Seated Amid Clouds, the Nine Disciplines Are Taught

After comprehending the jade slip, Fang Shu sat cross-legged in the main hall for an entire day.

Only at dawn the next day did he put away the jade slip and leave the hall.

He then hurried over to Senior Sister Fang's place and personally led her around, allowing Senior Sister Fang Lu to familiarize herself with the Venom Hall. As for exactly how to pull strings within the Venom Hall, that was no longer his concern. Senior Sister Fang Lu was far more familiar with it than he was.

Moreover, she had cultivated in the temple for ten years and was not without connections. Even if she knew no one in the Venom Hall, she could find an acquaintance to make an introduction and, after enough twists and turns, make her way in.

Having settled this small matter, Fang Shu immediately returned to his cave dwelling and carefully studied the true qi method.

During this time, his waist token stirred repeatedly, informing him that people were looking for him and had left letters for him in the Household Hall, waiting for him to collect them. But none of it was urgent, so he turned a blind eye to it all.

Thus, half a month passed in seclusion.

That day.

After breathing in and out for a while, he opened his eyes and slowly exhaled the breath in his chest and abdomen.

Two streams of qi emerged from his nostrils, one black and one white. Like snakes and insects, they writhed before Fang Shu, nimbly winding about. After circling once, they followed as he opened his mouth and swallowed, merging into one again before sliding down into his belly.

Fang Shu pondered to himself, *This method truly is difficult to get started with. I have comprehended it for more than