujing" in his hand, silently admonishing himself not to act impulsively.

On this day, Xuanming slew ten evil demons, ten powerful Qi Refining cultivators with deep karma, and a demon king.

The peach wood sword exuded a murderous aura.

But this still didn't make him feel at ease.

Taking advantage of the heightened killing intent in his heart, Xuanming stood up, passed through layers of space, and appeared in a mine with sharp golden energy 50,000 miles away from Fuyun Mountain. He sank into it, took out a piece of earth-grade Gengjin stone from his Ruyi pouch, activated a secret technique, communicated with his killing intent, and condensed the White Emperor Dharma Image.

(End of this chapter)