Immortality: Starting with a grave, I'm invincible when burying corpses.

"Going astray in cultivation" is a concept that was first proposed by the Taoist and Buddhist schools and later spread to the entire Nine Realms.

As time goes by and more and more people use it, the concept of this word has been continuously derived, and its scope has become wider and wider.

As it has evolved, the meaning of this word has become vastly different from its original meaning.

In the Nine Realms today, whenever someone's cultivation goes wrong, they turn bad, their mind becomes corrupted, or they do something despicable, they are often blamed for going astray.

It seems that simply using these four words can explain everything.

It has only been a hundred years or so from promotion to abuse.

Perhaps it was for psychological comfort, perhaps to make it sound better, or perhaps to distance themselves from any involvement.

If a disciple of a sect or a younger member of a family has a serious problem, someone will choose to explain it away by saying that they have gone into a state of demonic possession, in order to cover up their own incompetence and evade related responsibilities.

The term "becoming a demon" has also been associated with the demonic sect in the process of its evolution. As long as a person falls into depravity and joins the demonic sect, they will be called "going astray and becoming a demon".

Later on, even if your ideas differed from the mainstream, you would be considered to have gone astray, or even be branded with the stigma of falling into evil ways.

Gradually, people forgot the original meaning of "going astray" and regarded it as a monstrous flood, associating it with evil.

The mere mention of this word sends shivers down people's spines, making them unwilling to confront the real problem.

In the original definitions of Taoism and Buddhism.

The term "going astray" refers to a situation caused by improper practice, which leads to disordered Qi, damaged meridians, and even ruptured heart vessels. More often than not, it is a physiological problem.

The term "entering the demonic realm" refers to the development of cognitive obstacles during spiritual practice, which in turn leads to psychological problems such as auditory hallucinations, delusions, emotional disturbances, and disordered self-awareness.

Physical pain can lead to mental distortion, and mental distortion can lead to physical pain; in most cases, the two are interconnected.

As for those martial artists in the martial arts world who, while practicing, end up killing someone, slaughtering a family, or even joining a demonic sect, most of them have nothing to do with going mad from their cultivation.

It's simply because these people have wicked intentions; they are evil people to begin with.

In fact, the Demonic Sect of the Nine Realms stated that it would not take the blame.

Even members of the Demonic Sect can go astray and suffer serious consequences, far exceeding the righteous path.

Even if someone has become an elite member of the demonic sect or an elder of the demonic sect, they can still suffer from demonic possession if their cultivation goes wrong.

In other words, going astray in cultivation can happen to any practitioner at any time.

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Normally speaking, going into a state of demonic possession is an extremely dangerous thing, and in severe cases it can even lead to immediate death.

Bai Ling is in a similar situation right now because she is too impatient and her mind is too tense. She is always eager to achieve quick results, which has led to hidden dangers over time.

Due to a moment of carelessness, Bai Ling's cultivation went awry. Without her noticing, she channeled her frenzied energy into her heart meridian, causing her entire body to spasm and her blood vessels to rupture, putting her at risk of death at any moment.

Such a level of demonic possession is unsolvable among mortals, even if the divine physician from Medicine King Valley were summoned in time to save the person.

He could only end up losing all his skills and having no hope of cultivating again for the rest of his life.

Bai Ling was lucky; she fainted in Mu An's shop.

As Bai Ling coughed up a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground, Mu An looked up and gazed over.

Mu An put down his book and glanced at Bai Ling. A hazy blue light rose in the room, and the fine halos of light turned into raindrops that sprinkled on Bai Ling.

In just over ten breaths, Bai Ling's broken blood vessels were repaired, and her chaotic energy was guided to the most suitable path.

The bulging veins receded, the bloodstains on his body disappeared, and his pale face gradually regained its rosy hue.

The person lying on the ground was breathing steadily, and there was no sign of injury.

Everything was the same as usual, as if Bai Ling had simply fallen asleep on the ground because she was tired from cultivation.

Having rescued someone in passing, Mu An lowered her head again and resumed reading her book.

He neither went up to check on Bai Ling's condition, nor brought her a rattan chair to lie down in, nor carried her into the house to rest.

He sat at his desk, flipping through the ancient books he had recently discovered at the treasure trove.

In the previous treasure trove, Mu Ling'er left him many books, mostly stories about mortals.

In the letter, Mu Ling'er asked him to read these books in the way ordinary people read books.

Mu An glanced at the books Mu Ling'er had left him; if laid out together, they could fill a hundred or so bookshelves, and he might not be able to finish reading them even in a hundred or eighty years.

However, there's no need to rush, as Mu An doesn't have anything she absolutely has to do.

His current level of cultivation no longer requires deliberate practice. The Great Dao of Heaven and Earth is right before him. Even if he does nothing, Heaven and Earth will spontaneously communicate with him, thereby guiding his understanding of the Great Dao.

Mu An's strength is improving every moment.

Time flows by, and it's okay to slow down a bit.

……

The person at the table was leisurely reading a book, while the person who had fainted lay on the cold ground, creating a harmonious and natural scene in the dimly lit shop.

During this time, a man from the martial arts world walked into the shop. When he saw Bai Ling on the ground, the burly man immediately took a step back and left the "crime scene" without making a sound.

It wasn't until the sun was about to set that Bai Ling on the ground slowly woke up.

Like countless others who were still half asleep, Bai Ling sat on the ground in a daze, motionless for a long time, unable to tell whether it was day or night.

She opened her eyes groggily, then closed them again in a hazy state, her hands unconsciously groping around on the floor.

It wasn't until the orange-red sunset shone through the window onto her face, making her squint involuntarily, that Bai Ling finally calmed down a little.

In an instant, Bai Ling slapped her face with both hands.

With a sharp "smack," the girl's cheeks visibly flushed red.

This was immediately followed by a painful scream.

"It hurts!"

"It wasn't a dream, I'm not dead..."

After making intimate contact with her face and hands, and looking at her clean clothes, Bai Ling tried circulating her inner energy and came to a conclusion.

She's still alive, and she's not dreaming.

The terrifying scene and the feeling of dying were probably all nightmares she had.

Otherwise, there's no reason to explain why she's completely unharmed, with no blood on her body and her internal energy circulating normally.

"So realistic, such a scary dream."

The dazed girl murmured something, her still somewhat confused eyes darting around.

The familiar shop, the familiar bookshelves, the familiar owner, the familiar floor.

Huh?

floor?

Is there something wrong?