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Chapter 114 Entering the Tao

"So it was a grand event..."

"The core disciples of all the aristocratic families are going, so we're just standing on the periphery and getting some of the benefits."

"However, attendees need to be introduced by someone they know."

Yang Silang understood immediately upon hearing this.

A few days of arduous training is nothing to a martial artist; it's not like months or years of arduous training. The real important thing is that the core disciples of each family should go, right?

In other words, when the White Fairy organizes a gathering, the core members of those aristocratic families attend to support her and enhance each other's reputations. People like Yan Nanxing and Pei Buqi can also benefit from the event.

After all, everyone walking around there has a lot of connections, and they might be able to help out in the future.

From this perspective, the White Fairy wasn't hosting a listening session; she was clearly organizing a networking event.

It is understandable that Pei Buqi and others could not participate.

He joked.

"Besides her astonishing magical powers, this White Fairy must also be a great beauty, right?"

Pei Buqi smiled bitterly.

"Those who cultivate the Tao consume the essence of heaven and earth and cleanse their bodies, so they naturally possess extraordinary qualities. To describe them as beautiful would be somewhat inaccurate."

On the other hand, Yan Nanxing generously agreed, saying he would act as an introducer and take Yang Silang to meet him. This statement proved that he truly regarded Yang Silang as one of his own.

Yang Silang thanked him sincerely.

Among the group, Pei Buqi had a wide network of connections and many friends, but the one who could truly make decisions was Yan Nanxing. His nod indicated that he genuinely regarded Yang Silang as one of his own.

Yang Silang was somewhat curious about this meeting.

As for expectations, there's not much to look forward to, since the Taoist arts are already in hand.

However, recognizing people is quite necessary; it's good for broadening one's horizons.

After the matter was settled, everyone got along even better, and even Jin Xiangyu smiled and toasted Yang Silang, calling him Brother Yang.

After the banquet ended.

As Yang Silang walked through the alley, a cold wind blew, and a question came to mind.

Having only known the technique for a few days, he tried every means to cultivate the Dao. Luckily, he met Granny Tianjing and used some tricks to obtain the Daoist method. He was about to embark on the path of cultivation.

What about Pei Buqi, Zhuang Sheng, Bai Lang, Yan Nanxing, and Jin Xiangyu?

They needed to know that the law existed earlier, had a stronger background and connections, and was aware of the various temptations of Taoist arts.

Have these people honestly refrained from practicing Taoist arts for so many years? Have they not made any plans or schemes?

Perhaps, in secret, someone has also secretly learned Taoist arts?

Yang Silang laughed and stopped thinking about it. The Daoist arts were no longer like the moon in a well or the stars in the sky to him; they were within his reach.

late at night.

Yang Silang went out and took a stroll around the courtyard.

The moon is bright and the stars are few, a gentle breeze is blowing, and there is no thunder or rain today—perfect for meditation and spiritual practice!

He returned to his room, washed his hands and changed his clothes. After everything was in order, he took out a sandalwood box, opened it, and inside were seven thick incense sticks wrapped in a thin layer of gold leaf. These were calming incense sticks.

Yang Silang then took out a sealed copper box, carefully removed the outer wax seal, revealing an amber-colored ointment, which was one ounce of oil from the brain of the golden trout, also known as the "Wandering Spirit Guide".

He carefully poured the spirit guide into the sandalwood box and onto the seven sticks of calming incense.

The incense was originally yellowish-brown. When the incense was poured in, it first scattered at the bottom of the box. Then, because of the special nature of this calming incense, the ointments and oils flowed automatically towards it.

Before long, the bottom of the box became completely dry, except for the seven incense sticks, which had turned dark purple.

The calming incense is originally mainly sandalwood scented, while the wandering spirit-guiding ointment has a somewhat pungent smell. When the two are combined, they create a refreshing fragrance that is pleasant to the senses.

Yang Silang felt refreshed and invigorated. The slight dizziness he had felt after drinking the wine vanished completely, and his mind became inexplicably clear.

He clicked his tongue in amazement.

Carefully set out an incense burner, insert the calming incense sticks, light them, and a unique fragrance immediately fills the room.

The incense burned extremely slowly, and was thick and long; in the pitch-black room, only the tip of the incense shone.

Yang Silang sat cross-legged, adopting the posture of facing the sky. He had repeatedly practiced the meditation method in his mind and had memorized it perfectly.

His chest rose and fell slightly as he changed his breathing rhythm. Before long, he entered a state of tranquility. This step was not difficult for him. For martial artists, standing in a stance according to their breathing rhythm is a basic skill, and the two are similar.

As his breathing rhythm entered a certain pattern, Yang Silang could not see it, but he could feel that something inside his head, behind the Yintang acupoint between his eyebrows, had changed.

There, a tiny point seemed to have opened up in the void, incredibly faint, appearing and disappearing intermittently, its position shifting up and down, like a lone wisp of smoke in the wind, ready to be blown away and vanish at any moment.

This small dot is the Niwan point. The first step to entering meditation is to fix the Niwan point, to stabilize and strengthen this place where the spirit resides, and then to nurture the divine soul within it.

At a certain moment, Yang Silang knew the time had come, so he opened his eyes and took a deep breath.

An incense burner with calming incense sticks was placed in front of him. Yang Silang inhaled through his nose, and the calming incense burning in the room accumulated a layer of white mist that condensed and did not dissipate.

Now, with each inhale, the mist, like a dragon rolling back, entered his nose, seeped into his internal organs, entered his lower dantian, and permeated his entire body.

This step is called Seeking the Inner, which involves mobilizing the mysterious factors within one's own body. The Spirit Guide is a key to unlocking these mysteries and opening the treasures that are inherently present in the human body.

This step is called Seeking the Inner, which involves mobilizing the mysterious factors within one's own body. The Spirit Guide is a key to unlocking these mysteries and opening the treasures that are inherently present in the human body.

The white mist emitted by the burning incense was drawn into Yang Silang's body in large clumps, forming straight lines. In other parts of his body, it was not blood or qi, but some kind of factor that was drawn into the Niwan point of his brain.

Yang Silang felt the mud ball in his mind quickly solidify, and he could clearly sense it transforming from an illusion into reality, and even growing rapidly.

Thus, the first step of fixing the mud ball is completed.

Yang Silang dared not slacken his efforts; the next step was to cultivate his divine soul.

He continued in the five-center-upward posture and used breathing techniques to absorb the calming incense mist. This time, the calming incense mist entered his body and went straight into the Niwan point, which was stretched and became larger and more solid.

At one point, Yang Silang suddenly had a strange feeling, as if all his memories, emotions, five senses, etc., were being drawn into the tiny mud ball, as if a new brain was being developed in his brain.

He knew it was an illusion, yet it wasn't.

Because within the Niwan point, all thoughts arise and vanish, colliding, devouring, growing stronger, and dissipating.

Yang Silang kept his true self in check, eliminated distracting thoughts, and let things grow naturally.

After an unknown amount of time, another thing was born in the Niwan Palace. Its life was vigorous, and it grew wildly from a single thought almost instantly. Nourished by the calming incense mist, it grew rapidly and absorbed countless thoughts from the surrounding area, almost sweeping away all the thoughts in the Niwan Palace.

boom!

Yang Silang felt a sharp pain in his head, and briefly lost his senses. Then a wave of relief washed over him, pulling him back to reality.

When he opened his eyes again, the world before him had changed.

The hut was gone, the furniture inside was gone, and even the incense burner in front of him for calming the mind was gone.

It was pitch black all around, and I was in a narrow, spherical space, as if I could reach out and touch the thin membrane. I could hear a variety of sounds.

There was the rumbling of flowing rivers and the rolling thunder that resounded with a steady rhythm.

Yang Silang's eyes lit up as he strained to look upwards.

Outside the membrane, countless blood vessels coiled like mountains, reaching straight into the sky, while the sky itself was a vast expanse of white bones, as large as the heavens, also in an arc shape, with no visible boundaries.

Looking further down, one could see bones as thick as a road to the heavens, crisscrossing and blood flowing like a river; this was where the rumbling sound came from.

Within the intertwined bones and muscles, there was a mountain of flesh that rhythmically contracted and expanded, from which came the buzzing sound of thunder.

Yang Silang withdrew the light he was radiating, looked down at himself, and even raised his hand.

He saw that he was naked. However, it did not have a bald head, and its hands, feet and body emitted a faint glow.

Yang Silang instantly realized that he had just developed a divine soul and was examining his own body for the first time...

The moment he conceived the thought, a wave of immense fatigue washed over him, and in the blink of an eye, he was no longer in this mystical state.

Yang Silang exhaled a heavy breath, opened his eyes, and saw the familiar little house in front of him. The smoke from the incense burner was rising into the air, only a small part of it had burned.

According to Granny Tianjing's estimation, she would need half an incense stick to enter a meditative state. Now that the effect is so good, Yang Silang suspects it's because he is a Steel-Dirty Grand Martial Master, whose body and spirit are already near perfect, making it easier for him to generate a divine soul—at least for the meditative state, the Steel-Dirty Grand Martial Master's body is more than enough.

He knew that from this day forward, he had entered the Dao and become a Daoist cultivator on the long path of cultivation.

Of course, this also means that he has become a rogue cultivator. If he is discovered by the government and aristocratic families, things will be very bad.

Yang Silang's soul was newly formed, but he was mentally exhausted because the step of entering meditation required using demonic materials as a catalyst to stimulate the body's own accumulation, and then condense his soul.

The invisible drain was enormous, leaving him feeling physically and mentally exhausted.

My Qi and blood are not depleted, and my vital energy is not diminished, but I still feel physically tired and mentally exhausted.

Smelling the calming incense, Yang Silang could feel his fatigue gradually subsiding, but the speed was too slow. By the time he had rested properly, it would probably be past midnight.

After entering a meditative state, one inhales incense to restore one's spirit and strengthen the divine soul in the Niwan point; the steps are actually quite simple.

"Rejuvenation!"

Yang Silang silently recited his divine power once, and instantly regained his full strength and vitality.

hiss……

My system is so effective at martial arts training, it seems it would be amazing to use it for Taoist cultivation as well. How much calming incense would I save?

Without a second thought, he used his breathing technique to inhale the calming incense mist into his body again.

in this way.

Several hours passed, and the sky in the distance began to lighten with the pale glow of dawn.

Inside the room, the calming incense in the incense burner had almost burned to the end, but the flame was still bright.

Yang Silang has used his Rejuvenation Divine Power five times.

Inside the Niwan Palace, Yang Silang's soul and body had become almost tangible. This little luminous figure had even grown hair, eyebrows, and beard, making it almost identical to his physical body, lifelike.

With the divine soul perspective activated, the brain, flesh, blood, and bones outside the Niwan Palace were no longer like mountains and rivers, but merely enormous. This, in turn, indicates that the divine soul within the Niwan Palace had made rapid progress and grown countless times over in one night, which is why there was such a stark contrast in perspective before and after.

Yang Silang opened his eyes, his gaze sharp and bright, his spirits high.

He not only completed the step of entering samadhi, settling his Niwan point and generating a divine soul, but also strengthened his divine soul overnight, growing hair and nails.

This was far beyond what Grandma Tianjing had estimated. Originally, she thought he would have to use at least two incense sticks to generate a divine soul to be considered successful.

Yang Silang finished his practice with satisfaction, concluding his first night of Taoist cultivation.

He got up and opened the window, letting in a blast of cold air.

When the calming incense burned, its aroma lingered and did not dissipate. After it burned out, the slight lingering scent was completely dissipated by the wind. No one knew that a rogue cultivator had actually been cultivated in the martial arts hall last night.

The first light of dawn appeared outside the window, but the night was still dark and the surroundings were silent.

Yang Silang was filled with excitement. The night was dark and deep, but no matter how powerful or skilled one was, no one could stop the day from coming.

So what if he's a rogue?

With the system's assistance, even a wild cultivator like myself can forge a golden path and see the scenery at the end of that journey!