The Confucian and Taoist Sages of Mortal Cultivation

"The True Word Calligraphy Scroll contains countless laws. Only by creating poems with a righteous spirit can one activate the laws within the scroll and condense the True Words."

"Every mantra possesses the power to manipulate creation and is unfathomable to heaven and earth."

It turns out that this bamboo scroll is actually a Xuan Tian treasure, which can only be activated by cultivators with a righteous spirit.

Now that Yang Qingyuan has regained his memories of his past life and has rediscovered various aspects of Chinese language and literature, his righteous spirit has surged, which is why he has barely met the standard to activate the True Word Calligraphy.

"It's actually a Confucian cultivation technique, which is extremely rare in the world of mortal cultivation!" Yang Qingyuan realized that the fragment of the "Haoran Nourishing Body Technique" he obtained at the bottom of the cliff should be a Confucian cultivation technique that can be practiced by anyone with any spiritual root attribute.

Compared to Taoist and Buddhist practices, the unique feature of Confucian practices lies in their righteous spirit.

This noble spirit is not a magical power; ordinary people can possess it. It is an outward manifestation of people's improved morality, sense of justice, and sense of responsibility. It can only be cultivated through studying Confucian classics and consistently acting in accordance with morality.

This righteous energy has two main functions. First, it is extremely powerful, pure, and righteous, naturally restraining evil spirits, demonic energy, bloodlust, and other extremely yin and evil forces, thus providing a spiritual defense effect. Second, it can assist in the cultivation of Confucian techniques and enhance the power of Confucian supernatural abilities.

Throughout the entire novel "A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality," Confucian scholars rarely appear.

This incomplete version of the "Great Righteousness Nourishing Body Technique" has thirteen levels, and can be cultivated up to the thirteenth level of Qi Refining. The content after Foundation Establishment is no longer available, and it only includes a few basic low-level spells such as the Heavenly Eye Technique and the Object Manipulation Technique.

"I wonder if those poems from my past life are considered original creations in this world? And whether they would be recognized by the True Word Calligraphy Manual?"

In an instant, Yang Qingyuan's mind raced with thoughts, realizing that his escape depended on this mantra scroll.

Just then, a series of footsteps came from outside, getting closer and closer.

Yang Qingyuan felt dizzy again, his consciousness returned to the outside world, and he looked towards the cave entrance following the sound.

Wan Xiaoshan, standing beside him, also gripped the brass mirror tightly, staring intently at the cave entrance, swallowing hard as if facing a formidable enemy.

The next moment, two figures walked in side by side from outside the cave, their steps steady, as if they were strolling leisurely.

On the right is a smiling young man of sixteen or seventeen, dressed in a yellow shirt, holding a cyan flying sword.

On the left is a Taoist priest who looks to be about twenty or thirty years old. He has a fair complexion, no beard, and regular features. He has a whisk draped over his arm.

"Wu Jiuzhi! Qingwen Daoist!" Upon seeing the two, Wan Xiaoshan's face turned ashen, and he clenched his teeth.

Yang Qingyuan secretly activated the "Great Righteousness Nourishing Body Technique" and used his Heavenly Eye Technique, a silver light flashing in his eyes.

Under the observation of the Heavenly Eye Technique, it can be clearly seen that Wu Jiuzhi and Qingwen Daoist are surrounded by bright spiritual light, one is at the eighth level of Qi Refining and the other is at the ninth level of Qi Refining.

Wan Xiaoshan and Yang Qingyuan are both at the sixth level of Qi Refining, and their strengths are quite different.

Wu Jiuzhi then twirled his cyan longsword and chuckled, "Brothers, I have already given you a chance."

"Since you refuse to surrender, then I, Wu, will have no choice but to send you on your way."

When Wan Xiaoshan saw that the longsword in the other party's hand was radiating spiritual light, it was at least a high-grade magic weapon, and he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

Qingwen Daoist looked at Yang Qingyuan with great interest, but felt that Yang Qingyuan's temperament had changed a lot. He couldn't help but feel puzzled. After pondering for a while, he said, "Brother Qingyuan, I know that you are a rogue cultivator, unlike Wan Xiaoshan of the Wan family in Kuya Mountain."

"If you are willing to follow Fellow Daoist Wu's example, submit to our Black Fiend Sect, and serve this humble Daoist."

"I'll spare your life then, how about it?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Jiuzhi, who was standing nearby, was taken aback for a moment, clearly not expecting that Daoist Qingwen would invite Yang Qingyuan to join the sect. However, he quickly recovered and echoed, "Brother Qingyuan, this is a heaven-sent opportunity."

"The strength of our Black Fiend Sect is beyond your imagination."

"For independent cultivators like you and me, being able to join the Holy Church is already a great honor."

"With the support of the Holy Church in the future, it is not impossible to achieve Foundation Establishment."

"Of course, to join the Holy Church, one must have a pledge of allegiance, such as Wan Xiaoshan's life essence."

These words sent a chill down Wan Xiaoshan's spine.

After all, they were already at a disadvantage in a two-on-two situation. If Yang Qingyuan were to defect to the enemy, he would be caught between two sides.

Yang Qingyuan raised his crimson rainbow sword, pointed the tip at Qingwen, and said, "As the sage said, it is better to obtain something directly than through crooked means!"

"I, Yang Qingyuan, will never collude with the Black Fiend Cult."

The Black Fiend Cult is an evil cult that specializes in extracting people's life essence and blood. Moreover, its followers are all subjected to soul-binding restrictions, turning them into complete slaves. It is by no means a wise choice.

Upon hearing Yang Qingyuan's response, Qingwen Daoist's expression darkened further, and he said viciously, "Fine, fine, fine!"

"In that case, I will borrow the essence and blood of you two fellow Daoists to advance further."

Wu Jiuzhi, standing nearby, volunteered, chuckling, "Qingwen, these two are only at the sixth level of Qi Refining. Leave them to me. Consider it my pledge to join the Black Fiend Sect."

Upon hearing this, Daoist Qingwen nodded slightly and replied, "Very well, the Lin brothers have gone to hunt down Han Li and won't be back for the time being. These two will be in Fellow Daoist Wu's care."

Wu Jiuzhi muttered incantations, and the cyan longsword in his hand hummed in response.

Immediately afterwards, the cyan flying sword flew out of his hand, slicing through the air and stabbing towards Wan Xiaoshan and Yang Qingyuan, bringing with it a series of "whoosh" sounds.

"Not good!" Wan Xiaoshan's expression changed drastically, and he immediately threw out the yellow bronze mirror in his hand.

A yellow bronze mirror floated above his head, and with a "spinning" sound, it immediately spewed out a cloud of yellow mist.

The clouds condensed into a yellow shield, blocking the path of the cyan flying sword.

The two magical artifacts collided several times in the air, producing a series of metallic clanging sounds.

"It can block my Azure Light Sword!" Wu Jiuzhi said with a surprised expression, "No wonder you are a disciple of the Wan family of Kuya Mountain."

"But how long can you, a mere Qi Refining Level 6 cultivator, withstand my sword?"

Wu Jiuzhi instinctively ignored Yang Qingyuan's presence, after all, the other party not only had low cultivation, but the crimson longsword in his hand was also only a mid-grade magic weapon.

Wan Xiaoshan was already drenched in sweat, his magical energy rapidly depleting.

In the blink of an eye, the shield formed by the yellow bronze mirror began to flicker and show signs of disintegration.

With a loud "bang," the shield finally gave way, turning into specks of light and disappearing.

The yellow bronze mirror also fell from the sky to the ground, making a crisp clanging sound.

"It's over." Upon seeing this, Wan Xiaoshan's pupils shrank, and despair filled his heart.

"Haha." Wu Jiuzhi grinned maliciously and said, "You two are dead now!"

Wan Xiaoshan looked at Yang Qingyuan with a panicked expression and said, "Brother Qingyuan, what should we do now?"

Yang Qingyuan, however, looked thoughtful and replied, "In this situation, I must recite a poem!"