Dao Qi Wu Zang Guan Guan: I became a Daoist Master in the 1990s

Chapter 159 The Identity of the Imperial Preceptor, The Path to Transformation

Qi Yun's pupils contracted sharply at that fleeting glance, as if struck by lightning!
Discover the face beneath the ancestral master's mask
It looked exactly like him!
The brow peaks, eye contours, bridge of the nose, lip lines... every undulation and turn is exactly the same as the reflection in the water and the face in the mirror!
In a flash, all the clues suddenly connected, creating a storm in his mind!
The Imperial Preceptor Qingyun... was actually the Stone Boy who had gone missing from the Immortal Mountain and taken his place in the Five Internal Organs Coffin Temple!

Not only did it steal his appearance and name, but in just eighteen years, it broke through the insurmountable barrier that countless cultivators could never reach in their lifetime, ascended to the realm of stepping on the stars, and achieved the position of Celestial Master!

With such terrifying cultivation, how could he possibly occupy the position of Grand Preceptor of the Great Qian Dynasty? Could his true intentions be as Prefect Li claimed, such as "relieving the country's worries" or "forging divine weapons"?
Beneath this shocking conspiracy of using the lives of millions of people in Yongzhou as material to create an army of corpses, there must be a deeper purpose!
At the same time, Qi Yun's mind was in turmoil.

"No...impossible! Grandmaster...Grandmaster's Dharma body...collapsed?!"

The Crimson Sun Altar Master, who was prostrate on the ground, suddenly looked up and just happened to see the blood-red mask completely turn into dust and scatter.

The fervor and awe on his face froze instantly, turning into utter bewilderment and terror. His body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground, as if all his bones had been removed.

My grandmaster was a Celestial Master who stepped onto the Dipper, leaving behind a divine body containing the power of his strike, enough to kill any being below the Refinement Realm...

How could... how could they be defeated in one blow?

He abruptly turned his head, his gaze fixed on Qi Yun, his voice distorted by extreme fear and disbelief: "Who...who are you?! Who are you?!"

Qi Yun's eyes turned cold, his mind filled with doubts, but he had no desire to get entangled with this fiend.

"Who is it? The one who killed you."

His cold words were uttered softly, like ice beads falling to the ground.

Before he finished speaking, Qi Yun had already moved.

The Chengyun Sword flashed with a faint light, like autumn waters overflowing the embankment, silently and without a sound.

A thin line of blood suddenly appeared on the throat of the Crimson Sun Altar Master. His eyes bulged out, all his shock, doubt, and resentment freezing within them.

A short, sharp sound escaped his lips, and his body crashed to the ground.

Qi Yun sheathed his sword without even glancing at the corpse.

"Fortunately... that Dharma Body Divine Power is a technique that directly attacks the primordial spirit, which is perfectly countered by my Law of Repelling Chaos!"

He felt a chill run down his spine, and a deep sense of doubt arose within him.

"Judging from Chi Yang's shocked expression, he has obviously never seen his master's true face before... Otherwise, he would have recognized me long ago when he first saw my face, which is exactly the same as the national teacher's."

"The stone figure and the child mask cover his face...is it because he does not want people to associate 'Qi Yun' with 'Qing Yun National Preceptor'?"
It steals my karma and acts under my name, yet it isolates itself with a mask, perhaps fearing that the two will become too intertwined and backfire on itself.

Is this some kind of sinister method of severing cause and effect, or substituting one thing for another?

"Back then, it impersonated me and rushed into that coffin temple of the five internal organs. What exactly did it take away?"
How could it have risen to the rank of Celestial Master in just eighteen years?

"That thing... must be a treasure of the same level as the alchemy furnace and jade slip, or even more crucial!"

Thinking of this, Qi Yun felt an even greater chill in his heart.

"The Five Organs Observation... Master, Uncle-Master... Do you know of any earth-shattering secrets hidden within the Observation?"

He suddenly looked up, his gaze sharp as lightning, shooting towards the deserted village.

The village was filled with the sounds of battle and the aura of death!

This is not the time to delve into the matter; Songfeng and Yan Chifeng are in grave danger!
Qi Yun's figure swayed, and he used his full strength to perform the Qi-Step technique, like a wisp of smoke sweeping down the mountainside and heading straight for the village.

The village was in complete disarray, a scene of utter devastation.

Those refugees had long since been routed and fled by Yan Chifeng.

Surrounding the two at this moment were the refined corpses that continued to emerge from the ancestral hall.

There are dozens of them. These evil creatures are ignorant and unaware, incredibly strong, with poisonous claws and teeth, and their bodies are tough, making them difficult to harm with ordinary swords and knives.

Yan Chifeng fought a bloody and bitter battle. Although his swordsmanship was fierce and powerful, and each sword could cut down or even damage a corpse, the horde of corpses kept attacking him. He had more than a dozen deep claw marks that revealed the bone all over his body, and his bloodstains were mottled. His breathing was heavy like a bellows, and his steps became increasingly unsteady.

The old Taoist priest Songfeng was in even greater danger. He was not good at close combat to begin with, and he swung his longsword wildly, relying entirely on his stronger physique after Qi Yun cleansed him of the Yin energy and his survival instinct to keep him going. "Swoosh!" A corpse claw swept past, tearing his Taoist robe at the chest, and blood gushed out immediately. Terrified, he turned pale and retreated repeatedly, almost being grabbed by the refining corpse that pounced from the other side.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!" Song Feng cried out in alarm, facing imminent danger.

Just then, a figure descended like a meteor, crashing into the densest part of the horde of corpses!

The ground trembled slightly, and a gust of air rippled outwards.

Qi Yun remained expressionless as he drew his Chengyun Sword with a clang. Crimson Hunting Flame instantly enveloped the sword, and the blazing golden light dispelled the gloom!
His movements were like a dragon as he plunged into the battle; wherever his sword flashed, it was as if a hot knife was cutting through wax.

Those fearless and impervious to swords and blades, upon encountering the Crimson Hunt True Fire, were instantly reduced to a pitiful wail, like ice and snow meeting the sun, their bodies rapidly charring, disintegrating, and turning into ashes!
Yan Chifeng and Song Feng, who were originally struggling and about to be swallowed by the zombie horde, suddenly felt the pressure disappear.

Qi Yun Sword moved with him, invincible in all directions. With each flash of sword light, one or even several refining corpses would be burned to ashes and fall to the ground.

In just a short while, dozens of ferocious corpses were wiped out, leaving only black ash on the ground, emitting a burnt smell.

"Master Qi!"

"Thank you so much, Taoist priest, for saving my life!"

Yan Chifeng leaned on his sword, panting heavily, his face filled with relief and gratitude for surviving the ordeal.

The old Taoist priest Songfeng collapsed to the ground, clutching his chest wound and chanting Taoist incantations to calm his nerves.

Qi Yun nodded slightly, his gaze falling on the ancestral hall.

"You two stay here and meditate, I'll go down and destroy that evil altar."

After saying this, he stepped into the underground palace again.

The "Yin-Yang Furnace" altar, built with the heretical text of the "Scripture of Salvation" in reverse inscription, still stands, drawing in wisps of yin and death energy and emitting an ominous red light.

Qi Yun stood before the altar, holding the Chengyun Sword horizontally. The Crimson Hunting Fire within his body erupted and surged into the sword.

"burn!"

He let out a low shout and thrust his sword into the base of the altar!
boom!
As if it had found the perfect fuel, Jiang Shou burst into flames instantly, the golden-red flames spreading wildly and engulfing the entire massive altar in an instant!

The flames scorched the evil inscriptions carved in reverse, making crackling sounds, as if invisible souls were being purified amidst their wails.

This altar was originally intended to intercept the Yin energy heading to Qingwei Temple for refining corpses. However, due to the large amount of magic that Chiyang had previously used, it was greatly depleted, leaving only 30% of its original energy!
Even so, it is still quite impressive!

The Yin Sha death energy was forcibly refined, giving rise to a large amount of pure primordial energy, which flowed back into Qi Yun's body like rivers flowing into the sea.

Within his dantian, the original nineteen strands of milky-white true qi seemed to be infused with boundless vitality, beginning to grow and condense wildly!
Twenty, twenty-five, thirty... until the thirty-three streams of true qi are almost full!
However, this nascent force is complex and extremely superficial.

Without Qi Yun's deliberate guidance, the Crimson Hunting Fire circulated on its own, calcining and purifying itself, burning away all impurities.

Thirty-three strands of true qi were condensed and contracted in the fire, eventually transforming into twenty-eight strands of true qi that were even purer and more solid. They quietly resided in the sea of ​​qi, their inner radiance profound and weighty.

This immense power circulates on its own, nourishing the limbs and bones, before finally settling downwards, slowly permeating and cleansing the internal organs.

Gallbladder, stomach, large intestine, small intestine, bladder, and triple burner.

These six things transmit water and grain, flowing out without storing, much like officials in the human world, whose duty is to circulate, but who are easily tainted by impurities.

At this moment, nourished and cleansed by this vast and pure true qi, Qi Yun felt a slight warmth in his internal organs. In his inner vision, he could see faint black impurities being slowly extracted and annihilated, and a feeling of clarity and lightness arose from within.

He suddenly had a flash of inspiration and understood:
“I see… The realm of receiving the ordination involves refining the five internal organs to store essence and absorb qi, which is the foundation for building the Dao and corresponds to the wonder of ‘storage’.”

"The state of purifying is to cleanse the channels of transformation in the six internal organs, remove the accumulated turbidity and impurities, and make the flow of qi smooth and unobstructed, which corresponds to the purity of 'purification'!"

"The five internal organs belong to Yang, and the six bowels belong to Yin."

Only by shedding impurities can Yin and Yang be harmonized, Qi channels be unblocked, and one can reach a higher realm!
"And when I cleanse my entire body, I will step into the realm of transformation!"

(End of this chapter)