The Three Teachings Converge into One: The Path of the Mortal and the Saintly is the Same

Poetry:

Amidst the smoke of war in the vast desert, white-robed soldiers, bearing orders, enter the battlefield.

He concealed his presence and hid his immortal techniques, saving countless people from calamity.

It is said that Su Qingxuan and his party had been away from Kahe City for three days.

Su Qingxuan, Chi Ying, and twelve members of the "Candle Dragon" team

In the name of the Great Xia Mystic Medicine Relief Team,

Traversing the war-torn western desert.

They were driving a disguised medical vehicle and two SUVs.

The vehicle was fully loaded with medicines, bandages, and surgical instruments.

There were also food and water purification tablets obtained from the Anshi black market.

For the next three days, Su Qingxuan did not use any supernatural powers or displays of divine abilities.

He completely shielded himself and his teammates from any spiritual energy fluctuations—

He has now reached the threshold of becoming a "saint in the human world" (the peak of Mahayana Buddhism).

It's easy to evade detection by mortal technology.

As the stars swept across the sky, they were just an ordinary medical team;

As the drone flew by, thermal imaging showed normal human body temperature.

The electronic monitoring only revealed medical conversations in a mix of Ansean and Common Language.

"Young master, ahead is Savy Town. The celestial signs indicate large-scale fighting."

Chi Ying stared at the tactical tablet, her brows furrowed.

"The town has been taken over by the elite troops of the Canaan City-State."

But there might be civilians hiding underground, possibly guerrilla fighters.

Su Qingxuan closed his eyes to sense, and opened them after a moment:

"There were seventeen vital signs, all very weak, in the basement."

Two seriously injured, five slightly injured, and ten starving and dehydrated.

Twelve Canaan soldiers and two armored chariots were stationed around the town.

"Should we save them?" Chi Ying asked.

"Save them." Su Qingxuan said without hesitation, "But this time, we can't use conventional methods."

He instructed the convoy to hide in a mountain valley three kilometers from the town, and then got out of the car alone.

Night provided the best cover; he drifted towards Savy Town like a fallen leaf.

Footsteps tread silently, the figure appearing and disappearing among the ruins, perfectly blending into the shadows.

The sentries at the town entrance were smoking and chatting, speaking in a southern dialect:

"Damn it, how much longer do we have to stay in this godforsaken place?"

"The command said it would take at least three days for the engineers to blow up all the tunnels."

"I heard there are civilians down there?"

"Who cares? The higher-ups said that anyone hiding underground will be treated as a hostile element."

Tomorrow morning, just pour kerosene on it and burn it.

Su Qingxuan's eyes turned cold.

He bypassed the sentries and slipped into the town through a hole in the collapsed wall.

The streets were littered with bomb craters, charred vehicle wreckage, and shattered shop windows.

An elderly man lay dead under a building on the street, his body half-buried in rubble.

Following his senses, Su Qingxuan arrived at the Little Moon Temple in the center of town.

The crescent moon and star emblem on the temple roof was half blown off, and the interior of the temple was a mess.

The bookshelf had fallen to the ground, and the scrolls of the Moon Goddess were scattered all over the floor.

It was filthy from being trampled by military boots.

The life force originates from underground.

Su Qingxuan found the secret door—

A loose floor tile was lifted up, revealing a narrow staircase underneath.

He went down the stairs silently, and at the end of the stairs was an iron door, locked from the inside.

"Open the door, I'm here to help you," Su Qingxuan said softly in Anxi language.

There was complete silence behind the door.

After a long silence, a trembling child's voice asked, "Who...who are you?"

"The medical team from Great Xia has come to deliver medicine and food."

Another silence followed.

Then, the iron gate opened a crack, and a bloodshot eye peered out.

Seeing Su Qingxuan wearing a white coat and carrying a medical kit,

The owner of the eyes relaxed a little.

The door opened, revealing a boy of about ten years old, so thin he was skin and bones.

But he was tightly gripping a rusty kitchen knife in his hand.

In the basement, sixteen more people were crammed together.

The air was polluted and filled with the stench of festering wounds.

Two seriously injured people lay on a tattered blanket; one had chest and abdominal wounds.

The wound festered, causing a high fever and leading to a coma.

One person suffered a severe lower limb injury, and their condition continued to deteriorate even after hasty bandaging.

Five people sustained minor injuries, including broken arms or head abrasions.

The other nine were elderly people, women, and children, all of whom were starving.

Upon seeing Su Qingxuan, an old woman burst into tears:

"Thank the moon goddess... someone has finally come..."

Su Qingxuan had no time for pleasantries.

He quickly examined the seriously injured and took out instruments from his medical kit—

In fact, what they took out were elixirs and silver needles.

He used his inner energy to disinfect, his movements as swift as lightning, first removing shrapnel from the wounded chest and abdomen.

Apply the tissue-regenerating powder and then use acupuncture to infuse vitality.

Then, clean the wounds of those with severe lower limb injuries, set bones and tendons, and give them a life-saving pill.

All of this took less than fifteen minutes.

The breathing of the two seriously injured patients stabilized.

The high fever subsided, and the wound began to heal slowly.

Everyone stared in disbelief, thinking they had witnessed a miracle.

Su Qingxuan then treated the wounds of those with minor injuries and distributed compressed biscuits and clean water.

Finally, he looked at the boy with the knife: "What's your name?"

"Ali." The boy's voice was hoarse.

Where are your parents?

"Dead." Ali said expressionlessly.

"The bomb destroyed the house. My dad pushed my mom and me out, but he didn't get out himself."

My mother... was shot and killed by soldiers three days ago while she was out looking for food.

Su Qingxuan felt a pang of pain in his heart.

He patted Ali on the head and handed him a piece of chocolate:

"Eat up, it'll give you energy."

Ali took it, but didn't eat it. Instead, he carefully broke it in half.

He tucked one half into his arms and handed the other half to a smaller girl next to him.

That's his sister.

"You can't stay here." Su Qingxuan scanned the crowd.

"Tomorrow morning, the soldiers in Canaan will burn down the tunnels."

Everyone was terrified.

The old woman cried, "Where can we go? There are soldiers everywhere outside..."

"Come with me." Su Qingxuan stood up. "I can take you out of here."

To the relief camps in the South.

There are relief supplies and doctors from Great Xia there; it's safe for now.

"But..." a middle-aged man hesitated.

"The town is completely surrounded. How are we going to get out with so many of us?"

Su Qingxuan did not explain.

He walked to the corner of the basement, placed his hands on the ground, and silently channeled his true energy into the area.

A moment later, the ground trembled slightly, and a narrow crack extended from the base of the wall.

It leads directly to a sea buckthorn forest 300 meters outside the town.

This is a variation of earth-遁术 (earth-遁术) – performed without alerting people on the ground.

To create underground passages.

With Su Qingxuan's current cultivation level, he is already capable of doing this, but it also consumes a lot of energy.

His face paled, and he took a deep breath to steady himself.

"Go straight ahead from here, don't look back," Su Qingxuan said, pointing to the crack.

"Go south for six miles after you leave; a car is waiting for you. Hurry!"

The crowd was skeptical, but they had no other choice in this desperate situation.

Ali was the first to crawl in, followed by his sister, then the old woman, the wounded...

Finally, everyone entered the crack.

Su Qingxuan stayed behind until everyone had passed, then waved his hand to erase the traces.

The cracks disappeared, and the ground returned to its original state.

Having done all this, he left the Temple of the Moon quietly.

Like a ghost, it traversed the streets and returned to the mountain valley.

Chi Ying and her team have received seventeen refugees and are distributing food and blankets.

Seeing Su Qingxuan return, Chi Ying breathed a sigh of relief: "Young Master, did it go smoothly?"

"Successfully." Su Qingxuan nodded and looked at the refugees.

They were still in shock, but a glimmer of hope appeared in their eyes.

Ali walked over and handed the half-chocolate he was carrying to Su Qingxuan:

"Uncle, this is for you. You saved us, this is all I have..."

Su Qingxuan squatted down, took the chocolate, and put it back in Ali's hand:

"Keep it and share it with your sister."

Remember, no matter how hard it is, you must live on. As long as you live, there is hope.

Ali nodded emphatically, tears welling in his eyes.

The convoy headed south.

Su Qingxuan sat in the passenger seat of the medical vehicle, closing his eyes to regulate his breathing.

The continuous opening of underground passages consumed a significant amount of true energy.

In those three days, they rescued six groups of civilians, totaling more than one hundred people.

Each time, Su Qingxuan used only the most discreet method—

They might use earth magic, illusions to confuse the sentries, or their true energy to lift them over the wall.

He was like a true ghost, moving across the battlefield, saving lives without leaving a trace.

But the more he saved, the heavier his heart became.

Because the war is escalating.

The allied forces of the Eagle Empire and the Gravel City-States, after the success of their first round of decisive strikes,

Almost all of Anxi's court officials were wiped out, and a command system had to be temporarily set up.

The situation was temporarily paralyzed, with troops in different regions fighting independently.

The allied forces advanced swiftly, covering 200 kilometers in three days.

They occupied seven towns.

The number of civilian casualties in Anshi has exceeded 100,000.

One hundred thousand people.

Su Qingxuan recalled the 169 girls in Kahe City.

At that time, he felt that was hell.

But now he knows that it was just the entrance to hell.

The real hell is a hundred thousand broken families, a million people who have lost loved ones.

It is millions of souls suffering in fear.

"Young master, Cangnan City is just ahead." Chi Ying's voice pulled him back to reality.

Su Qingxuan opened her eyes and looked out the car window.

On the horizon, the outline of Cangnan City, the capital of the ancient kingdom of Anxi, appears in the morning mist.

This ancient city with a history of a thousand years is now shrouded in ominous smoke and dust.

Sporadic explosions could be heard in the distance—the guerrillas were still fighting.

The convoy was stopped at a checkpoint on the outskirts of the city.

The troops stationed there were remnants of the Anxi Royal Guard; the soldiers' eyes were bloodshot.

He looked exhausted, but his hand holding the gun was steady.

"Identification!" an officer said in Ankhes.

Chi Ying handed over the document: "Great Xia Mystic Healing Relief Team,"

Requesting permission to enter the city to conduct humanitarian aid.

The officer carefully examined the documents, glanced at the convoy, and finally waved goodbye.

"Go in. But be warned, the city is in chaos; there are public rallies everywhere."

And there are snipers too, so watch yourselves.

"Thank you." Chi Ying nodded.

The convoy slowly drove into Cangnan City.

The streets of Cangnan City were different from what Su Qingxuan had imagined.

Unlike the devastation of Kahr—

The main buildings are intact, most shops are closed, and the streets are relatively clean.

Pedestrians are few and far between, and vehicles are rare, with only military vehicles and medical vehicles occasionally passing by.

But there was something suffocating in the air.

It wasn't the smell of gunpowder, nor the smell of blood, but an emotion—

Anger, grief, despair, hatred... these intangible emotions,

It was so intense that it almost solidified, pressing down on everyone's heart.

Su Qingxuan's spiritual sense "saw" even more clearly.

Countless gray air currents floated above the street.

That is the outward manifestation of the negative emotions of sentient beings. Ordinary people cannot see it, but practitioners can sense it.

These air currents intertwine and converge, forming gray "streams."

Flowing along the streets, it eventually converges towards the city center—Wanmin Square.

Deeper underground, something is "breathing".

It was a greedy, ravenous, and malicious being.

It was like a colossal beast lurking in the abyss, its jaws wide open.

It swallowed the gray air currents surging from the ground.

With each bite, its aura grew stronger, and the demonic power from the earth intensified.

"The Demon Lord's divided soul... or perhaps, a transformation array set up by the Apostles of Guixu."

Su Qingxuan felt a chill run down his spine; he had already seen far too much like this.

The convoy stopped at a public hospital near Wanmin Square.

This is the largest public hospital in Anshi, and it is currently overcrowded.

The corridor was filled with wounded soldiers, their cries and groans echoing through the air.

The shouts of doctors and nurses mingled together.

The smell of blood and disinfectant mixed together to create a nauseating odor.

As soon as Su Qingxuan and the others got out of the car, a middle-aged doctor in a white coat rushed over.

In Anxi language, he said urgently, "You are the Great Xia Mystic Medical Team? That's great!"

We lack medicines, blood plasma, and all kinds of medical supplies!

The surgeon has been working for 36 hours straight and is about to collapse...

"We brought some medicines and equipment." Su Qingxuan gestured to his team members to unload the goods.

"Take me to see the most seriously wounded."

The doctor led them into the emergency room.

The sight before them made even the battle-hardened "Candle Dragon" team members gasp in shock.

At least two hundred wounded lay in the hall.

The injuries range from minor to severe, with some suffering limb damage, others chest and abdominal injuries, and still others extensive burns.

Bloodstains seeped from the stretcher, and bloodstains were visible everywhere on the ground.

Several doctors and nurses were rushing among the wounded, too busy to attend to everyone.

"These are all injuries sustained during yesterday's aerial bombardment," the doctor said in a hoarse voice.

"I don't know how many people died in that air raid, but this many were sent here."

Su Qingxuan nodded.

He walked up to a boy.

The boy was about fifteen or sixteen years old. He had a wound to his left chest, which was close to his heart, and his life was in danger.

Su Qingxuan lightly tapped his finger, channeling his true energy to stabilize his injuries.

He then took out silver needles to seal the blood vessels, and said to Chi Ying, "Prepare for surgery."

Chi Ying immediately opened her portable magic box.

Since there was no sterile room, a temporary area was partitioned off in a corner of the lobby using a screen.

Su Qingxuan washed his hands and put on gloves with the skill of a surgeon with decades of experience.

In fact, given his level of understanding and knowledge of the human body's meridians,

They can perform this kind of surgery with even greater precision than the top specialists.

The scalpel cuts through the tissue, removing the bullet, suturing blood vessels, and repairing the tissue...

The whole process took no more than ten minutes.

A trace of color returned to the boy's pale face.

"Next." Su Qingxuan said without looking up.

In a full three hours, Su Qingxuan performed twenty-three surgeries.

It saved twenty-three lives.

With the assistance of Chi Ying and the "Candle Dragon" team members, they treated over a hundred lightly wounded soldiers.

Most of the medicines we brought were used up, and all the blood plasma was transfused.

When the last seriously injured patient was out of danger, it was already 3 p.m.

Su Qingxuan took off his blood-stained gloves, walked to the window, and looked in the direction of Wanmin Square.

A crowd is gathering there.

At first they came in twos and threes, then in groups, and finally they surged in from all the streets like a tide.

Men, women, the elderly, and young people... dressed in black, carrying black flags, silently walked towards the square.

There were no slogans, no shouts, only the sound of footsteps, heavy as muffled thunder, striking the earth.

"It's starting again." The middle-aged doctor walked to Su Qingxuan's side and smiled wryly.

Every afternoon, tens of thousands of people gather to protest against the atrocities committed in Canaan.

We demand that all parties uphold justice and vow to pay for their blood debts...

Su Qingxuan saw many familiar faces in the crowd—

They are the families of the wounded.

They were bandaging their wounds and using crutches.

She came, even though she was in a wheelchair.

The grief in his eyes had transformed into cold hatred.

"Why didn't you stop it?" Su Qingxuan asked.

"Stop it?" The doctor gave a bitter laugh. "Who's going to stop it? Almost all the high-ranking members of the royal family are dead."

The remaining officials hid in underground bunkers, afraid to show themselves. The army?

The royal guards are now standing with the people; they are also in the rally.

Besides... what right do we have to stop it? Our high priest was assassinated.

The king has disappeared without a trace, and more than twenty high-ranking officials have been brutally murdered... This is a national disgrace!

It's a blood feud that wiped out our entire clan!

His voice became excited: "Do you know what? Yesterday,

A twelve-year-old girl held up a sign that read that all seven members of her family had died, leaving her the only survivor.

She asked the uncles and aunts at the rally: What should we do?

An old soldier hugged her and said: Child, remember today.

Once we drive out the invaders and rebuild our homes, you must live well.

Tell your children, tell your descendants—

Our nation will never surrender!

The doctor's eyes were filled with tears: "So, how do we stop it?"

This is the common will of millions of people, the dignity that flows in their blood.

We can die, but we cannot die on our knees.

Su Qingxuan remained silent.

He understands, he completely understands.

From a human perspective, Anxi was not wrong.

They were the invaded, the victims.

Their anger is justified, and their resistance is only natural.

It would be abnormal if they didn't resist or hate.

From the perspective of the power structure in the mortal realm—the Canan city-states supported by the Ruoyingsa Empire have won a complete victory.

The entire Western Wilderness Sand Sea will fall under its control, and the vital trade routes and spirit mines that run east to west will be cut off.

The border trade and stability of the western border of the Great Xia will be greatly impacted.

Therefore, the situation must remain deadlocked to wear down the Eagle's power.

But... from the perspective of demonic possession...

Su Qingxuan's spiritual sense "looked" towards the sky above the plaza...

The anger, grief, and hatred of tens of thousands of people erupted like a volcano, soaring into the sky.

The gray air currents are no longer streams, but rivers and oceans!

They converged and spun in the air, forming a huge vortex several kilometers in diameter.

At the center of the vortex lies a core of resentment as black as ink, a core of "unyielding spirit."

The substantial energy transformed from the collective will of "blood debts must be repaid in blood".

And this energy is being frantically devoured by that being underground!

Su Qingxuan could clearly "see" the gray currents flowing like rivers into the sea.

It seeped into the ground and was swallowed by that greedy maw.

With each bite, the demonic energy from the earth surged exponentially.

A terrifying seal loosened slightly.

"This is an open conspiracy." Su Qingxuan felt a chill in his heart. "The open conspiracy of the Demon Lord of Guixu."

The Demon Lord doesn't need to personally wage war; it only needs to guide, catalyze, and utilize it.

The hegemonic ambitions of the Eagle Empire, and Anxi's national dignity.

The irreconcilable contradictions between the two sides... these are all readily available fuel.

All the Demon Lord needs to do is light a fire below and then reap the benefits.

The more brutal the war, the deeper the hatred, the more "nourishment" the Demon Lord reaps.

When the hatred of these millions reaches its peak, when the entire country becomes a crucible of hatred...

The Demon Lord's divided soul could absorb enough energy to break the seal.

To descend upon the world.

At that time, all living beings will suffer, and the three realms will be ravaged...

But what could Su Qingxuan do?

Go and tell the people at the gathering: Do not hate, let go, forgive.

That would be tantamount to making them abandon their dignity and be at the mercy of others.

Su Qingxuan couldn't do it, nor was he qualified.

Go tell Ancien's resistance fighters: Stop fighting and surrender.

In this way, the Demon Lord will not get nourishment?

That was betrayal, a betrayal of those who have died and those who are suffering.

Su Qingxuan's Dao heart wouldn't allow it.

Go tell Eagle and Canan: Cease the war, you've fallen into the Demon Lord's trap?

They won't believe it.

Even if they believe it, they won't stop—once the war machine starts moving,

Once interest groups are bound together, it's not something that one or two people can stop.

Moreover, they are backed by the Apostles of Guixu.

No solution.

There is truly no solution.

unless……

The pendant on Su Qingxuan's chest suddenly began to vibrate violently.

The Three Meridians Seal is both a warning and a... yearning.

Su Qingxuan was suddenly struck by a crazy idea.

If the Demon Lord can absorb hatred, why can't I?

Since these negative emotions are destined to become nourishment,

Then I'll get there first and "eat" them up.

Snatching food from the jaws of a demon!

It is:

A million cries of grief shook the square, and a thousand-foot wave of hatred surged into the darkness.

The demon devours resentment, turning it into demonic flames, and steals food from the most dangerous gates.