Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 373 Immortal Path Seventeen Foundation Building Techniques

The three-story pavilion suddenly transformed into a giant bull, and then collapsed in the blink of an eye.

The loud rumbling could be faintly heard for miles around.

Those with high skill levels can roughly discern the direction even from a distance.

"This is where Shen Minglai's headquarters is located."

"To cause such a commotion... I've never heard of any other great master joining Denglai Mountain Village..."

"Could it be someone from the Hou family? Has Shen Minglai finally fallen out with the Hou family?!"

As people gathered at Denglai Mountain, spies from various factions rushed over to gather information.

Inside the guest rooms of Pengcheng Tavern.

Lu Yuande watched the scout leap across the rooftops across the street, a hint of envy in his eyes.

He already knows that there is a chance his leg can be healed.

It is precisely because we know this that we feel envious.

If it were the old him, he would have long been used to it, his heart would have turned to ashes, and he wouldn't have been moved by something like this. He would have devoted his heart solely to training his apprentices.

Knowing that my leg could get better made me feel a little anxious.

"Fellow Daoist Chu's strength is likely above Shen Minglai's, but I wonder if he can succeed in one fell swoop."

Lu Yuande thought to himself, "Whether I succeed or not, at least I can come back safely."

After receiving the acupuncture, the old Taoist priest felt numb all over, his left leg felt like it was being bitten by ants, and he was also restless, so he thought about many random things.

He had already thought about rebuilding the sect in the future and whether he could take in a few disciples. He wondered if he should take in disciples on behalf of his fellow disciples as a memento.

Then it occurred to him that Fellow Daoist Chu seemed like a restless person, and since he had received a great favor from Chu, he would probably get involved in many things in the future. He also thought, what if Fellow Daoist Chu didn't come back...

Only his own disciple was in the room. The old Taoist priest did not hide his emotions; he had too many thoughts in his mind, and his expression inevitably changed more and more.

Stone has been holding back for so long, but he can't hold back any longer.

"Master, could you please not change your expression so frequently?"

“You also have a needle behind your ear, and the end of that needle is constantly trembling.”

"If the acupuncture is disrupted, the hands and feet may recover, but the face may become paralyzed..."

Under Lu Yuande's piercing gaze, the stone's voice grew softer and softer.

He was genuinely worried that his master might do something bad to him.

When receiving acupuncture, if the doctor tells you not to move, then it's best not to move. This is common medical knowledge.

Lu Yuande took a slow breath in and then exhaled even more slowly.

Oh well, he's the disciple I've already chosen.

It would have been better if he hadn't said anything, because Shi Tou's words really made his ears itch.

"Bring me a mirror."

Lu Yuande gave the order, and Shi Tou immediately went to fetch the bronze mirror from the guest room.

It was indeed a bronze mirror provided by Pengcheng Tavern, and its surface was probably cut off by sword energy, making it extremely smooth.

With a little polishing, the mirror reflects every detail of a person.

Lu Yuande carefully compared the angles and pondered that the current angle of the silver needles should not cause any harm.

"Hey! Old Lu, you're quite the ladies' man at your age."

Upon hearing the sound, Shi Tou looked over and saw that Chu Tianshu was already inside the house, standing not far from the window.

Seeing Chu Tianshu's beaming face and excellent mood, Lu Yuande didn't care about the teasing and said with a smile, "It seems that the vicious tiger has settled the score."

"We didn't just kill him, but he was the only one who was useful."

Chu Tianshu sat at the table and poured himself a cup of tea.

Shen Minglai can indeed be considered an evil spirit, and of a high quality at that.

Even if Tan Yu and his ilk successfully transformed into evil spirits, a hundred of them combined probably wouldn't be as powerful as one Shen Ming.

Now that the criteria for secondary optimization have been met, Chu Tianshu had already made his decision. He immediately selected the Night Bright Cult Master's characteristic as the main one and began the mixed refinement and deduction.

[...The mixing process is complete.]

...The simulation has been completed.

"The True Scripture of the Mountain Man Boiling the Sun".

The aroma of wine wafts from the peach and plum orchard, and upon opening the cauldron, one is astonished to find the sun shining brightly in the boiling water!

Those who cultivate themselves first have the intention of Mount Tian in their hearts, seeking the great Dharma, and transform Mount Tian into Mount Fang.

Furthermore, the mountain range of Tianshan, which I contemplate, is encircled like a cauldron, using the square to overcome the round, drawing in the vast energy of the sun and sky, which then boils the sun to produce a hundred kinds of medicine.

Once this technique is mastered, the mountain dweller's true energy becomes like celestial energy, and the essence of life aids the body, as if refining mountains.

It enables one to walk amidst calamities, find refuge in burning houses, and endure perilous situations of wind, thunder, water, and fire, yet remain composed!

Chu Tianshu closed his eyes slightly, receiving the optimized cultivation technique into his mind.

The part about absorbing external essence is much more complex.

To transform the Tianshan Mountains into something like a square cauldron, one must introduce new changes at the very beginning, during the initial contemplation and refinement phase.

The part about circulating internal energy outward from the dantian was already based on Chu Tianshu's previous understanding of "One Stream Flows Across the Heavenly Mountains," so it wasn't further refined.

However, when the internal energy was flowing back at the end, several additional energy circulation routes were added.

These routes are not particularly delicate; on the contrary, they are vast and majestic. In contrast to the intricate details of "a stream flowing across the mountains," the entire exercise method appears even more spiritual.

Large pieces are rendered with exquisite detail, while small pieces are soaked through without any trace of impurity.

Chu Tianshu lifted his eyelids, suddenly stood up, and drank the tea in one gulp.

Lu Yuande could tell that he was in high spirits and eager to leave, as if he wanted to go and do something immediately.

Chu Tianshu paused for a second, put down his teacup, and helped the old Taoist remove the needles.

"Do the right thing at the right time, and don't push yourself too hard."

As Chu Tianshu removed the needles, he casually remarked, "A few of the needle holes were soaked in sweat; they must be a little itchy, right?"

"With your internal strength, you shouldn't sweat so easily. You need to calm your mind and focus on maintaining your balance to properly recover."

Lu Yuande said with shame, "You're right."

Chu Tianshu ignited a flame in his left hand, carefully disinfected all the needles, and then put them back into his sleeve.

During this process, he adjusted his mood, gradually calming down his excitement, leaving only a faint trace of curiosity.

The "Mountain Man's True Scripture of Boiling the Sun" is even more magnificent than the original "True Skill of Chasing the Sun." When practicing it, the artistic conception inherent in the skill itself is already extremely intense.

Therefore, a practitioner's mood before starting practice should not be too enthusiastic. Otherwise, if it reaches a certain limit, the excessive Yang will inevitably lead to an overheated heart fire, which will eventually weaken.

If one cannot restrain oneself during cultivation and dances wildly, it may affect the timing of the combination of true qi and essence.

The "True Scripture of Boiling the Sun" uses the word "boil" instead of "refine," because it aims to extract the ultimate Yang energy, which is long-lasting and mellow.

Chu Tianshu returned to his room, closed the door tightly, took off his coat, and with a wave of his hand, moved all the tables and chairs to the corner before preparing to start practicing.

He used the Samadhi power mudra as a guiding aid, standing in the center of the room with his eyes lowered, as if he were standing on a flat piece of land surrounded by mountains on all sides.

The hand seals, fists, and palms change, extending and releasing power, and retracting force.

The essence of heaven and earth converged to form a humanoid silhouette that resembled his appearance but was more ethereal, and layer by layer enveloped his body. As he ingested an excessive amount of essence, the remaining medicinal effects of the Cloud Sleeve were overwhelmed.

The turbid power of the moon mixed with the energy of heaven and earth, surging into the body.

This feeling is very subtle.

Chu Tianshu felt as if he were building snow-capped mountains between his meridians and internal organs, making even his guiding movements sluggish. The process of withdrawing his palms was so slow that it was difficult to see with the naked eye.

The heavy, icy snow-capped mountains also contain countless vicious thorns; the snow-capped mountains are silent, and the thorns are sinking.

At this moment, internal energy began to surge forth, and Chu Tianshu's hand gestures underwent a noticeable change.

With hands clasped together, the backs of the hands arched, and the fingers joined together at an angle, they resemble a rising mountain peak.

When the pointed peak rose directly in front of his collarbone, Chu Tianshu stopped moving.

This action was maintained for a long time.

The light outside the window had changed noticeably.

From the pale white sunlight shining from the east in the morning, to the blazing white at noon, and then to the gradually yellowing sunlight shining from the west in the afternoon.

A figure came to deliver food, but after knocking on the door, the person was not allowed to enter and then left.

Chu Tianshu remained motionless in the sunlight; the sun itself changed, but he remained unchanged.

But he could feel every inch the sun shifted.

By nightfall, the sun had disappeared, and only the moon was visible outside the window.

The room was dark and quiet, with no lights on.

suddenly.

It had a touch of orange light.

The light shone from the empty space in the center of Chu Tianshu's handprint.

At first it was a dot, then a bean, and then a cluster.

A cluster of orange flames gradually grew fuller and rounder.

At this moment, this orange light seemed to be not located in the empty space of the handprint.

Instead, it shone from Chu Tianshu's chest.

The snow-capped mountains! They're starting to melt! The poisonous stingers! They're starting to boil!
Boil poison and snow together to make medicine, and boil mountains and thorns together to make soup.

When Chu Tianshu slowly opened his eyes, the room was as bright as day.

He looked out the window again.

The window was pushed open by his gaze.

There was only the moon outside the window, but in his eyes, it reflected the radiant sun.

Oh, moon, the anomaly you brought should be transformed into a more beautiful dawn.

Chu Tianshu practiced his skills all night, but by morning he felt as if he had just had a long dream, and his whole body felt refreshed.

He even seemed a bit satiated after a good night's sleep. He changed into a local blue cloth outfit, put on a black robe, stretched, and went to close the window before going out.

Today he doesn't plan to go out and kill anyone; he only plans to heal people.

When Shi Tou opened the door, he saw Chu Tianshu standing outside.

"Come on! The patient needs some fresh air. Today, I'll take your master to another place for acupuncture."

Chu Tianshu led the master and apprentice out of the tavern, and after walking for a short while, they turned into a small alley.

At the end of the alley is a slightly wider street, across which are mostly wealthy houses with gate towers.

Although it is far from being comparable to a villa like Shen Minglai's, it often has several courtyards inside the gate.

Tan Yu lives in a place like this, and the door is already open, waiting for her.

"Taoist Priest!"

Tan Yu's legs went weak when she saw Chu Tianshu.

Chu Tianshu asked, "Is everyone here?"

"Done."

Tan Yu said, "I have also invited the seventeen people who were wronged, as well as their family members and relatives who wanted to come."

When Chu Tianshu entered, he saw dozens of people gathered in the lobby and the corridor.

Only a few were seated; most were a bit reserved and stood around.

Zhou the carpenter came with his wife, and they stood under the eaves.

As soon as Chu Tianshu entered, even those who were sitting stood up.

The crowd shouted in disarray, "The little immortal has arrived!"

Some wanted to cup their hands in greeting, some wanted to kneel in worship, and some walked straight ahead, their faces filled with excitement.

"It doesn't have to be this way."

Chu Tianshu lifted up with his right hand, and whether they wanted to kneel or bow, they were all lifted up by a warm current and straightened their backs.

"I can subdue the evil spirits that harm you, but whether the hidden dangers within you can be cured depends on your own efforts."

"I have a set of basic skills here, and I'm going to teach them to you today."

Everyone was both surprised and delighted. Living in such a world, no one was unaware of the value of martial arts.

It is said that joining the army or a gang is the easiest way to acquire martial arts skills, but everyone knows that no matter where you go, the first few years of hard work and struggle will only teach you skills that can harm your body, and they can hardly be called martial arts skills.

A set of skills that can cure diseases, even the basic ones, is by no means ordinary.

Tan Yu walked to the side of the courtyard and dragged over a weapon rack.

The weapon rack has two tiers, filled with longswords, totaling dozens.

Although the "True Scripture of the Mountain Man Boiling the Sun" can generate all kinds of medicines on its own, the threshold for entering it is to reach the realm of enlightenment.

Passing on martial arts skills to people of varying physical abilities and ages is not very meaningful.

Therefore, Chu Tianshu was prepared to teach them swordsmanship.

Among these people, seventeen were individuals of exceptional perseverance chosen by the demonic path. They had been affected by the secret techniques of the demonic path and had miraculously survived, causing their mental strings to fluctuate extremely violently.

It is the most suitable sword technique for practicing to inspire the mind.

"This sword technique of mine was originally created by a friend. He didn't care much about the name of the sword technique, so I just gave it a new name."

Chu Tianshu smiled inexplicably at this point.

"It is called 'The Thirteen Swords of Longevity'."

Although it should have been called the Thirteen Deadly Swords, for these patients, practicing this sword technique can indeed prolong their lives—it's the real deal, no deception of any age.

Moreover, this is a re-organized version of the Thirteen Deadly Swords by Chu Tianshu, who has mastered the "Nine-Nine Calamity Ash Sword Manual".

The power and prospects are similar, but it's easier to get started.

"If you are only satisfied with curing diseases, then you should only learn the first three sword techniques."

Chu Tianshu's gaze swept over the crowd, and his expression became solemn.

"If you are not satisfied with this and are willing to become my disciple, then try learning all thirteen sword techniques first."

(End of this chapter)