Starting from the Tiger Demon Yaksha, the demon immortality

Chapter 189, 188: Inner Realm Manifested Outwardly, Wondrous and Majestic Divine Realm

"Many thanks to Brother Taiyi for your help this time."

"Saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-story pagoda. Brother Dao, your act of distributing elixirs and relieving suffering is of immeasurable merit, and you truly deserve the name of 'hearing cries for help in times of distress.'"

Seeing that the senior monk was about to speak, the old Taoist priest felt goosebumps all over his body and quickly interrupted him:
"Alright, alright, stop with the sentimentality. Saving lives is urgent, so if you're going, just go now."

"Remember, the pills I gave you are no ordinary ones. If an ordinary person were to ingest them, they would come out the same way, without even being able to break the outer protective layer."

"To maximize its effectiveness, you need to use your true essence to dissolve it. This bottle of pills is enough for the entire county."

Taiyi's eyes flickered as he spoke, and he gave repeated instructions.

Qi Ci readily agreed, packed his things, and then turned and left, heading straight into the distance.

Once the monk's figure had completely disappeared, Master Taiyi couldn't help but reveal a hint of smugness, but also a touch of suspicion.

Li Cunxiao's cultivation level is getting closer and closer to the perfection of the Yellow Court, and he is currently preparing to find a time to confront his opponent.

Unfortunately, Qici was keeping a close watch on them, and the Medicine King Academy seemed to be busy refining pills, so there was no way to get Li Cunxiao out unnoticed.

Who knew that what I was looking for would come to me like a pillow when I was sleepy?

Qi Ci suddenly took the initiative to come to Taiyi, hoping that Taiyi could lend a hand in dealing with the plague in Xiayi County.

To be honest, he also suspected that the monk might be deliberately luring the snake out of its hole, but the monk was known for his hatred of evil and his public-spiritedness, so it didn't seem out of place for him to do so.

Taiyi himself was not short of money, so he simply went with the flow and took out some of his best treasures to refine a batch of elixirs for Qici.

These elixirs are all genuine and of high quality, more than enough to solve the plague in a county.

But as he just said, to maximize the medicinal effect, a master must use their true energy to activate it.

To cover an entire county, even Dezheng wouldn't be able to do it; it would have to be someone of Qici's caliber to avoid getting themselves killed halfway through the rescue.

This was Taiyi's test and a calculated move, which Qici accepted openly and honestly.

"Whether you are a true gentleman or pretending not to know, I cannot wait that long."

Taiyi sensed Qici's departing aura and reviewed the situation repeatedly, but indeed found no flaws.

Outside Pingdingshan, the sun sets in the west, and the autumn sunset seems to have little warmth, only a sense of desolation.

"Young boy."

Taiyi stroked his son's tombstone, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Decades ago, because of her selfishness and indifference, she caused the death of her only son;
Guilt and remorse lingered in his heart until today, when he was about to confront Li Cunxiao. Looking back on what he had done, Taiyi even felt that he had been quite absurd.

He was indifferent when his son was alive, but after the son died, he went to great lengths for a possibility, for someone who was similar but not the same person, but he might not get a result.

He stood there until dusk, until night fell, before finally sitting down cross-legged.

Slowly closed his eyes.

"It's finally over."

Li Cunxiao's face turned slightly pale. He took out a bottle of Qi-accumulating pills from his pocket, took one out, and threw it into his mouth.

Behind him, the door to the alchemy room opened, and groups of disciples from the Medicine King Academy lined up to take out jars of medicinal mud.

Next, this medicinal mud will be sent to the herb and wood room and the metal and stone room, where the people will make it into pills and seal them for future use.

These medicinal muds were naturally Li Cunxiao's masterpiece.

Since Dezheng gave the order that day, the entire Tiangu Temple has been mobilized.

At first, Li Cunxiao found it strange, since if it was just for epidemic prevention, so many people wouldn't be needed.

However, when news came that important cities such as Xuzhou had been captured by the Ming Cult, he immediately realized that the Prefect Bai had discussed with the leader the plan to eliminate the enemy before their army could advance.

After all, many man-made disasters like this originate from internal problems.

Thus, with the cooperation of Su Wuming and other military officers and the monks of Tiangu Temple, many gangs in the state city were wiped out.

Those Ming Cult followers, and even some other cult members, were all wiped out.

Even so, it is still not possible to completely clean up the city. After all, those powerful and influential people have been rooted here for many years, and they have not put all their eggs in one basket. Their relationships are complex and intertwined.

If you try to eradicate it in a short time, it will only trigger a backlash and throw your own team into disarray.

Once the garbage was mostly cleared away, Bai Xiangshan took the opportunity to stockpile food and medicine in preparation for a possible major battle.

However, the tax revenue of the prefectural government is limited, and it is inevitably stretched thin to ensure disaster relief in the prefectural city and even the surrounding counties.

At this point, the powerful and wealthy should be encouraged to pledge their loyalty to the country and make donations, but generally these powerful figures are not willing to donate much.

Fortunately, Bai Xiangshan was not a rigid person, and Dezheng was also willing to break with convention for the sake of the people.

"The ten people who donate the most supplies will be qualified to refine elixirs at the head of the De Cong family."

The largest number of Huang Ting families in the city are Huang Ting, and the ancestors behind each family have suffered greatly from the true form, fought against demons, and lived in seclusion.

The Tranquilizing Pill refined by De Cong has always been in high demand but priceless. Some families and forces are not lacking in the corresponding spiritual herbs, but simply cannot get in line at the Medicine King Academy—there are just too many people seeking De Cong to refine pills!
As soon as the news came out, the city's powerful and wealthy went crazy and rushed to donate supplies.

One after another, the grain, cloth and medicinal herbs piled up in the warehouse were pulled out. In the past few days, the city gates of the prefecture have been filled with oxcarts loaded with goods.

Even Li Cunxiao couldn't help but secretly admire the brilliance of Prefect Bai's methods; with just one message, he had these powerful figures willingly parted with their entire fortunes.

Of course, this was also due to the cooperation between Dezheng and Decong, as well as the oppressive feeling brought about by the war in the outside world.

No matter the era, the powerful and wealthy are always among the most afraid of death. To ensure their own survival, they are always extremely generous.

Thanks to the generosity of these people, the pills made for the people of the city received a sufficient supply of raw materials.

These past few days, everyone at the Medicine King's Hospital has been working overtime. Decong and Yuanshen are working overtime to complete the orders from the powerful and wealthy, while Li Cunxiao is working overtime to refine medicinal mud.

After all, the pills used by the general public cannot be as refined as those given to martial artists.

Even Li Cunxiao had to intervene because De Cong had slightly modified the pill formula, requiring the addition of a small amount of demon flesh. This flesh had to be refined to ensure that it would be life-saving rather than driving someone mad.

Simply using Samadhi Fire to refine evil energy is actually quite simple, but the quantity required is simply too large.

Li Cunxiao has now opened nine meridians, and the wooden dragon and fire snake have expanded his true energy reserves, but he is still being tormented quite a bit.

However, extensive practice has made him increasingly adept at controlling his true qi, and at the same time, he has become more acute in his perception of malevolent energy.

Now, even when refining pills using ordinary demonic materials, he is confident he can use his true qi fire to reduce the malevolent energy within them to near nothingness—of course, this only applies to second-tier pills. 'Even without the Vajra Pestle, alchemists can do something similar.'

'The Dao of Alchemy is truly wondrous, and the predecessors who created it were even more remarkable.'

When Li Cunxiao walked out of the Medicine King's Courtyard, the crescent moon was already hanging in the sky.

Back in his hermitage, he fell asleep immediately after not sleeping for three days and three nights.

Soon, even breathing could be heard from the bed.

On his left arm, a gold ring shimmered.

"Hmm? Can I finally come in again?"

Li Cunxiao opened his eyes in his dream and saw a fairy mountain with white cranes, shrouded in clouds and mist. His previously confused mind instantly cleared up.

Just when I was wondering where to put my evil spirits, this is perfect timing!
Not seeing Dongwang Mugong for a while, he simply ran to the location of the Linglong Pagoda.

After visiting many times, whether it was due to Dong Wangmu Gong's methods or the unknown grade of this treasure being sentient, he was able to enter and exit on his own on previous occasions.

But for some reason today, the closer he got to the Linglong Tower, the further away it seemed to get.

“That’s not right.”

Li Cunxiao frowned and tried to move in several other directions, but the result was the same.

The more he tried to go further out, the farther he got from the border, and the closer he got to Miaoyan Palace on the top of Qinghua Mountain.

My heart started pounding, and I tried calling out to the Wind and Fire Wheels, but there was no response.

The real Wind and Fire Wheels had always been dormant in his dantian. In the past, whenever he dreamed, he was not actually driving the real Wind and Fire Wheels.

Li Cunxiao

A voice came from afar, very similar to the voice of the Eastern King Mu Gong in the past, but upon closer listening, it was different.

But that's not the point.

It's not the fake name Li Qingtong, but the real identity of Li Cunxiao?
His heart sank instantly, a chill ran down his spine, and his expression became incredibly complex in an instant.

"Having gained so many benefits from the dream before, is it finally time to reveal the true colors?"

Li Cunxiao suppressed the urge to turn and leave, and walked heavily toward the palace on the mountaintop.

Everything that happened after I entered the dream flashed through my mind. Now, thinking about it carefully, I realized that what the other person said and did actually pointed to reality.

Whether it's alchemy, martial arts, Taoist skills, or other cultivation methods...
A sudden flash of inspiration struck Li Cunxiao, and a certain guess emerged in his mind, instantly calming him down considerably.

As you gradually enter the familiar Miaoyan Palace, a tall figure sits prominently in the very center of the palace.

"Greetings, senior."

Li Cunxiao bowed respectfully. At this point, there was no point in pretending to be the son anymore; it was better to just lay his cards on the table.

He bowed deeply, and the face of Li Qingtong was reflected on the glass-like floor tiles.

The palace remained silent for a long time, so long that Li Cunxiao began to wonder if there was a stone standing in front of him, rather than a person.

Master Taiyi had turned around at some point, and his gaze lingered on the young man for a long time.

Before meeting tonight, he had thought of many things to say and planned various tactics. He was thinking about how to showcase his supernatural abilities, how to demonstrate the formidable strength behind him, and how to make Li Cunxiao understand that he was the best choice.
But looking at his son's face, he suddenly felt that all of the above was meaningless.

"To communicate heart to heart. I almost forgot the principle that I finally understood."

Hearing the other person muttering to himself, Li Cunxiao looked up in confusion.

"senior."

"wake up."

What
Before Li Cunxiao could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a powerful suction force around him, as if he were falling from the clouds to the ground.

In an instant, it seemed as if he had passed through a layer of water. When Li Cunxiao opened his eyes again, what he saw seemed to be the same, with nothing different.

"No! This isn't Qinghua Mountain, this is Pingdingshan!"

As the narrow path at the mountainside came into view, Li Cunxiao was shocked to discover that the scene before him was as if the Miaoyan Palace of Qinghua Mountain and Pingding Mountain had overlapped, except that only a small part of the mountaintop overlapped.

Looking down from the mountaintop, most of the area is still pitch black.

Even so, it is still shocking enough.

"What on earth is going on? Wasn't I in the hermitage?"

As he muttered to himself, Li Cunxiao suddenly felt a warm, damp airflow behind him. Instinctively, he wanted to activate his Cloud-Stepping Shoes to leave, but deep in his heart, a familiar feeling welled up, making him reach out his hand as if possessed.

A furry touch came from his palm. He turned around and saw a blue, eight-headed lion with big eyes, affectionately brushing his thigh with its tail.

It was the nine-headed blue lion he had become very familiar with in his dream.

"It's you. Why are you missing a head?"

"That head is incarnated in Zhang Lishi's security company, protecting the safety of his family."

A familiar yet unfamiliar voice entered his ears. Li Cunxiao turned around abruptly and saw a tall, bearded old Taoist standing beside him.

It gave him a feeling that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

"Senior, what's going on here? And who are you?"

Li Cunxiao already had a vague guess in his heart, but he still found it hard to believe.

"Haven't you been here before, both in my dreams and here?"

Master Taiyi swept his whisk, and a burst of powerful light suddenly spread out, enveloping the entire upper part of the flat-topped mountain.

The familiar celestial palaces reappeared, and the old Taoist priest before him instantly turned black with his beard and hair, donned a feathered robe and a jeweled crown, and was backed by a dazzling circular halo that illuminated the heavens. For a moment, it seemed as if celestial maidens were scattering flowers and immortal birds were dancing in the void.
"This is my inner world, the wondrous and solemn realm, which is also the mountain tomb of my son, Li Qingtong."

"As for my identity, you can call me Dongwang Mugong, or you can address me as..."

"Louguan Dao, Taiyi Zhenren."

(End of this chapter)