The Correct Way to Open Pre-Qin Bamboo Slips

Wu Yin was beautiful. Though her casual sweater was a bit loose, it couldn't hide her ample curves, but tonight, it wouldn't be as tight as last time, almost bursting at the seams.

She didn't speak, giving Wang Xuan a cool glance before turning her head to look at the bustling crowd on the bar street, her emotions unreadable.

The two women beside her were sizing up Wang Xuan, looking surprised. Weren't they afraid that the usually unruly Zhou Yun would teach him a lesson? At their age, youth was their greatest asset. These two women had fair skin, good figures, and were full of vibrant energy.

One of them had short hair and, unfazed by the deep autumn chill, wore a short skirt, revealing her fair legs. The other woman had slightly curly long hair and striking red lips that were very alluring. Under the streetlights, she looked quite beautiful, attracting the attention of passersby.

"Wang Xuan, did you get up on the wrong side of the bed today?" Zhou Ting stepped up for her brother, her eyes wary as she stared at Wang Xuan and her brother. She was genuinely afraid her brother would get provoked and rush forward, only to be beaten again.

"Huh, you're Wang Xuan?" The long-haired woman with slightly curly hair, who had a graceful figure, stepped forward. Her charming phoenix eyes held a peculiar glint. As she approached, her red lips looked even more vibrant. She smiled and said, "Let's get acquainted. I'm Li Qingxuan."

"Qingxuan, don't push it!" Wu Yin spoke up, knowing that this Li Qingxuan and Ling Wei had always been at odds, and this was clearly an attempt to stir up trouble.

Wang Xuan nodded at Li Qingxuan, directly dismissing Zhou Ting and Zhou Yun.

There were two other young men nearby, both very composed. Unlike Zhou Yun, they weren't prone to causing trouble and stood there calmly.

"Wang Xuan, I'm being very restrained today. Are you trying to provoke me?" Zhou Yun had almost choked on his own blood earlier. While what the other person said was true – he had been in several fights recently – couldn't they have been a little more "tactful" in public? He felt a pain in his chest from the provocation.

Wang Xuan walked over, looking sincere. "I apologize. The main reason is that tonight I encountered someone radiating a faint red glow, and they were quite overbearing. Never mind... I won't say more. I'm in a bad mood tonight. Goodbye."

He turned and left after speaking. Apart from Zhou Yun, the others were all calm and composed, making it difficult to discern anything from them.

"Heh, you encountered someone with a red glow? That's really unlucky." Zhou Yun finally smiled, looking as if he understood. He thought he knew what Wang Xuan had experienced, likely being put in his place by a master of Super Arts, which explained his bad temper tonight.

He smiled faintly and began to imagine various scenarios, instantly feeling much better.

In this situation, he became magnanimous, no longer bothered by Wang Xuan's earlier jab at his sore spot. He even kindly offered a few words of "advice."

"Little Wang, here's some advice: don't cling to Old Arts so tightly. New Arts are far superior to Old Arts. Soon, there will be people who surpass the grandmasters. You, however, are stuck in Old Earth and lack experience. It's a shame."

Zhou Yun had a white bandage wrapped around his head, his fractured arm in a splint and sling, yet he carried himself with an air of superiority, even calling him "Little Wang."

Wang Xuan played along as much as possible, sighing and indulging his self-importance before turning to leave, unwilling to hear any more of his boasting.

"Brother, you should be more humble!" Zhou Ting glared at him speechlessly. It had only been a few days, and he'd already been beaten twice. He was too good at getting into trouble and never made things easy for anyone.

Wu Yin watched Wang Xuan's retreating back and said, "We need to be careful with this person. We should pay attention."

Zhou Yun heard her and replied, "Wu Yin, no offense, but people should be magnanimous. Didn't he just give you a pathological analysis last time? He didn't do it on purpose."

Wu Yin felt like rushing over and stomping on his fractured arm in a cast with her high heels. She had tried to kindly remind him, only to be called ungracious.

In her opinion, Wang Xuan had first provoked Zhou Yun to no end, and then, with a few words, made him feel incredibly superior. It was hard to say if he wasn't intentionally manipulating Zhou Yun's emotions, as if observing and testing something, before leaving without a trace.

Wu Yin felt indignant and thought to herself, What does this have to do with me? I don't care if you live or die, and I'm not reminding you again. Annoyed, she ignored Zhou Yun.

"Brother Zhou Yun, what's the deal with that Wang Xuan?" Li Qingxuan asked with a sweet smile, tucking her curly hair with her slender hand. Her phoenix eyes slanted upwards, looking incredibly stunning as she tried to pry information out of him.

"You mean Little Wang..." Zhou Yun, despite his arrogance and penchant for trouble, was not simple-minded. He had actually been deliberately provoking Wu Yin just now, trying to get a rise out of her. He was deeply dissatisfied with the Wu family's forceful insistence on getting involved in the Qingcheng Mountain affair. It was precisely because the Zhou and Ling families were waiting for the Wu family to come and share the profits that they hadn't rushed to excavate. But then, something had happened.

Li Qingxuan smiled brightly and said, "Then tell me about it. My family is planning to assemble an exploration team to go to that place and is looking for skilled individuals."

Wu Yin's head began to ache. She had initially wanted to say a few words to Zhou Yun, warning him that Li Qingxuan was up to something, but in the end, she simply shut her mouth. Out of sight, out of mind. Let them cause trouble; it had nothing to do with her.

After Wang Xuan turned and left, he immediately dropped the expression he had been wearing and became extremely serious. His gaze swept across the bar street like a blade, observing everyone who passed by.

Many people felt a jolt of fear after being scanned by his eyes, as if they had been briefly locked onto by a fierce tiger in the mountains. They were all filled with unease and doubt.

That night, Wang Xuan and Qing Mu visited various bars, but ultimately, they couldn't find those people. It was clear they had already made a successful escape.

"Don't worry, this isn't over. No matter who did it, we have to report this. The nature of this incident is too severe. We'll report it to the relevant departments in Old Earth."

Qing Mu spoke, then told him to get some rest and that he would bring him his gun permit tomorrow.

"Those people won't dare to show up again anytime soon. I'll find someone to keep an eye on them!" Qing Mu patted his shoulder and took his leave.

Although it was late, Wang Xuan still called his parents. Feeling that everything was normal on their end, he was relieved, knowing that these people were primarily targeting him, aiming to end his life.

Upon returning to his residence, Wang Xuan took out the Golden Body Art. His state tonight was very special, and even his study of this Body Art felt different from before, allowing him to comprehend more.

In his room, he continuously stretched his body, following the instructions in the secret manual, and began practicing the Golden Body Art.

The shooting incident tonight had a profound impact on Wang Xuan. Under modern technological weapons, even masters of Old Arts appeared fragile. If his reaction had been any slower, he would have been shot in the head.

Even now, he felt a chill run down his spine.

He could clearly feel a lock of hair missing from his ear. The bullet had grazed it, melting the hair strands. The experience had been incredibly perilous.

Tonight, he had a deep realization: life could be extinguished in an instant, and he was unable to effectively protect himself, requiring Qing Mu's intervention.

He wanted to become stronger, especially developing an intense desire for body arts like the Golden Body Art, hoping to cultivate a powerful physique that could withstand stray bullets.

If the Golden Body Art had shown even slight progress, he wouldn't have let those people escape tonight. As long as he could withstand bullets even a little, making them less lethal, he would have dared to pursue them and felt confident in taking them down.

The first level of the Golden Body Art was not unfamiliar to Wang Xuan; it was similar to the Golden Robe Art, and he could easily transition between them.

Soon, he began practicing the second level of the Golden Body Art, which theoretically required two years to master.

However, Professor Lin had mentioned that one shouldn't be concerned with the time frame, as the scriptures exaggerated the difficulty.

"Body Arts primarily involve tempering the body according to specific frequencies, such as resonating the internal organs and accelerating metabolism to change one's constitution. During this process, it's possible to stimulate glands like the adrenal and pineal glands."

Overall, the Golden Body Art was about transforming the body and achieving a qualitative change in the spirit, eventually enabling one to withstand bullets.

"The Root Method is also about improving oneself comprehensively. Professor Lin repeatedly reminded me that the roots of all body arts must be anchored in the Root Method."

After practicing for a while, Wang Xuan stopped. He took out the translated Pre-Qin Bamboo Slips and began to study them carefully.

This was because he had been in a Super-Sense state for an extended period that night and hadn't exited, making him exceptionally sharp. He had a strong feeling that something was about to happen.

This was a powerful intuition brought on by the Super-Sense. After finishing his Golden Body Art practice, he started studying the Pre-Qin Daoist practitioner heritage that Professor Lin had given him.

Tonight, his state was indeed extraordinary, and he grasped something different.

As he visualized and nurtured himself internally, he discovered that everything was different. It was as if he had been pulled into a special, silent space.

It all happened so abruptly!

Wang Xuan felt no fear or panic. Instead, he was calm to the point of surprising himself. He felt like an outsider observing everything.

A long time passed, and the space remained utterly silent. His thoughts, however, were exceptionally active and sharp, and his memory was astonishing.

In a flash of recollection, the entire Golden Body Art was imprinted in his mind. He could even recite it backward, as if he could flip through the secret manual and read it from back to front.

Then, he tried again with the translated Pre-Qin Bamboo Slips. He could recite them backward as well. If he thought of a particular passage, he could recite it forwards or backward.

This was no longer just a Super-Sense state; in his opinion, it was a Super-God State.

What realm was this? Why was he like this?

Most importantly, this place felt like an isolated space, devoid of any sound, like a desolate universe without stars, incredibly cold and silent.

Unsure of his situation, he looked for answers within the scriptures. He could even recite them backward, let alone study them carefully again.

Not long after, he found a passage in the Pre-Qin Daoist practitioner heritage. His Super-God State intuition told him that the answer lay within this paragraph.

This particular passage was located quite late in the translated bamboo slips. It wasn't something Wang Xuan could have accessed originally; he would have needed a higher cultivation realm to comprehend it.

However, his current condition now matched this passage.

This passage mentioned the void, discussed stillness, and spoke of empty, bright time. It was quite obscure and fragmented, making it difficult to understand.

Professor Lin also couldn't decipher this passage, so he had attached the original ancient text from the Pre-Qin era.

Under normal circumstances, Wang Xuan would have struggled to grasp its true meaning. But his current Super-God State made his mind exceptionally clear and sharp, and he gradually began to understand some things.

Soon, later cultivation methods and explanations of practice began to surface in his mind.

Meditation, Inner Scenery of Yellow Court, Attain Emptiness to the Utmost, Guard Stillness with Devotion... various later methods and words and phrases appeared, helping him gradually clarify the true meaning of this Pre-Qin scripture.

In the realm of Meditation, there was an achievement that could be considered the ultimate, something even masters found difficult to reach and pursued their entire lives without success.

Ultimate Meditation, sometimes called Supreme Meditation, allowed a person to remain in their own void-like world for years, even many years.

While in the outside world, perhaps only a few minutes had passed.

Now, if explained through Meditation, Wang Xuan was in a state of Ultimate Meditation.

And if explained through the Yellow Court Scripture, it meant he had entered a special Inner Scenery of Yellow Court.

The Tao Te Ching also mentioned: "Attain Emptiness to the Utmost, Guard Stillness with Devotion."

Clearly, this was a metaphor, describing a special state of "void stillness" for those following the Old Arts path, and also revealing the condition of the inner scenery.

Whether explained through Meditation or Daoist Yellow Court theory, both highlighted the mysterious nature of this state, making it difficult for outsiders to understand.

Wang Xuan looked back again. What was considered the highest level of Meditation and the description of the Inner Scenery of Yellow Court were actually just... a certain state of the Pre-Qin Daoist practitioner's Root Method.

Even while in the Super-God State, Wang Xuan was momentarily lost in thought, quite astonished. Supreme Meditation and the Inner Scenery of Yellow Court were merely the correct practice methods from the Pre-Qin Bamboo Slips?!

He was deeply shocked. If his understanding was correct, did he have ample time now?

If understood through Meditation, he could stay in this special void-like place for years.

And if understood through Daoist theory, he had entered the Inner Scenery and was currently in empty, bright time, where he could linger for a long time.

Wang Xuan did not become elated or overly excited. Instead, he maintained a detached calmness and decided to try it.

Then, he began to practice the Golden Body Art here!