A master of comedy!

Chapter 84 A White Light Rises in an Empty Room
Inside the room, the candlelight flickered suddenly and was extinguished by waves of heat.

Zhou Sheng's hands seemed to be pushing a thousand-pound millstone, slowly performing guiding exercises, his forehead veins bulging, and his skin burning like fire.

Compared to the previous two times he took mica, the potency of this medicine far exceeded his expectations; it could even be described as ferocious.

If he hadn't practiced martial arts since childhood and developed an extremely strong will, he probably wouldn't have been able to persist in practicing Daoyin Gong in this state.

Embracing the primordial chaos as if carrying a basket, parting clouds and gathering rosy hues with a flick of the fingertips.

With firm footing on the left and drawing water from the spring on the right, one can open the Ren and Du gates by shaking the sea.

……

His entire body resonated with energy, his tongue pressed against the roof of his mouth, his head held high and his hands outstretched as if manipulating clouds, each finger shimmering with a jade-like luster.

Under his manipulation, the Ren and Du meridians in her body seemed to be slowly opened, allowing the vast medicinal power to flow into her limbs and bones.

Boom!

His dantian throbbed incessantly, like a furnace of Laozi's golden elixir that had been refined for forty-nine days and was about to burst open.

Thunder and rain are both supernatural powers.

It catalyzes the release of boundless sweet rain, benefiting all living beings.

And so, Zhou Sheng continued to practice the guiding exercises, over and over again, in a continuous cycle.

Time passed slowly, and the oppressive heat gradually subsided. After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Sheng's skin, which had seemed to be scalded, returned to normal, even becoming whiter, brighter, and more radiant.

Under the moonlight, every strand of his hair seemed to become crystal clear and shiny black.

Finally, after performing the guiding exercises sixteen times in a row, Zhou Sheng slowly stopped and opened his eyes.

In an instant, the entire dark room was turned white.

The "Collection of Teachings of Zhong and Lü" records the scene of Zhongli Quan, the True Man of Zhengyang, transmitting the Dao to Lü Zu.

It mentions that after Lü Zu achieved success in his cultivation, "he sat silently in a secluded room and suddenly saw a white light appear between his eyebrows, which was the first proof of the Golden Elixir."

This is the legendary phenomenon of "white light emerging from an empty room".

Now, when Zhou Sheng raised his eyes, the dark room was suddenly illuminated, like golden flames shining brightly, making the room bright. Although it was only a fleeting glimpse, it already showed signs of enlightenment.

His pupils were more square than before, and even had a hint of pure, flawless turquoise.

With blue eyes and square pupils, he has the appearance of a deity.

He twitched his ears and seemed to hear the sound of golden liquid rolling in his dantian, like ocean waves, like surging tides, endlessly.

An excited look flashed in Zhou Sheng's eyes.

Overnight, his cultivation level increased by twenty years!
He now possesses thirty-five years of cultivation, and the lake of magical power in his dantian is filled with swirling clouds and shimmering light.

Only then could it be considered to have the appearance of a great lake.

Besides the surge in magical power, Zhou Sheng's biggest feeling at this moment was... lightness.

Light as a swallow.

As if shedding all her impurities, her steps were as light as if she were walking on clouds, and it seemed that she could ride the wind with just a little breath.

There are many kinds of elixirs in the world. In addition to increasing magical power, they each have their own wonderful uses. Some can increase divine power, some can prevent the physical body from decaying, and some can make the eyes brighter.

The most important feature of the mica formula that Zhou Sheng took was that it made him feel light.

He lightly touched the ground with his toes, and without activating any magic, his body floated up like a feather in the wind, flying out of the window and landing on a thin branch in the moonlight.

The branches and leaves trembled slightly and swayed in the wind, while Zhou Sheng's body seemed to be stuck to them, remaining completely still.

After a long while, he opened his mouth and exhaled, as if dispersing the pure air and letting the turbid air sink.

With a crisp snap, the branch broke, and he landed gracefully without kicking up a speck of dust.

Zhou Sheng couldn't help but reveal a satisfied smile.

This is practically equivalent to having a supernatural ability that allows one to move as lightly as a feather without consuming magical power.

If one were to further activate their magical power, the effect would be even more astonishing. Although they could not ride the wind or fly through the sky, they could traverse mountains and valleys as if walking on flat ground, appearing to the world as if they were a terrestrial immortal.

As expected of the mica formula created by Lu Zu himself, and as expected of the essence of the millennia-old mountains, five-colored mica!
Unfortunately, there was only a tiny amount, about the size of a fingernail, enough for just one dose of medicine.

However, upon recalling the words "Lushan Immortal Cave," Zhou Sheng's eyes flashed. There was also five-colored mica there; if he could obtain it…

Suddenly, he shook his head and smiled, stopping his wild thoughts.

Having just taken a dose of mica medicine, the body has not yet fully adapted to and digested its effects. At this time, one should practice diligently to solidify one's foundation.

We must not be too ambitious and neglect our own spiritual practice. Om!
As the thought flashed through his mind, a ringing sound suddenly rang in his ears, like a golden bell piercing his ears, humming incessantly, before slowly dissipating after a moment.

My eardrums feel swollen and uncomfortable, as if something is trying to burst out.

Zhou Sheng knew that his cultivation level was too high, far exceeding the requirements for opening the ear aperture, and his body was almost instinctively trying to break through the barrier.

But Zhou Sheng managed to suppress this impulse.

He vividly remembered his experience of opening his eyes last time, and he feared that opening his ears might also harbor unknown dangers.

He planned to consult his master after dawn before attempting to break through to the next realm.

We cannot take unnecessary risks for the sake of short-term speed.

After thinking for a moment, Zhou Sheng closed his eyes again and focused his mind into his sea of ​​consciousness, where he saw that only a faint glow remained on the tortoise shell.

Only a tiny bit of energy left.

He tried to divine someone's whereabouts, and luckily he succeeded. As his last bit of energy was exhausted, a message entered his mind.

"General's Mansion."

These three words instantly calmed him down, and the murderous intent in his eyes vanished.

Zhou Sheng asked where the old Taoist priest who gave him the Five Thunder Talisman and could control ghosts was now. After all, the other party dared to attack him, and he had to get revenge.

Most importantly, the old Taoist priest could control many fierce ghosts, and in Zhou Sheng's eyes, he was simply a walking energy pack.

He had planned to launch a surprise attack after greatly increasing his cultivation, but unexpectedly, the Luo Shu showed that the other party had actually gone to the General's Mansion.

Thinking of the mysterious and fierce General Chongtian, Zhou Sheng decided to hold back for now.

and many more……

A thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

The old Taoist priest went to the general's mansion tonight, and soon after, people from the general's mansion went to Qinghe Hall and stole the five-colored mica. This reminded me of the man wearing the deer-head mask that Boss Wei mentioned...

A playful smile appeared on Zhou Sheng's face.

Could it be such a coincidence that the old Taoist priest was actually the Longhua Sect member I had intercepted?
If that's the case, then we can take advantage of that.

……

The General's Mansion, Banquet Hall.

The general, wearing an official's mask, sat in the high seat, his fingers lightly tapping the hilt of the Mo Dao sword beside him, the muffled thunderous sound echoing in the room.

"So, the five-colored mica is lost, the other party escaped, and... we can't find out their identity?"

Across from him, a man wearing a deer-head mask trembled slightly, then forced himself to say, "General, I led men to investigate Qinghe Hall, but Boss Wei said... both of them were wearing masks, and their voices were unfamiliar. We really have no leads!"

He paused, and seeing that the general remained silent, he tried speaking: "General, the information I gave you is correct. Look at our agreement..."

The general slowly raised his head, his crimson eyes calm as an abyss.

"Promise?"

"You dare to talk to me about agreements?"

He straightened up slightly, placed his palm on the hilt of the Mo Dao, and the crimson light in his eyes was like a burning flame. The abyss-like murderous aura startled the old Taoist priest so much that his eyelids twitched.

"I cooperated with your Longhua Sect once, but what happened? I helped you fend off the City God of Xunyang, but what you promised me has yet to materialize."

"That sacred relic..."

The general's voice suddenly rose several decibels, his crimson eyes bulging like a ferocious beast. The tiger that had been resting at his feet also instantly stood up, its fur bristling, and crouched down, roaring at the old Taoist priest.

"Did you really not find it, or... did you keep it for yourself?"

The old Taoist priest was about to answer when he suddenly felt a chill run through his body, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

With a clang, the Nine-Ringed Sword was drawn half an inch from its sheath. The gleaming blade was covered with crisscrossing red lines that seemed to flow slightly like blood vessels.

A murderous aura surged into the sky, causing the hundred ghosts inside the old Taoist's jar to howl in terror.

"Answer well."

"Perhaps you could give it a try, those filthy things in that jar..."

How many blows can it block?

……

(End of this chapter)