Taoist priests in the supernatural world

Chapter 103 Warring States Period Alchemists, Imperial Aura

Clouds and mist rise in a magnificent display, and golden light shines in countless directions.

The mountains are shrouded in mist, and the morning light shines through the clouds, refracting into a seven-colored halo.

This place is unlike any ordinary mountain forest; it truly has the air of a blessed land of immortals.

Xiang Liang leaned on a wooden cane, looked up at his surroundings, and a look of amazement appeared in his eyes.

"What a beautiful place with clouds and mist."

He stroked his beard and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration:

"Indeed, this is a place where immortals live in seclusion. If there are truly immortals in these mountains, I would believe it to some extent."

Xiang Yu carried Yi Xiaochuan on his back, his steps as steady as a mountain.

Upon hearing his uncle's words, Xiang Yu looked towards the distance not far ahead.

There stands a stone tablet there.

The stone tablet is extremely tall, carved from a single piece of mountain rock, and covered with Qin seal script.

The handwriting is vigorous and the knife marks are very deep, clearly indicating that it was made by government officials.

Xiang Yu glanced at it briefly and said in a deep voice:

"Uncle, the people down the mountain should not have deceived us."

"Look, there's a stone tablet over there that the King of Qin ordered to be carved."

Xiang Liang took a few steps closer and squinted at it.

The inscription on the stone tablet roughly translates to: The King of Qin sought out the immortal Huang Bai of Penglai, offering him the position of Prime Minister in exchange for a meeting with the immortal.

After reading it, Xiang Yu frowned slightly.

"If even the King of Qin couldn't persuade him, can we really bring him here?"

Upon hearing this, Xiang Liang revealed a somewhat unfathomable expression.

"Ji'er, you don't know this, but in the eyes of the gods, there may not be much difference between emperors and ordinary people."

Whether one can find a connection to the immortals depends on fate, not status or position.

He looked up into the depths of the clouds and slowly said:

"If emperors could truly invoke divine intervention through their power, then the ruler of the world would still be the Zhou emperor, not some mere Qin Shi Huang."

Xiang Yu seemed to be deep in thought.

Xiang Liang then said:

"Since you need something from me, you must not be rude. Call me 'Immortal Elder' and be respectful in your attitude."

Xiang Yu nodded.

He placed Yi Xiaochuan, who was on his back, next to a flat rock, straightened his clothes, and bowed to the depths of the mountain.

"Xiang Yu, a man from Chu, seeks an audience with the Immortal Elder of Penglai!"

The sound was powerful and resonant, carrying through the mountains and forests, startling a flock of birds into flight.

The mountains were silent, and no one answered.

Xiang Yu waited a moment, then raised his voice:

"Xiang Yu, a man from Chu, led his wounded men into the mountains."

"Please, sage, bestow medicine to heal me!"

A moment later, the plants suddenly stirred.

A girl in a green dress appeared on the treetop at some unknown time.

The girl, around ten years old, with rosy lips and white teeth, and bright, lively eyes, sat on a high tree branch, her two feet swinging gently, like a spirit that suddenly appeared in the mountains and forests.

A small, bright red bird was perched on her shoulder.

The little bird tilted its head and looked down at the people below, its bright black eyes seemingly sizing them up as well.

Xiang Yu's pupils contracted slightly.

With his hearing and intuition, he could detect movement when an ordinary person approached within a few dozen steps.

When the girl appeared, there was no sound of footsteps, no wind, and not even the rustling of branches.

"Such superb lightness skill!"

Xiang Yu was secretly alarmed.

Zheng Bao'er sat on the treetop and glanced down at the group.

Her gaze first fell on Xiang Yu, then on Xiang Liang, and finally settled on the arrow wound on Yi Xiaochuan's shoulder.

"Are you the ones who came here seeking medicine?"

Xiang Yu cupped his hands and said:

"Indeed, my brother has been shot by an arrow and his life is in danger. Please inform the immortal, young lady."

Zheng Bao'er blinked.

"Come with me."

After saying that, she lightly leaped and skimmed through the branches.

Her movements were light and graceful, her clothes fluttering, like a green titmouse.

Xiang Yu carried Yi Xiaochuan on his back, with Xiang Liang following beside him.

Guided by Zheng Bao'er, the group passed through a misty mountain forest and soon arrived at a secluded valley.

The vegetation in the valley was exceptionally lush.

The bamboo shoots were almost as tall as a person, the mushrooms were as big as umbrellas, and the vines were as thick as pythons, coiling around the ancient trees.

A faint medicinal fragrance filled the air.

Xiang Liang and Xiang Yu grew increasingly apprehensive as they walked.

If he was only half-believing when he first entered the mountains, now, seeing the obviously illogical vitality of the plants, he was mostly convinced.

Deep in the valley, there is a thatched hut.

Two people emerged from the thatched hut.

The man had white hair and beard, a ruddy complexion, and was in high spirits.

The other person was a young Taoist priest.

When Xiang Yu first saw Zheng Anqi, whose beard and hair were all white, he subconsciously thought that this man was an immortal.

He immediately put Yi Xiaochuan down and bowed to Zheng Anqi with clasped hands.

"Please, sage, save my life!"

Zheng Anqi was startled and quickly stepped aside to avoid it.

"No, no, that won't do!"

He waved his hand with a wry smile, pointing to Huang Bai beside him.

"I am but an attendant, not a celestial being. This is the true sage, Huang Bai Jun."

Xiang Yu, Xiang Liang, and Yi Xiaochuan all looked at Huang Bai at the same time.

They originally thought that the legendary Immortal of Penglai should at least be an old man with white hair and an otherworldly air.

Who would have thought that the real immortal would look so young?

Although Xiang Yu was shocked, he quickly recovered.

He clasped his hands in a fist salute again, his tone extremely solemn.

"I was blind to your greatness and have no idea what you are talking about. I hope you will forgive me, sir."

"This brother was injured because of me, please, sir, help him."

Huang Bai did not answer immediately.

His gaze fell on Yi Xiaochuan, then swept over the tiger-shaped pendant in Yi Xiaochuan's arms.

Tiger tally.

Or rather, the key item that brought Yi Xiaochuan here.

A hint of interest appeared in Huang Bai's eyes.

After a moment, Huang Bai looked at Zheng Anqi and said, "Anqi, you make the move."

Zheng Anqi paused for a moment, then pointed to himself.

"I?"

Although he has now mastered the method of consuming calamus and cultivated a trace of pure spiritual energy within his body, this is the first time he has actually treated someone's arrow wound.

Moreover, the young man's injuries were quite serious.

Zheng Anqi's face clearly showed some hesitation.

Huang Baidao:

"It's alright, I'll keep an eye on things."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Anqi felt much more at ease.

He took a deep breath, walked to Yi Xiaochuan's side, and squatted down to examine the wound.

When Yi Xiaochuan saw that the white-haired old man was about to make a move, he immediately became nervous.

"Wait a moment!"

"Do you have any alcohol here? If not, strong liquor will do."

Before he could finish speaking, Zheng Anqi grabbed the arrow shaft and pulled it out sharply.

puff!

The arrow, along with flesh and blood, was pulled out.

Blood spurted out instantly.

Yi Xiaochuan suddenly arched his body and let out a scream.

"ah!!!"

Zheng Anqi dared not stop his hands.

He quickly applied the medicine to the wound.

Immediately afterwards, a wisp of pale green light appeared in his palm.

That was the pure and spiritual energy cultivated through the art of longevity.

Zheng Anqi gritted his teeth and pressed his palm hard against Yi Xiaochuan's shoulder.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

Yi Xiaochuan then let out another pig-like scream.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!"

Xiang Yu watched from the side with a furrowed brow, but did not interrupt.

A layer of sweat also appeared on Zheng Anqi's forehead.

The pure energy flowed into the wound, and the flesh began to heal, with the everted skin gradually closing up.

Moments later, the arrow wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the end, only a faint red mark remained.

Zheng Anqi breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked at Huang Bai with some shame.

"Sir, your injury has been healed."

If Huang Bai had intervened, he certainly wouldn't have caused this much pain.

But there was a faint smile on his yellow and white face.

Zheng Anqi saw this smile and a thought suddenly struck him.

He always felt that the gentleman seemed to be deliberately making the young man suffer a little.

Yi Xiaochuan sat up abruptly and quickly touched his shoulder.

The place where the arrow was stuck no longer hurts at all.

He twisted his arm and looked down at his shoulder, where only a faint red mark remained.

"this……"

Yi Xiaochuan was completely dumbfounded.

"Are there really gods in this world?"

He was stunned for a while before he quickly got up and bowed repeatedly to Huang Bai and Zheng Anqi.

"Thank you so much, doctor! Thank you so much! Your medical skills are amazing! Even better than the doctors in the emergency room of a top-tier hospital!"

Xiang Yu was completely bewildered and couldn't help but laugh:

"What nonsense are you spouting, my dear brother?"

Yi Xiaochuan laughed and said, "This is a compliment, the highest level of compliment."

Apart from Huang Bai, no one could understand Yi Xiaochuan's modern slang.

Huang Bai, seeing that he didn't expose him, simply said:

"Now that your injuries have healed, you may descend the mountain."

Upon hearing this, Xiang Yu quickly bowed again.

"Thank you so much, Immortal Elder, for saving my life."

Xiang Liang also respectfully cupped his hands in greeting.

"The Xiang family will forever remember this kindness we have shown you today."

Yi Xiaochuan also cupped his hands in greeting.

"Thank you, miracle doctor. I will definitely repay you when I have the chance."

Huang Bai simply waved his hand.

"Go."

After everyone thanked them again, Zheng Bao'er saw them out of the valley.

On the way down the mountain, Yi Xiaochuan finally learned the other party's identity from Xiang Yu.

"etc."

Yi Xiaochuan suddenly stopped in his tracks, almost aggravating the wound on his shoulder that had just healed.

"What did you say your name was?"

Xiang Yu looked at him.

"Xiang Ji, courtesy name Yu, is also known as Xiang Yu by others."

"Brother, you will surely achieve great things in the future."

Upon hearing this, Xiang Yu burst into loud laughter, saying, "Hahaha! Thank you for your kind words, my worthy brother!"

Xiang Liang glanced thoughtfully at Yi Xiaochuan.

This young man was strangely dressed and spoke oddly, yet he seemed to know things that others did not.

However, now is not the time to delve into this.

Later, seeing that Yi Xiaochuan was all alone and had nowhere to go, Xiang Liang took him in as a disciple and taught him swordsmanship and the way of life.

Xiang Yu developed a favorable impression of Yi Xiaochuan because of the incident at the execution ground.

The two were close in age, one bold and unrestrained, the other carefree and unconventional. Before long, they became sworn brothers.

……

In the valley.

Huang Bai stood under the tree, watching the departing figures of the group, his expression thoughtful.

Zheng Anqi walked to his side and asked, somewhat puzzled:

"What are you looking at, sir?"

He gazed at Xiang Yu's retreating figure and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration:

"That tall man's energy and blood are truly astonishing; he probably has the strength of several thousand kilograms."

"Truly a fierce general of our time."

Huang Bai did not answer, but his gaze remained fixed on the direction where Yi Xiaochuan had gone.

Zheng Bao'er held Zhuque and peeked inside.

"Brother Huang, are you looking at that injured young man?"

Huang Bai nodded: "Did you guys notice him?"

Zheng Bao'er thought for a moment and then said bluntly:

"He was timid and kept saying things I couldn't understand. He didn't seem to have any real ability."

Zheng Anqi shook his head:

"That's not entirely true. Although that young man is physically weak and a bit impulsive, he has a lot of vitality and may have a bright future."

After the grandfather and grandson finished speaking, they both looked at Huang Bai.

Huang Bai's complexion looked somewhat strange.

Actually, there are two people.

Zheng Anqi was taken aback.

"two?"

Zheng Bao'er blinked in confusion.

Huang Bai did not continue to explain, but simply turned and walked towards the thatched hut.

"It's nothing, let's go back and refine the pills."

In mythology, Yi Xiaochuan became sworn brothers with Xiang Yu. Later, he caught the eye of Lü Taigong, who planned to make him his son-in-law. Lü Zhi loved him deeply.

He was humorous and witty, generous with money, and had a chivalrous spirit.

More importantly, this man was a military talent; he killed Li You when Qin was destroyed and even entered Guanzhong earlier.

This resume looks familiar...

Huang Bai shook his head, temporarily suppressing these distracting thoughts, and returned to his thatched hut to continue refining pills.

……

The night was deep, and the black wind howled.

The mountains are shrouded in mist and clouds during the day, but become exceptionally cold and gloomy at night.

All was silent, as if birds, insects, snakes, and beasts had all fallen asleep.

The cool moonlight shone through the woods, illuminating a figure and revealing his true appearance.

He had a rosy complexion, dark skin, vertical pupils, and a slender frame, with slightly protruding tendons on his back.

This person was the alchemist who observed the stars and qi on the high platform of the Black Stone in the East Sea.

He looked up towards the valley.

The white clouds here did not disperse at night, and condensed into the shape of a lingzhi mushroom.

The mountain's energy is interconnected with the celestial phenomena, perfectly corresponding to that alien star that is neither part of the Five Virtues nor yin and yang.

The vertical pupils in the eyes of the alchemist with the rosy complexion contracted slightly.

"The white clouds here form mushrooms, and it is from this that extraordinary phenomena arise."

He muttered to himself, then continued up the mountain under the cover of night.

If he encounters an extraordinary person, he will cut them down with his sword.

At the very least, you should try to find out the other party's background.

Danyan Fangshi drew his bronze sword from his waist.

He stretched out his finger and gently ran it across the blade.

A wisp of external medicinal power adhered to it, and the bronze sword gleamed with a layer of cold, iron-like light, becoming indestructible.

Before long, the alchemist Danyan arrived at the top of the valley.

He stood on the edge of the cliff, looking down at the thatched hut below.

Inside the thatched hut, the fire in the stove had not yet gone out, and the faint fragrance of cinnamon wafted through the air.

The alchemist with the crimson face was about to leap down.

Suddenly, a whooshing sound came from the air.

He suddenly looked up.

The next moment, his expression changed drastically.

"A winged person from Fusang?"

A figure was seen standing in the night sky.

The man wore a golden crown, had golden eyes like the sun, white feathers spread behind him, and a faint golden light flowed around him.

It is yellow and white.

Huang Bai looked down from his high vantage point at the Dan Yan alchemist on the cliff edge.

"Fellow Daoist, why did you visit so late at night without informing me?"

The alchemist's pupils contracted sharply.

Without the slightest hesitation, he turned and ran.

He had only one thought in his mind.

We must tell Mr. Xu and Mr. Zou what this person really looks like.

Danyan the alchemist was filled with regret at this moment.

He cultivated a body of profound iron, impervious to swords and spears, and immune to water and fire, believing he could go anywhere in the world.

I thought that the person I encountered this time, even if not an ordinary sorcerer, would just be a minor figure with some skill.

Unexpectedly, the other party turned out to be a legitimate immortal who had displayed the extraordinary appearance of a winged being.

When did such a person appear in the world?

He pushed off with his feet and shot into the dense forest like an arrow.

However, the next moment, the firelight illuminated half of the night sky.

The Taiyi True Fire swept in from the void, instantly engulfing the Danyan alchemist's body.

His dark skin gleamed with a metallic sheen in the firelight, glowing a deep red.

Danyan Fangshi grunted and burst out of the flames, his figure leaping more than ten feet.

"what?"

Huang Bai raised his eyebrows slightly, a hint of surprise appearing in his eyes.

These Warring States period alchemists were indeed quite skilled.

With just this physical body, it could probably withstand the bombardment of ordinary firearms.

We must not underestimate anyone in the world.

Boom!

Two bolts of fire and lightning struck down overhead.

Thunder and fire clashed, striking the red-faced sorcerer squarely in the back.

Dan Yan Fangshi's dark skin instantly turned red, and even showed signs of melting on the surface.

The lightning traveled straight through his flesh and into his bone marrow, numbing his entire body and stiffening his limbs. He collapsed to the ground, unable to move any further.

"Thunder?"

Dan Yan, the sorcerer, struggled to raise his head, his vertical pupils filled with horror.

"You also possess thunder magic?"

He was filled with despair.

The art of observing celestial phenomena can reveal celestial signs and destiny, but it cannot truly predict the future.

Moreover, the fate of this person before us is extremely strange.

In his eyes of aura observation, this person clearly carried a trace of imperial aura.

And for those of them who observe the signs of the universe, the most difficult thing to predict is the emperor.

Danyan the sorcerer stared intently at Huang Bai, his face filled with disbelief, and said, "Impossible! How could you possibly possess the aura of an emperor?"

Yellow and white slowly fell from mid-air.

With a flick of his sleeve, a golden silk whisk flew out.

Countless silver threads descended, instantly entangling the Danyan alchemist and wrapping him up like a silkworm cocoon.

Danyan the sorcerer tried to struggle, but the silver threads tightened around him, and he gradually lost his voice.

"The aura of an emperor?"

Huang Bai's expression shifted slightly upon hearing this.

After a moment's thought, he roughly understood the reason.

Perhaps some emperors in certain worlds worshipped themselves as imperial deities.

For example, the title of Yellow Heaven Emperor bestowed upon him by the Jiajing Emperor.

If sacrifices are performed with state rites, over time, they will naturally acquire some imperial airs.

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