How can one cultivate immortality without learning modern knowledge?

"The second purpose is to build up his literary reputation!" said the man in purple. "If he shines brightly in the literary world, he will naturally become a famous scholar. Anyone who wants to harm such a scholar will have to consider the negative impact on the literary world and even the general public."

Rou'er truly understood...

She was truly impressed: "The Holy Son's idea, conceived in a single thought, is so ingenious. Both Miss and he are so clever, so why am I the only one with a pretty face but nothing inside?"

Zi Yi patted her head: "It's not that bad! Isn't your head full of your mother's infatuated thoughts? Besides, I must tell you something responsibly: whether someone is pretty or not, you can't just brag about it yourself..."

"I know I can't compare to you right now, Miss, but I'm still young, I haven't fully grown up yet..." Rou'er said.

My goodness, is this girl spoiled? Have you ever seen a maid who always tries to compare herself to her mistress?

Rou'er raised her eyes: "When I grow up, I'm sure I'll be half as pretty as you, Miss. My mother said so! She said she's a beauty herself, making even a lecherous old man like my father keep making mistakes, so her daughter will definitely be a beauty too..."

Purple Robe truly didn't know what to say...

This girl seems to know everything, yet she also seems to know nothing...

In the secluded courtyard, Zhou Wenju stood under a plum tree, looking up at the plum branches that resembled withered branches.

The plum blossoms at this time resemble withered branches.

But when the season comes, this plum tree will amaze the entire courtyard.

That's often how things are in this world. Many times, it seems like you've reached a dead end, but with a turn, you find yourself in a new world, a place where you thought you'd reached the end of the road.

For example, the upcoming Nanyang Poetry Festival.

That was a brilliant move.

So what if Mo Tang doesn't give him an identity?

The Holy Son of the Mohist School bypassed the Mohist Hall and gave him a guest minister.

Although guest disciples are not formal disciples, they carry far more weight than formal disciples.

Because guest advisors are all hired by high-level personnel.

Behind every guest advisor stands an absolute high-ranking official.

Ziyi went to great lengths to help him gain official status as a disciple of the Mohist school, but her efforts were thwarted.

After a cup of tea, one should be gracefully walking in the snow—in fact, it is a desolate walk in the snow.

But the Holy Son of the Mohist School kept him, achieving a dreamlike turning point—a guest minister, not a formal disciple, but better than a formal disciple.

In addition, he certainly understood another layer of meaning behind the Nanyang Poetry Gathering.

Poetry gatherings are the fastest way for a poet to gain fame.

If someone becomes a renowned figure, they naturally possess considerable influence, and anyone who tries to take action against them must think twice.

This Mo Wushuang, who suddenly appeared, is the Holy Son of the Mo Family. He's quite intelligent!

Moreover, they expressed absolute goodwill towards him.

This trip was still worthwhile.

Of course, there was another benefit...

That was the fishing trip in the Daohai Sea that we just finished.

This was his third fishing trip in his life, and what he caught was different from the past.

It's not something related to literature or Taoism, but an ancient artifact.

That needle is called the "Delusion-Dispelling Needle".

A rare treasure on the path of cultivation.

What is its function?

Something that breaks through the "veil of heavenly barriers".

What is the Heavenly Veil that obstructs the path?

In the realm of spiritual cultivation, there are obstacles that arise when one reaches a high level of spiritual attainment. It is possible to remain ignorant of these obstacles for hundreds or even thousands of years. However, with this divine needle, one can break through them with a single puncture.

That is a peerless divine artifact that top-level cultivators dream of!

He fished it up from the sea...

What's so special about this?

Was a pearl cast before swine?

What merit or ability does he possess?

It's completely useless right now...

Zhou Wenju shook his head slightly and returned to the hut from the plum tree. Just as he was about to step from the icy snow into the warm spring-like corridor, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

A strange thought popped into his mind...

Barrier? Celestial Veil?

This needle can be broken!

So...

What about the walls of heaven and earth?

The thought of this sent a tidal wave of emotions through Zhou Wenju's heart...

We have to give it a try!

If he succeeds, that will be his greatest reward!

Zhou Wenju stepped into the long corridor...

He was enveloped in a warm, spring-like atmosphere.

Two maids bowed slightly: "Young Master Zhou, lunch is ready. Would you like to eat?"

"good!"

Zhou Wenju quickly finished his rice and went straight back to the bedroom prepared for him.

Sit cross-legged.

His consciousness sank into his sea of ​​knowledge, where literary energy was omnipresent, as if every brain cell possessed life.

His literary talent, rooted in his literary spirit, is like an octopus, extremely full.

His consciousness followed the text downwards, advancing little by little. Each step was a completely new realm for him, and for the first time in his life, he seriously examined his own brain...

At a certain point, the consciousness was blocked.

Zhou Wenju focused all his attention on surveying the empty space before him...

It may seem like there's nothing blocking the way, but in reality, the flow of literary energy is cut off here.

This is the Heaven and Earth Wall.

The barrier between heaven and earth prevents literary energy from entering the body, ensuring that literary cultivation remains merely mental cultivation. It grants scholars a mental space unimaginable to those who cultivate through meridians, yet it cannot benefit their physical bodies.

This is the law of balance in the natural order.

Heaven does not want people on any particular path to gain unlimited wealth.

This leaves those on other paths with nowhere to go.

Today, can we truly use the "Piercing Needle" to pierce through this barrier between heaven and earth and realize the great strategy of replacing true qi with literary qi?

If possible, his path would truly be vast and boundless.

He could give up the literary world, give up Wenshan, give up his literary heart...

All he needs to do is keep fishing, collect enough literary energy, guide that literary energy, and walk the path of meridian cultivation!

This is the groundbreaking concept of the Dao and its application by the pioneer Lao Can.

His ideas remained only at the theoretical level before they were dismembered and thrown off a cliff.

For Zhou Wenju, this theory boils down to... whether to stab or not!

Zhou Wenju pondered for a full quarter of an hour...

Fuck it!

Let's just do it and talk about it later!

Anyway, I was spared from death. At worst, you can just send me home, Fangtiandao!

The idea is set!

The needle of delusion rose with consciousness and plunged down!

With a loud bang, his body was turned upside down.

The seven-colored spiritual energy in his brain flowed down through the hole, reaching his dantian.

There was originally a light gray vortex in his dantian, which he obtained by cultivating the "Soaring Dragon Force" passed down by his elder brother, but it was only at the Dao Root level.

In the realm of pulse cultivation, it's practically zero...

As soon as the Qi reached the Dantian, the vortex of Qi suddenly disappeared into thin air, replaced by a seven-colored ball of Qi.

The colorful energy flowed unimpeded along his meridians.

The pale gray true energy that was originally in the meridians, like a rough countryman encountering a top scholar patrolling the streets, all retreated in an instant, fleeing and overflowing from the body's surface and being expelled...

Zhou Wenju was dumbfounded.

Is the literary style so domineering?

It didn't associate with the original true energy; it simply expelled it.

How's the effect?

His eyes snapped open, his right arm shot out, and the sheer force he displayed was astounding.

Chi!

He pointed with his finger.

This is the only move he has ever learned: Soaring Dragon Thrust!

This move was originally a spear technique. His elder brother, Zhou Wuju, was skilled with a long spear, and he learned the Tenglong Thrust from him.

As soon as he extended his finger, he was surprised to sense that his fingertip was indeed like the tip of a gun, carrying unparalleled destructive power. The power of this strike was at least a hundred times greater than before.

His half-baked Dao Root Realm, because literary qi replaced true qi, his actual combat strength is probably equivalent to the Dao Altar Realm. This is the huge difference brought about by the difference in the quality of true qi.

In addition, another surprise awaits him...

As his true energy was expelled from his body, his entire body became sticky, indicating that impurities in his meridians were being expelled.

It was as if he had undergone a "marrow cleansing"!

Why is this happening?

There is a very abstract reason: literary style carries the arrogance of a scholar, who disdains associating with vulgar things.

Zhou Wenju stood up, opened the door, and there stood the two sensible maids, who bowed in unison: "Young master, is there anything you need?"

"Ahem..." Zhou Wenju said, "I've been traveling for days and I'm a little sweaty. Would it be possible to go to the bathhouse to wash up?"

The two maids smiled gently: "Young master, please come with us!"

The bathhouse door opened.

The light in front of Zhou Wenju turned on; it was a luminous pearl, previously hidden in a lamp box. As soon as the door opened and the partition opened, the light turned on automatically.

The pool in front of them suddenly lit up, and water vapor began to rise, as a row of fire magic stones changed the water temperature.

Beside the pool, a hidden compartment opened automatically, revealing neatly folded towels and a beautifully polished soapstone.

On the other side, a door opened silently, revealing a set of snow-white scholar's robes hanging inside. A strange aura emanated from the robes, and Zhou Wenju, relying on his mastery of artifact techniques, accurately determined that the robes were high-grade human-level clean robes, which also had the function of keeping warm.

Bath water, bath soap, bath light, and change of clothes—everything is provided.

"Young master, are you satisfied with this bathhouse?" The maid on the left smiled gently.

"The Mo family's bathhouse is unparalleled in the world!" Zhou Wenju exclaimed.

"That's good. The water is ready. I'll help you change and bathe, young master..." said the maid on the right.

"Ah, this... this really isn't necessary!" Zhou Wenju panicked. "I can do it myself, I can do it myself. You two ladies, please go out."

"It's alright!" the maid said. "It is my honor to bathe a talented man like you, young master."