Xiuxian, I can travel to another world

Chapter 216 Master Ziju of Jade Void Palace

As soon as Zhu Ju left the courtyard, someone was already waiting outside with a horse in hand.

"Taoist Priest!"

Jiang, the county magistrate, dressed in a long robe, clasped his hands in a fist and bowed, a fawning smile on his face.
"The Taoist priest is truly a divine being. He can cure such a serious illness with ease. I admire him to the point of prostration."

"correct!"

"This is the Taoist priest's ordination certificate, registered under the name of a Taoist temple in this county. Please keep it safe."

Zhu Ju received the official document.

This is a document that can be unfolded, containing the Taoist priest's Taoist name, age, appearance, and affiliated Taoist temple.

The Taoist priest Ziju of Yuxu Palace in Kunlun Mountain is affiliated with Chenyuan Temple in Quguan County.

As for where Kunlun Mountain and Yuxu Palace are located...

Taoist ordination certificates are often issued in various vague and uncertain regions, depending mainly on the Taoist temple to which they are affiliated.

Jade Void Palace?
When you're traveling, you define your own identity.

Zhu Ju smiled calmly, put away his ordination certificate, and gracefully bowed while waving his whisk.
"I thank you."

He had brought up the matter of the ordination certificate a few days ago, but the other party kept making excuses, and now they have suddenly brought it out.

can only say,
Having helpful people around makes things easier.

"Of course, of course," Chief Clerk Jiang waved his hands repeatedly.

"The ordination certificate should have been delivered to the inn yesterday. It was my fault for being a day late. I am sending you a fine horse as a gift. I hope you will not take offense."

"You're too kind, Chief Clerk Jiang." Zhu Ju glanced at the horse and estimated its price in this world.

Instead of taking it, he asked:
"Was the Marquis of Zhenyuan very powerful in the process of granting titles?"

If they weren't assertive, the other party wouldn't be so afraid of retaliation that they would send such an expensive horse as an apology.

Jiang's expression changed slightly.

"Walk."

Zhu Ju understood immediately and gestured:
"We'll talk as we walk."

"Yes." Chief Clerk Jiang followed, his eyes flickering with struggle for a moment before he lowered his voice and said:

"Master, you should know that our dynasty established itself and prospered through military force, and it is customary to enfeoff kings and marquises, among which the four major marquisates are the most prominent."

"Hmm." Zhu Ju turned his head, his eyes filled with doubt.
"It seems that the Marquis of Zhenyuan is not among them."

Although he hasn't been here long, he still has this basic common sense.

Marquisate.

In the fiefdoms, the feudal lords were like emperors, possessing the power of life and death over the people within their territories.

There were also private soldiers and armies.

Therefore, it is easy for them to harbor rebellious intentions, which led to a major upheaval a couple of years ago.

"Daoist Master." Jiang, the Registrar, looked even more surprised than him and said:
“He wasn’t among them before, but the rebellion of the four marquises was suppressed, and the Marquis of Zhenyuan is now one of the strongest marquises.”

Zhu Ju slapped his forehead, suddenly realizing what was happening.

Two years ago, the various fiefdoms of the Great Qi rebelled against the king's orders, led by four marquises, but the rebellion was quickly suppressed.

The feudal lords were exterminated.

New warlords are rising.

Marquis Zhenyuan was one of them.

"To prevent a repeat of the same mistake, starting last year, His Majesty ordered all the princes and marquises of the fiefdoms to send hostages to the capital to receive instruction on how to be subjects."

“When the hostage returns to succeed his father, there will be no need to worry about disobeying the king’s orders and committing such rebellious acts again.”

Chief Clerk Jiang continued:

"If the heir of the Marquis of Zhenyuan were to encounter misfortune in this county while he was in the capital, even the county magistrate would lose his official position."

"so……"

"The Taoist priest has done us a great favor!"

That's it!

Zhu Ju suddenly realized.

The hostages sent to the capital for 're-education' were theoretically chosen by the emperor as the successors to his fiefdom.

When he reaches a certain age and the old marquis passes away, he will return to inherit the fiefdom, which will naturally arouse resentment from others.

It's not surprising that they were poisoned to get rid of him; there's never any kinship among powerful and wealthy families.

…………

Inn.

"Crack!"

The flint struck, and a spark ignited the oil lamp.

Although he could already see the night as day, Zhu Ju still habitually lit an oil lamp when reading at night.

It's a habit, you could say.

It reminded him that he was once just an ordinary person.

The True Martial Scripture!
It's a thin booklet with beautiful handwriting, likely written by a woman.

In addition to the more than a thousand words of the cultivation method, the booklet also contained nearly two thousand words of detailed explanation, which was quite convenient for Zhu Ju, who had never been exposed to the cultivation methods of this world.

The founding emperor of the Great Qi Dynasty came from humble origins, and it is said that his martial arts skills were bestowed by heaven.

He can learn any martial arts technique in the world at a glance and master it in one go; he is a martial arts prodigy who appears once in a thousand years.

His self-created Emperor Dragon Fist was hailed as invincible in the world, and he single-handedly swept across the land to establish the Great Qi.

He is known as a living immortal!
There are definitely exaggerations in the rumors.

But it is certainly true that the founding emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty was a powerful military leader.

The True Martial Scripture was indeed created by the other party, but it was an early cultivation method that had long been abandoned.

"No internal energy?"

"I have no magic power!"

Zhu Ju flipped through the Zhenwu Scripture, his expression gradually becoming solemn:

"Simply tempering the physical body can actually restore flesh and blood to their original state, even enabling one to split mountains and cleave seas?"

"Incredible!"

The martial arts of this world do not involve true qi, magic power, or the soul at all; they are purely based on the physical body.

According to the Zhenwu Classic.

By cultivating the "True Martial Scripture" to perfection, one can become a Grandmaster of the First Rank.

At that time, the physical body will be able to ignore divine weapons and sharp tools, and the fists and feet will be able to shatter meteorite iron from outer space, making it even stronger than the Nine Apertures Innate.

If we open the divine treasure...

The physical body can withstand the attacks of a Foundation Establishment cultivator!
It's not that his physical body is comparable to a Dao Foundation cultivator, but that he can directly confront a Dao Foundation cultivator wielding a top-grade magic weapon.

"hiss!"

Zhu Ju gasped, flipped the True Martial Scripture to the middle section, and found the key to restoring the physical body to its innate state.

"Unity of spirit and body!"

The Qi and Blood Martial Arts method strengthens Qi and Blood, and nourishes the physical body with Qi and Blood; this is only a cultivation method of the lower three grades.

Entering the energy.

Tempering flesh and blood with strength and mastering Ming Jin, An Jin, and Gang Jin are the secrets of cultivation for the middle three ranks.

The top three grades.

Transcending the mundane and achieving unity of spirit and body.

This step requires the practitioner to integrate their martial will into their flesh and blood, so that there is spirit in their fist.

Only by using such gestures and movements can one possess immense strength and invincible power.

"Martial arts will?"

Zhu Juhe performed the exercise and closed his eyes in deep thought.

By using pure martial arts will to break through the limits of the human body, the physical body returns to its innate state, and one advances to the third rank.

This is the key to martial arts in this world.

A third-rank martial artist possesses a physical body enhanced by martial will, making their flesh and blood immune to metal objects. "No wonder Meng Yu was willing to use this skill as a bargaining chip; the True Martial Scripture is probably only practiced by the founding monarch."

"At least, they can't cultivate to the top three ranks."

“Unlike other cultivation methods, the True Martial Scripture requires the intervention of another person’s will to be successfully cultivated, making it a kind of evil method for quick results.”

"what?"

Zhu Ju frowned in confusion, then raised an eyebrow:
"I see!"

The martial arts are pure.

The same applies to the will to fight.

Using the will of others to temper one's own body is obviously an evil practice and an anomaly, but there is one exception.

General!

A general who commands a large army.

Such people share life and death with their soldiers and men, and are connected by blood and qi, so they can naturally use divine will to refine their bodies.

The founding emperor of the Great Qi Dynasty was no ordinary man; besides being a martial arts master, he was also a general who commanded a million soldiers.

A military commander can command the fighting spirit and will of his troops, using it to temper his body and climb to the third rank.

The founding emperor was even more so!
"If one could command an army of a million and command the will of a million people to serve one person, then..."

"What's so difficult about being invincible in the world?"

"The Emperor's Dragon Fist, no wonder it is called the number one fist technique in the world. However, this fist technique is probably only invincible when it is performed by the emperor. The power of it when performed by others is probably not even one ten-thousandth of that of the emperor."

Zhu Ju lightly tapped the table, seemingly lost in thought:
"However, Meng Yu has misunderstood. My physical body has already surpassed the realm of returning to the innate state, and is even no weaker than a first-grade grandmaster in this world."

"I don't need to cultivate the True Martial Scripture; I only need to learn from its methods of unifying the spirit and body and opening the divine treasure."

"Shh!"

Zhu Ju closed the book and stood up, pacing back and forth.

"The martial arts of this world, when cultivated to their peak, are somewhat similar to the body-refining techniques of the Dao Foundation Realm. If one can master them, they can also serve as a trump card."

"The Divine Treasure?"

"I wonder if there are other realms after the Divine Treasury. The cultivation of the founding emperor of the Great Qi Dynasty was definitely far beyond the Divine Treasury."

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The next day.

It's not yet daybreak.

"drive!"

"Xu..."

Two armored soldiers leaped off their horses, darted into the inn, grabbed one of the men, and shouted:
"Where does Master Ziju live?"

"what!"

The other party was stunned and panicked, unable to react in time, before being violently thrown aside by the impatient soldiers.

"waste!"

"Master Ziju!"

The soldiers roared, their voices echoing in all directions:
"My young master's illness has relapsed. Please, Taoist priest, accompany us to treat him."

"How could this be?" Zhu Ju, who had just finished breakfast, emerged from behind the wall, looking puzzled.

"The lesion was removed yesterday, and after a period of rest, it should not recur."

"That's all."

He shook his head slightly:
"Lead the way."

"Yes." The soldier was overjoyed.
"Please follow me, Taoist priest."

The two men turned and took a step, each step covering two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters), and with a single pull, they dragged the horse, weighing over a thousand jin (approximately 500 kilograms), over.

"Taoist Master, please mount your horse!"

Fifth-rank martial arts master!

The famous Zhang Guanzhu of Quguan County may not be as important as any random soldier by the side of the Marquis of Zhenyuan's son.

…………

bedroom.

Prince Zhao An lay unconscious on the bed. Unlike yesterday, his forehead was slightly blackened today.

These are symptoms of a highly toxic substance entering the body.

Zhu Ju sat by the bedside, closed his eyes, and took the patient's pulse.

Apart from Meng Yu, who was replaced by Meng Yi by the Crown Prince, there was no one else in the room.

"Well……"

He withdrew his hand and lightly waved his whisk:

It's not a disease.

Yesterday the disease was in the internal organs, today the poison is in the blood and marrow; one is insidious and slow to take effect, the other is fierce and rapid.

and so.

It's a new disease.

Someone else has tampered with the Crown Prince.

This child is pitiful; he is surrounded by people who want him dead, and he suffers from illness at such a young age.

"Yes." Meng Yu's face was grim, her eyes flashing with murderous intent.
"Although I don't know much about medicine, I can tell that today's symptoms are different from yesterday's."

"However, I investigated everyone who had contact with the Crown Prince in the past few hours and found nothing amiss."

"Miss Meng needs no explanation." Zhu Ju smiled faintly.
"I am merely a healer."

He then took out his acupuncture bag again, performed the acupuncture according to the prescribed method, wrote a prescription, and handed it over.

"Take the medicine according to the prescription, and it will be cured after three doses."

Having traveled through several worlds and learned many wonderful methods, he is quite skilled at dealing with external poisons.

The claim that it can cure diseases instantly is by no means an exaggeration.

"Thank you, Daoist Master." Meng Yu said gratefully.

"The young master has been frail and sickly since childhood, and his health is poor. I wonder if he could accompany us to the capital?"

"This..." Zhu Ju paused slightly, then shook his head and said:
"I have made an appointment to visit a friend on a long trip, and I don't have any free time recently, but I will go to Shenjing."

"I see!" Mengyu thought for a moment and said:

"If you go to the capital, I hope you will come to Tianxingfang, where the princes and their sons are all settled."

"Tianxingfang." Zhu Ju nodded.
"I understand."

night.

No stars or moon.

A dark figure silently leaped over the courtyard wall, its feet landing without making a sound, like cat's paws.

His figure moved along the corner of the wall like a ghost, appearing in front of the window and gently placing a single palm on it.

He released a slight burst of energy.

"Crack!"

The wooden hinge of the window sash was broken by the shock from a distance.

A dark figure flung open the window and leaped into the room. After a quick glance, it pounced on the bed, a flash of dark light appearing in its hand.

"puff!"

The sharp blade pierced the bed, but the feeling was quite strange; it didn't have the solid feel of piercing a human body.

"Wow..."

The room lights came on.

Meng Yu stood in the center of the field with a gloomy expression.

"Indeed, someone intended to assassinate me." Zhu Ju put down the tinderbox, stood behind Meng Yu, and sighed.

"Fortunately, Miss Meng reminded me, otherwise I fear I would have already been harmed."

"You're too kind, Daoist Master. If it weren't for the young master's illness, you wouldn't be in this predicament." Meng Yu looked at the shadowy figure.
"who are you?"

Why did you want to harm the Crown Prince?

(End of this chapter)