Chapter Seventeen: Half a Year
zure Dew Mist."Can you get in touch with the friend who has the soul grass" Qin Sang asked.Wen Lao shook his head. "The rules of the auction are set by those above. If it weren't for the frequent deal...When Ji Xindao said it, Qin Sang realized that Lao Wu was only less than forty years old.
Lao Wu was a native of Jiao Ming County in Beidi. He originally had two sons and one daughter, and made a living by farming. Although he was poor, he could still get by.
Last year, with a series of disasters, the northern counties were engulfed in flames. Rebel troops ran rampant, looting and massacring innocents.
Old Wu's village was raided by bandits. His wife and children were killed, and he only escaped with his youngest daughter. Soon after, his daughter fell seriously ill and died on the road because they couldn't afford medical treatment.
Once a happy family of five, now only Old Wu remained. He wandered aimlessly, following his countrymen to the city of Sanwu. At the first ferry crossing, he became a laborer to make ends meet. At night, he sought shelter under the eaves or in doorways of people's homes.
The old Taoist, seeing him pitiful, took him in and let him live on the mountain.
Who could have thought that the situation in the North had deteriorated to this point When will this vast kingdom ever find peace again
Spring goes, autumn comes.
When I wake up in the morning, I can see leaves scattered all over the yard, blown by the mountain wind. I can't believe it's already been a whole year since I came to this world. Qin Sang wrapped herself tighter in her clothes and walked towards Qingyang Hall, ready to start a fire and boil medicine.
When I was practicing martial arts in the courtyard with a fire burning, I happened to run into Lao Wu.
The two nodded at each other, Lao Wu hunched his back and walked out silently.
Watching Lao Wu's stooped figure disappear outside the Taoist temple, Qin Sang shook his head.
He never expected Lao Wu, who looked so frail and weak, to have so much strength. He had been working as a laborer for over half a year and didn't say anything about going home.
Over the past six months, Lao Wu has been working tirelessly, going out early and coming home late every day to pull fiber. He hasn't taken a break for a single day. Sometimes Qin Sang wakes up late and doesn't see him all day.
Looking at Lao Wu's demeanor, Qin Sang felt ashamed and redoubled his efforts, rarely slacking off.
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Qin Sang had never seen Lao Wu smile once. Besides being mute, when they met, he would only wave in response, with not a hint of expression on his face.
I don't know if Old Wu has recovered from the drastic change yet. His heart seems to be dead, and he shows no interest in anything. To Qin Sang, he appears like a walking corpse.
Although they shared the same room, Qin Sang didn't feel much inconvenience and gradually got used to it.
For the past six months, Qin Sang has never stopped practicing martial arts, cultivating his inner energy, and taking medicinal baths. After discovering the effectiveness of the baths, he became very enthusiastic, always following the old Taoist priest up the mountain to gather herbs. He explored every one of the dozens of peaks in this vast area surrounding Mount Huang Huang.
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The mountains on both sides of the Witch Tomb River are steep and dangerous, with wild beasts in large numbers. They ventured deep into the mountains to collect medicine, inevitably encountering danger.
The most dangerous encounter was with a pack of wild wolves.
It was evening, and Qin Sang and the old Daoist were cooking in a cave. Unexpectedly, a pack of over ten wild wolves were lured by the firelight. When Qin Sang heard the wolves howling, it was too late to put out the campfire. All he had in his hand was an iron hoe he had traded from a stonemason.
The pack of wolves surrounded the cave mouth, and the old Taoist's animal dung repellent powder was useless against them. He had no choice but to fight to the death if he wanted to survive.
Qin Sang stood alone at the cave entrance, holding an iron hammer. He was a single man guarding the pass, using his staff like fists, displaying the Tiger-Suppressing Long Fist.
I thought it would be a tough battle, but Qin Sang fought incredibly easily. Because the entrance was small, only three wolves could fit in at a time. Qin Sang dealt with three ferocious wolves at once with ease.
With a single iron rod, Qin Sang smashed the head wolf's brains out. Then, as swift as lightning, he killed several more. The remaining wolves fled with their tails between their legs.
Later, Qin Sang didn't have to ask. The old Taoist always took Qin Sang with him when he went out to gather medicine.
After this real battle, Qin Sang only then realized that his own strength didn't seem to be weak at all.
Later, to confirm his feelings, he went to the Wumwei鏢局 mountain villa to spar with Yang Zhen's disciples. Although he pretended to be defeated each time, Qin Sang knew that he had only used five percent of his strength.
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Their boxing style was far superior to Fuhu's Changquan, with seemingly powerful moves. However, in Qin Sang's eyes, they appeared rather slow. If he wished, he could easily find the flaws and counterattack.
With this martial arts skill, Qin Sang's thoughts couldn't help but become more active.
The rebellion in the North has dragged on for far too long, with uprisings springing up all over the place. Though many lords have raised their banners against the crown, most have been passive, leaving the Imperial army stretched thin and weary from fighting so many scattered rebellions.
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In the middle of the year, the Holy Emperor issued an imperial decree, announcing to all virtuous and talented individuals throughout the land that they should join the army in the north to quell the rebellion. If one makes extraordinary achievements, the title of king or marquis will be within reach.
The imperial edict arrived, causing a stir throughout San Wu City. Many patriotic individuals flocked north to answer the call to arms. Among Yang Zhen's disciples, three companions set out together, eager to make their mark and achieve fame.
Qin Sang was also a little moved, but what he valued was not wealth and honor.
Master Ji Xin's words have always been etched in Qin Sang's heart. Even immortals cannot abandon their seven emotions and six desires, and they too should enjoy worldly splendor. Approaching princes and nobles might allow one to come into contact with an immortal.
However, Qin Sang had never experienced war before, and felt a little uneasy in his heart. The battlefield was merciless, what if he accidentally got hit by stray arrows Wouldn't that be a waste.
Moreover, there are many talented people in the world today. How strong is one's own martial arts skills compared to those powerful Wulin masters with internal power Can one truly stand out
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That's why Qin Sang found it difficult to make a decision. In the end, he decided to stay at the Daoist temple and patiently cultivate the Netherworld Scripture, waiting to break through the first layer before making any further plans.
Qin Sang day after day cultivated, the strand of Qi in his body from the size of a hair to now could converge into a small stream, flowing through the meridians, finally nearing a breakthrough.
Today's batch of medicine is new, Qin Sang is nearing a breakthrough, and the demand for medicinal power has increased. The previous batch was only used for five days.
In the evening, Qin Sang patiently finished his homework. When night fell and everything was quiet, he closed the doors and windows tightly, sat cross-legged on the bed, and silently recited the Sutra of Serenity dozens of times before finally calming down. He then focused his mind and activated his cultivation technique.
Five weeks have passed in the blink of an eye. The Qi flows through his meridians, and Qin Sang has a feeling deep in his heart that after the next week, he will be able to break through!
The Netherworld Scriptures didn't mention whether there were other bottlenecks between the two realms. Qin Sang nervously urged his technique, and after a cycle was completed, his qi returned to his dantian.
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Qin Sang suddenly let out a muffled grunt, that energy in his dantian boiling over. Intense pain started from the dantian and rapidly spread through his entire meridian system, followed by excruciating tearing pain.
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Qin Sang's face bloomed with joy. Suddenly, he remembered the introspection mentioned in the Netherworld Sutra. Unconsciously, he 'looked' inward towards his dantian. With a 'boom', everything became clear. He finally truly 'saw' that energy.
A blue current lingered in the dantian, breathtakingly beautiful and intoxicating.
Qin Sang's heart moved, and the qi followed Qin Sang's thoughts, entering his meridians. It flowed like a river, running through his meridians at several times its previous speed. One cycle was completed very quickly, and the improvement was even more obvious than in the first layer.
Continue practicing incessantly until the tenth cycle. The pain from memory did not appear, Qin Sang was greatly surprised and temporarily stopped.ntion, he decided to wait until after the banquet to inquire further.Upon entering the grand banquet hall, guests were seated according to their rank. Attendants gracefully brought out trays of exotic...