How can one cultivate immortality without learning modern knowledge?

In a short while, Zhou Wenju flew across the Hexi Valley.

They fully experienced the thrill of galloping across the open fields.

But as a light mist enveloped him and wisps of fog settled on his body, his steps suddenly became heavy.

An invisible and intangible strange power quietly invaded his body.

As soon as this force arrived, the internal energy platform that had been operating smoothly suddenly slowed down significantly.

The seven-colored qi within the meridians suddenly shone brightly, as if sensing a great crisis.

It wasn't just the literary energy within his meridians; the crisis his brain sensed was even more intense. The newly formed literary world seemed to be surrounded by an unseen shadow.

This is the Qi of the Wayless.

So domineering.

Such poison.

Ordinary people can only sense physical discomfort, at worst experiencing an imbalance of qi and blood, or even a serious illness.

Only a spiritual practitioner like him, experiencing it firsthand, could truly understand its terror.

Zhou Wenju paused for a moment.

Sink your mind into the sea of ​​consciousness, use the text as your eyes, connect the meridians of your whole body, and introspect your entire body.

He felt a fierce internal struggle within his body.

The Daoist Qi that enters the body collides violently with the literary Qi within, and they dissolve into each other.

Judging from the current situation, although the aura of the Dao permeating this place is domineering, it is ultimately very thin and can be dissolved by his literary energy. It is not enough to destroy his foundation in literary cultivation and meridian cultivation.

Ok!

With a firm resolve, Zhou Wenju focused his mind on his spiritual platform, controlling its steady operation.

We climbed the mountain step by step along the narrow, overgrown path.

He walked very slowly.

It's similar to climbing a mountain like any other person.

The surrounding mountains and forests were just like any other mountains, with green trees, yellow flowers, withered grass, and long vines. He even saw a few wild fruits on a tree by the roadside.

The leaves have all fallen, but the wild berries are still bright red on the lone branch.

He reached out, plucked one, and gently pressed it with his fingers. It was full of juice, but the power of the Dao in the juice was ten times stronger than the power of the Dao in the air.

It seems that the trees and grass by the roadside, and the bamboo grove swaying gracefully in the light mist ahead, are all products of a lack of morality.

With a gentle wave of his hand, he dropped the fruit into the abyss below. Passing through the bamboo forest ahead, he saw a small wooden house.

The wooden house sits on a platform on a cliff.

There is an ancient tree next to it.

The wooden house is built against an ancient tree. Although it is very simple, every branch and vine presents a natural beauty.

A soft whooshing sound rang out from inside the courtyard gate.

Accompanied by a very faint sound of wind.

Zhou Wenju looked up and saw a little fox.

The fox was pure white, perched on a horizontal branch of the big tree, its two blood-red eyes fixed on him, its gaze quite fierce.

"Xue'er, someone's here?" A voice came from inside, soft and ethereal, like heavenly music...

The courtyard gate creaked open.

Before Zhou Wenju appeared the Immortal Physician.

On that day, the healer was veiled in white gauze; he could only see her graceful figure, not her true face.

Today, the true face of the legendary healer is revealed.

Her beautiful hair was like drifting clouds.

A beautiful face, like flowers in a dream.

Her skin was as white as snow, yet even more delicate, but the two fading red patches on her cheeks indicated a sickly appearance.

The Healer's beautiful eyes gazed at Zhou Wenju outside the door, her lips slightly parted, revealing an expression of utter disbelief: "Young Master Zhou..."

"I was somewhat rude to the Immortal Physician yesterday, and I have come here today to express my apologies!" Zhou Wenju bowed slightly.

The healer took a deep breath: "You... how dare you come here?"

"The Way of Heaven and the Way of Destruction are poisons to each other, yet there is a balance point. This place is only halfway to the peak, and I can still hold on," Zhou Wenju said.

"Really alright?" The healer's eyes were filled with surprise and uncertainty.

She is a prodigy from the Holy Family of the Medical Saint. She is the person in the world who understands the power of the Daoless the most. Although the Halfway Peak is filled with the aura of the Daoless, how could an ordinary cultivator possibly ascend to it?

In her view, only two kinds of people can reach the halfway point.

One type is the person who has absolutely no cultivation. They can risk being sick to participate in the battle. After all, the damage caused by the Dao-less Qi only affects the cultivation of the Heavenly Dao. Since they have no cultivation at all, there is no damage to them.

Another type is those whose cultivation is beyond the norm, such as the literary fruit in the literary path, or the Dao fruit in the cultivation path. Their cultivation has been solidified into "fruits," and they can withstand the aura of the Dao without being disturbed by external winds and clouds.

Which category does he belong to?

Obviously not!

How did he actually appear in front of her?

Is it really harmless, or is it just an act?

Zhou Wenju laughed: "Look at my calm and collected smile, and you'll know I'm telling the truth!"

The healer sized him up...

She couldn't tell whether it was the truth or not.

Zhou Wenju chuckled softly: "So, even today, the Immortal Physician still forbids me from visiting?"

The healer breathed softly, "Young Master Zhou, please!"

She bowed at the door and left immediately.

By the time Zhou Wenju entered the courtyard, she was already sitting far away at the tea table on the edge of the cliff.

There was tea on the table, and it smelled quite nice.

However, the physician's voice came softly: "I apologize, Young Master Zhou, but the tea here is of an uncivilized nature. Please forgive me for being impolite; we cannot serve tea to honored guests."

"It's alright, just sit down!" Zhou Wenju strolled over and sat down at the other end of the coffee table.

The two were at least five feet apart, and when Zhou Wenju sat down, the doctor subconsciously moved his chair back, to the edge of the cliff.

"Young Master Zhou, have you heard the villagers talk about this young lady?" the physician asked.

"Yes, young lady, for the sake of others, you willingly endured this inhumane attack. This heart and these actions truly exemplify the benevolence of a healer. Your title of 'Healing Immortal' is well-deserved!"

The Immortal Physician smiled gently: "Young master, you flatter me! When I made this choice back then, it wasn't as pure as you and the villagers thought. I just had a very high opinion of myself and believed that with the Holy Way of the Physician, I could definitely suppress the power of the unrighteous. In the end... things didn't go as planned."

"So, the conclusion of your research over the years is that the power of the Dao is ultimately unsolvable?" Zhou Wenju asked.

"It's not right to say there's absolutely no solution!" the Immortal Physician said. "The Heavenly Dao and the Daoless Dao are poisons to each other. What does 'mutual' mean? It means they wear each other down. In the end, it's still a matter of strength. The power of the Heavenly Dao is stronger than the power of the Daoless Dao. The power of the Daoless Dao is like a wisp of dust in a gale, easily swept away. The power of the Heavenly Dao is not stable enough, which gives the power of the Daoless Dao an opportunity to take advantage."

"However, cultivators of the Heavenly Dao cannot accept the erosion of the Heavenly Dao True Qi and Heavenly Dao Literary Qi they have cultivated throughout their lives; this erosion itself is poison!"

"If we stand at this level, then there is indeed no solution," the physician said.

Zhou Wenju slowly raised his gaze, looking towards the distant sky...

"Young master is also a person skilled in medicine. Do you have a different understanding of this?" The physician carefully chose his words.

She was clearly also interested in Zhou Wenju.

Her interest lay in the medical conclusion of about five hundred words from yesterday. This conclusion was so profound that it was almost comparable to the "Medical Classic" left by the Medical Sage. Others could not see the value of these five hundred words, but how could she, as a former disciple of the Medical Sage's family, not see it?

The most unbelievable thing is the source of these 500 words.

She was well-versed in all medical classics, but had never seen these five hundred characters before.

Zhou Wenju laughed: "You flatter me, young lady. I have no knowledge of medicine whatsoever, how could I dare to claim to be an expert?"

"Young Master, you are too modest!" The Healer smiled gently. "Those five hundred words from yesterday were truly classics among classics. Judging solely from your healing methods, the miraculous healing effect you achieved yesterday is something even I, in my prime, might not be able to match!"

"Those five hundred characters come from a fragment left by a predecessor, a book called the Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic."

This is actually an answer to her question from yesterday.

Yesterday, he felt her attitude was bad, and her "fairy-like" behavior was quite disgusting, so he bluntly replied with "Sorry, I forgot."

Today is different!

Be frank and honest.

"The Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic?" The physician's heart skipped a beat. "How many words are in this fragment you speak of, young master?"

"There are more than eighty articles, totaling about 100,000 words."

The physician was truly astonished.

She was a medical student, and she knew that medical classics were often much longer than ordinary scriptures, but a book of 100,000 words was still astonishing.

"Young master, I have an unsolicited request, which is extremely presumptuous, but I wonder... if I might have the chance to see this extraordinary book."

"The author of this book is unknown. I only saw it by chance in the storeroom of Huding Mountain. I read it for several days. Afterwards, an ignorant servant regarded it as waste paper and stuffed it into the furnace as kindling."

The healer's face was full of regret, as if he were being cut in pain.