Porter's Immortal Cultivation: I Have Level 5 Full Inscriptions

Chapter 113 Distributing the Silver

The mirage scroll seemed to have died somewhat haphazardly.

Unfortunately, this type of reel doesn't use any advanced mirage species; it doesn't have eyes or ears, but it does have the function of restoring the reel's recording.

If someone were to come and learn the Five Elements Fist and end up creating a Daoist diagram, that would be quite a spectacle.

Yang Silang asked hesitantly.

"Grandma, the scroll is just gone like that, isn't that a problem?"

There are only a limited number of scrolls in the tower. If one of the scrolls hanging in the room suddenly catches fire, you can't very well assume that the great martial arts master patrolling the tower is blind.

"What's so difficult about that...?"

Grandma Tianjing chuckled softly and uttered the word "summon".

A moment later, a scroll flew in from outside. Granny Tianjing's eyes flashed with a blue light, and a moment later, she printed another Five Elements Fist diagram on the scroll.

She explained to Yang Silang.

The Mirage Scroll is a low-level consumable that feeds on human blood. It has a limited number of uses and will self-immolate after prolonged use, requiring a new scroll to replace it.

According to normal procedures, it is necessary to report to higher authorities and re-burn the reel, and record it in the file.

However, Granny Tianjing herself possessed this supernatural ability and took care of it directly.

As for the Wujing Pagoda, by the end of the dynasty, the rules and regulations had become less strict, with only superficial strictness remaining. The number of blank scrolls in stock was no longer up to par.

Because some martial arts are learned by few people and no one feeds them blood, the mirage demons should be nourished with demon flesh and blood to maintain their vitality.

However, the Shun Dynasty's national strength is declining day by day, and it is common for the supply of demon flesh and blood to be insufficient. Some mirage demons have long since starved to death, but they are still on the official payroll. The Grandmaster of the Tower can receive a sum of money for flesh and blood rations every year.

Therefore, the actual number of scrolls and the number of scrolls in the archives have long since become mismatched, creating a mess. Having one more or one less scroll is not a big deal.

Yang Silang found it utterly absurd upon hearing this.

Grandmasters are human too, and they need to earn money, but to embezzle funds from demons is truly outrageous.

Grandma Tianjing continued.

"You've already learned the method of meditation, and you have a little oil left. You can try entering meditation now."

"However, you must remember one thing: focus your spirit and do not try to separate it from your body. Otherwise, at best you will fall seriously ill and suffer great mental damage, and at worst you will die."

"Once you are in a stable meditative state, I will teach you the true Daoist methods."

"The next step is called the visualization method, which involves imprinting the traces of the Dao into one's soul. This must not be neglected."

Yang Silang understood.

Entering a meditative state is merely equivalent to training muscles, tendons, bones, and skin to a suitable state in martial arts; true mastery requires practicing boxing and stance training.

"Next time, bring some good wine and meat..." Granny Tianjing's voice came calmly, "Now that you have the magic, don't be stingy with money."

"Grandma has lived for hundreds of years, and I can't even satisfy my slightest craving for food."

"What's the point of living?"

Well—this fragile old lady still hasn't gotten over that.

After promising his grandmother that he would ensure she and the prefect enjoyed the same level of food and drink next time, Yang Silang bid farewell to his grandmother and left the Wujing Pagoda.

It was already late at night.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, repeatedly replaying in his mind the meditative state he had just witnessed.

Yang Silang stopped thinking about it only after he had mastered it perfectly, but he didn't rush to practice.

There are many taboos in cultivating Taoist practices; extreme joy or anger are not suitable.

He was overjoyed to have received the Daoist teachings today, but it was not a good time for him to practice. Instead, he jumped out of bed and began his routine boxing and stance training.

Wait until midnight.

Yang Silang then stopped punching and kicking, dissipating the boiling blood and qi in his body.

Only then did he have time to ponder the events that had occurred in the tower that day.

First of all, the Taoist technique passed down by Granny Tianjing must have a significant background, and there will be troubles to follow it, so she only dared to pass it on secretly, allowing Yang Silang to learn it in secret.

In addition, the fact that Grandma made him learn the Possession Realm and then switch to other methods at least shows that the cultivation in the first few realms is safe. Could it be that the power of this technique only becomes apparent after the Possession Realm?

Never mind, we might not even be able to find the next cultivation method by then, so why think about it for so long?

He turned his head and fell asleep.

A few days later.

Inside a private room at Tianxianglou.

Pei Buqi, Zhuang Sheng, Bai Lang, and Yang Silang reunited, along with Yan Nanxing and Jin Xiangyu.

In this world, it seems that even the finest food and drink isn't considered classy if you only have girls to accompany you while you drink. It's as if you can't show your sincerity without doing so.

Yang Silang was very curious about one thing—Jin Xiangyu was dressed as a young man today, and a beautiful woman was also leaning against her.

Perhaps it's because Jin Xiangyu is already familiar with everyone.

He might not be that familiar with Yang Silang, but since they fought side by side, he wasn't an outsider.

This woman, usually aloof and elegant, had a blush on her face today. She was embracing a beautiful woman and teasing her softly, right in front of Yan Nanxing. Yan Nanxing himself didn't want any girls around him, but he watched Jin Xiangyu embracing the girl and taking advantage of her with a look of doting affection.

This is difficult to evaluate; Yang Silang felt that both of them were rather abstract.

Today, the spirited Pei Buqi is hosting a dinner party.

The government has already distributed the reward for killing the golden trout today. I wonder if there was any reason behind that General Hei's involvement.

First, the Jiangdong Army under the General Commander received a banner that read "The Pillar of Stabilizing the Sea," which smeared the General Commander's face with white powder.

Then, the Jinxiangyu-backed Liujin Merchant Guild also received the plaque of "Number One Righteous Merchant in Jiangdong". Of course, everyone knows that this "Number One Merchant" does not include the various aristocratic families.

He was like a general among dwarfs, the leader of a monkey troop without a tiger king in the mountains.

In other words, both Yan Nanxing and Jin Xiangyu obtained fame and their wishes were fulfilled.

Next, Pei Buqi, Zhuang Sheng, and Bai Lang finally became fourth-rank commanders, taking charge of several thousand soldiers.

of course,

Everyone knows that the garrison soldiers are a group of old, weak, sick and disabled people. It would be difficult to find even a few hundred who can fight. But the important thing is that once you become an official, you can leech off the soldiers and receive a salary without actually fighting.

Then there was Yang Silang. He didn't seek official position; he came for gold and silver. He obtained a large sum of gold and silver and should have been satisfied, but there were some minor setbacks.

The total amount was eight thousand taels of gold. Pei Buqi repeatedly stated that since he did not want an official position, he must satisfy him with gold and silver.

result.

Yang Silang discovered that he had obtained two thousand taels of gold...

Wait, something's not right? What happened to the promised generous compensation?

He fought his way to the death, and all he got was three third-stage golden pills?

Brother Pei, you're really treating your brothers like dirt!

Pei Buqi said to Yang Silang with a face full of apology.

"Brother Yang, I'm sorry, the reward money is only 80% after it leaves the yamen; it's common practice to lose 20%..."

How could one not plunder and get their hands greasy when passing by the prefectural government office?

"The traditional rule is that the wealthy families return all the gold and silver they contribute, while the merchants split the profits 30/70..."

"The government has seven officials, and we have three..."

Yang Silang did the math: the total of 8,000 gold was only 4,400 gold in the group's hands.

He knew that Pei, Zhuang, and Bai had taken almost nothing, and Jin Xiangyu was not short of money, but Yan Nanxing would certainly receive a lot, and it was very likely that he would receive the same amount as him.

Pei Zhuangbai and the other two belong to the garrison system, which seems to have no connection with General Hei's battalion system. But if a real battle breaks out, they will still be under the command of the general.

Therefore, Yan Nanxing may not need it, but they cannot refuse to give it to him.

In addition, although one demon was actually killed this time, the reward was still doubled as if two demons had been killed. This was actually due to the influence of General Hei. You can't think that the influence of the general is something that can be borrowed for free, can you?

Pei Buqi had already secretly explained this principle to Yang Silang long ago.

In this way, the two thousand gold coins can be explained, and Pei Buqi truly kept his promise.

Yang Silang's eyes darted around, and he chuckled, patting Pei Buqi on the shoulder.

"Brother Pei, you are overthinking it. Since it is a rule, it must be followed."

Yang Silang's statement put everyone at the table at ease, and they ate and drank together in a very pleasant atmosphere.

All of them were martial artists with an amazing capacity for alcohol. Even the girls who were urging them to drink got drunk, and everyone else was also a bit tipsy. The girl that Jin Xiangyu was holding in her arms was replaced by a tall, broad-chested man.

The quality was noticeably worse than the previous one, but Jin Xiangyu didn't mind.

Pei Buqi let out a burp and said excitedly.

"In a few days, we will be taking up our posts. It's a pity that Fairy Bai will be performing at the Flying Immortal Platform. It's an opportunity that only comes once every three years. It's a shame that we won't be able to see it."

Zhuang Sheng and Bai Lang both showed expressions of regret.

Even Yan Nanxing sighed, "White Fairy."

Jin Xiangyu glared at him, clearly showing signs of jealousy.

Yang Silang was curious about who this White Fairy was, and why she could elicit such a strong reaction from so many people. Putting aside everything else, Yan Nanxing was deeply in love with Jin Xiangyu and was a romantic at heart.

Jin Xiangyu, however, was somewhat evasive, neither agreeing nor disagreeing outright, employing certain tactics.

For a woman to worry about losing control of her lover, this fairy must be a much more sophisticated woman.

Seeing Yang Silang's confusion, Pei Buqi, taking advantage of being slightly drunk, slurred his words.

"Brother Yang, once you kill the Golden Spear Trout, you're one of us..."

"Telling you won't hurt... This White Fairy isn't like us martial artists; she's a true cultivator..."

Yang Silang's heart stirred.

Could this so-called White Fairy also be a Taoist cultivator?

Yan Nanxing immediately spoke up to stop him.

"Brother Pei, you're drunk!"

"Be careful what you say, lest you harm Brother Yang..."

Pei Buqi immediately sobered up, lowered his head, and shut his mouth.

As long as he's not facing Jin Xiangyu, his mind is perfectly clear.

The atmosphere at the table became somewhat awkward at this point.

Everyone understood what Taoist arts were, but assumed Yang Silang didn't; Yang Silang knew he actually understood, but he had to pretend not to.

Yan Nanxing gave Yang Silang an apologetic smile, considered for a moment, and then gestured with his hand, pointing to everyone, including himself.

"Brother Yang, since we're all on the same side, it's fine to tell you, just don't tell anyone else."

"This fairy in white is a Taoist, unlike us martial artists. She follows the path of cultivating both martial arts and Taoism."

"The so-called Taoist arts are also difficult to explain. You can simply understand it as Taoists being able to use similar supernatural powers as demons, which are extremely powerful."

Yan Nanxing leaned over and said in a low voice.

"Furthermore, Taoists who have achieved mastery of their cultivation live twice as long as martial artists. Do you understand how powerful that is?"

Yang Silang nodded vigorously; he already knew how powerful the Taoist was…

Yan Nanxing breathed a sigh of relief and continued.

"But the imperial court has rules: practicing martial arts is not prohibited, but practicing Taoism is not."

"Apart from scions of prominent families, nobles who share the fate of the nation, and members of a few major sects, no one else is allowed to cultivate Taoism."

He gave a sad smile and pointed at the crowd.

"We can't be repaired..."

"Brother Pei is from a branch of a prominent family, beyond the fifth degree of kinship; we are a few from respectable families who rose through the ranks via the proper military examinations; and Sister Jin is a wealthy merchant."

"If anyone dares to cultivate in private and is discovered, they will be executed as an unaffiliated cultivator without even being interrogated."

Yang Silang had to cooperate by putting on expressions of shock, disappointment, and resentment; he felt that acting was much harder than drinking.

Pei Buqi then took over the conversation.

"The White Fairy is a celestial being, someone we can only look up to but never reach."

"However, she cultivates both martial arts and music. If we could listen to her play a piece using Daoist music, it would be equivalent to several days of hard training for us martial artists."

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