I forge immortality with a pagoda.

"After twenty years of arduous cultivation, I have finally refined a wisp of true qi."

He chuckled softly a few times.

"Old man Yunhui, it's all thanks to the Qi Refining Technique you left behind."

His gaze was fixed intently on the Taoist book in front of him, which was rising and falling in the air and moving without wind.

The book had several large characters written on it: Xuan Ning Wu Qi Jing (Scripture of Profound Condensation of the Five Qi).

The true qi of immortality is divided into nine ranks and thirty-six grades, with the lowest grade of the first rank being the worst and the highest grade of the ninth rank being the best.

The first-tier low-grade Qi refining method is basically available in all cultivation markets, and a single copy is only worth a hundred or so talismans.

Only the top forces in a region are qualified to accept ninth-grade supreme-level techniques.

Moreover, these top-tier methods often have restrictions and prohibitions.

Once the technique is practiced by someone from outside the sect, the immortals within the sect will immediately sense it, cross the void, and kill the person who stole the technique on the spot.

The Profound Condensation Five Qi Scripture is a fourth-order low-grade true qi. Although it is low-grade, it has finally entered the threshold of the middle-order true qi.

Some smaller sects do not have intermediate-level Qi cultivation techniques.

At this moment, Yu Yihu has obtained the Qi Refining Technique left behind by Daoist Yunhui and has successfully refined true Qi, which is already very fortunate.

Of course, his success in cultivating true qi was not only due to good luck, but also related to his diligent practice every day.

"Congratulations to Father on your successful breakthrough and becoming a high-level cultivator in the Qi Refining stage," Yu Dingguan said respectfully, bowing deeply.

Yu Yihu chuckled lightly, "What kind of high-level cultivator is a Qi Refining cultivator?"

He slightly raised his hand, "There's no need for so much formality between you and me, father and son, not in the imperial court."

Yu Dingguan slowly rose to his feet. "Now that my father has cultivated true qi, I think the power structure of the Yu and Xian kingdoms should be reshuffled."

Yu Yihu chuckled, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes. "That's only natural."

"Let's start with our own country, with Chen Sanren, Yangyue Sanren, Yusongguan..."

"Father, why don't we start with the Yusong Temple? The Daoist Yusong has repeatedly disobeyed your orders and is quite unruly."

"Guan'er, you are mistaken. I know that the Taoist priest has a grudge against you, and you want your father to get rid of him."

Seeing that his thoughts had been guessed, Yu Dingguan was neither ashamed nor angry. He simply stood with his hands at his sides, waiting for Yu Yihu to continue his speech.

"But in my opinion, the rift between you and him is a trivial matter."

Yu Dingguan clenched his fist. In his father's eyes, it was no big deal that the woman he had his eye on had been captured and used as a furnace, since she was just an ordinary woman after all.

But she was his ideal woman.

"To rectify the power of the Yu Kingdom, we cannot force them; instead, we must kill some and win over others, using both kindness and force."

"Yu Song is a man who is good at changing his stance according to the wind, and he is an absolute bully who takes advantage of the weak."

"To deal with this kind of person, I only need to show him a little bit of my skills, and he will follow my lead and become my dog."

"Wouldn't it be wonderful to win without bloodshed?"

Yu Yihu sneered a few times, "In my opinion, we should start with Marquis Zhengxuan. It's time to take back the military power he holds."

Yu Dingguan remained silent.

Yu Yihu casually picked up a Taoist book.

"This is also a valuable thing left behind by that old Taoist priest. The book records the method of cultivating a strongman by infusing his body with gold dust."

"Go find a market town, buy some gold dust, and find some strong and healthy soldiers to test it out. I think those few thousand coins should be enough for you to squander."

Yu Ding's opinion should be yes.

"And another thing," Yu Yihu continued, "have you found your eldest and second brothers?"

Yu Dingguan said in a deep voice, "We haven't found it yet..."

Yu Yihu's true energy suddenly leaked out, his beard flew wildly, and his face became ferocious.

He smashed the stone table in front of him with a single palm strike, sending rocks flying everywhere.

Enraged, he ordered, "Increase manpower and continue sending people to search for the bodies of the master and disciple in the mountains."

"I cannot rest easy until their bodies are found."

"Yes, Father."

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Two months have passed since Shen Yu parted ways with Yue Ling.

Over the past two months, he has been constantly refining his Taoist techniques, and he has finally mastered the Mountain Splitting Technique to a minor degree.

He then practiced the technique according to the instructions and found that the previous difficulty in his meridians had lessened considerably, replaced by a feeling of ease and comfort.

Shen Yu condensed his Yuanzhen in his palm, and white light kept emanating from it.

With a casual wave of his hand, a wave of energy shot out from his palm, so powerful and heavy that it shattered the three large rocks in front of him.

People admire those who possess strength to uproot mountains and those whose virtues can reach the heavens.

However, most people overlook the fact that the vastness of rivers and seas cannot be contained in a single stream, and the majesty of mountains cannot be made from a single stone.

The path to enlightenment is vast and boundless, and cannot be reached in a single step.

This "Mountain Splitting Secret" is neither a trick nor a profound method, but rather an example of following the example of the Foolish Old Man who moved mountains, and performing the work of chiseling stone.

Those who are new to this method will find their mental processes clumsy and difficult, and their progress will be slow.

As one's Taoist skills become more refined, one's spiritual energy flows smoothly and effortlessly, like a whirlwind.

When one has mastered the art, the power will flow throughout the body, and every move will possess the might to shatter rocks and collapse mountains.

Shen Yu silently recited the key points of the Mountain Splitting Technique and gained some insights.

Isn't everything in this world just like this? At first, it's difficult and hard, but with continuous perseverance and effort, one day you can reach that state of contentment and ease.

This is also a kind of Tao.

he thought.

He tossed the last few Qi-Nourishing Pills into his mouth, and a rich spiritual energy spread from his abdomen to his limbs and bones.

Shen Yu immediately used his cultivation technique to refine it.

The cultivation methods practiced by cultivators at the Kaiyuan realm are not significantly different; the key lies in the cultivator's own Dao nature.

If one has deep-rooted spiritual roots, passing through the three realms of the Opening Yuan stage is as easy as eating and drinking.

However, if one's aptitude is poor, no matter how many pills one has, one will not be able to improve their cultivation level.

If a high-ranking cultivator from a celestial sect were to infuse his disciple with vital energy, it would undoubtedly be like pulling up seedlings to help them grow. Not only would it not yield any good results, but it would also destroy the disciple's foundation for cultivation, achieving the opposite of the intended purpose.

Shen Yu was naturally one of those people who had achieved perfect enlightenment; otherwise, Daoist Yunhui would not have chosen him from among so many refugees.

Of course, there were no truly virtuous or accomplished individuals among those refugees.

It's rare to find someone like Shen Yu, who doesn't have enough pills to go around, even among the major sects.

A prodigy.

Using these four words to describe Shen Yu is not an exaggeration at all.

Before long, Shen Yu refined the last few pills.

He currently has no more pills to enhance his cultivation, and the Xuanqiong Pagoda is still dormant.

This caused Shen Yu a lot of distress; the feeling of having money but not being able to spend it was really unpleasant.

Just as Shen Yu was worrying, he suddenly sensed someone approaching from behind.

He looked back and saw a cultivator of medium build slowly walking towards him.

This man had an ordinary appearance, dark skin, and wore a clean and neat black cloth robe. At first glance, he didn't look like a cultivator, but rather like a wandering monk.

He walked up to Shen Yu, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "I am Zhu Jianda, and I greet this fellow Daoist."

Shen Yu looked him up and down several times before confirming that this person was also a cultivator of the immortal path.

Shen Yu bowed respectfully, "This humble Daoist Shen Yu greets fellow Daoist."

Zhu Jianda chuckled, "Fellow Daoist Shen, are you also going to the Yangquan Dharma Assembly?"

"The Yangquan Dharma Assembly?"

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