The Seventeen Foundation Establishment Arts of the Immortal Dao

The three-story pavilion suddenly transformed into a giant bull, and then collapsed in the blink of an eye.

The loud rumbling could be faintly heard for miles around.

Those with high skill levels can roughly discern the direction even from a distance.

"This is where Shen Minglai headquarters."

"To cause such a commotion... I've never heard of any other great master joining Denglai Mountain Market..."

"Could it be someone from the Hou Clan? Has Shen Minglai finally fallen out with the Hou Clan?!"

Denglai Mountain Market, spies from various factions rushed over to gather information.

Inside the guest rooms of Pengcheng Tavern.

Lu Yuande watched the scout leap across the rooftops across the street, a hint of envy in his eyes.

He already knows there is a chance his leg can be healed.

It is precisely because we know this that we feel envious.

If it were the old him, he would have long been used to it, his heart would have turned to ashes, and he wouldn't have been moved by something like this. He would have devoted his heart solely to training his apprentices.

Knowing that my leg could get better made me feel a little anxious.

"Fellow Daoist Chu's strength is likely Shen Minglai's; it's just a matter of whether he can succeed in one fell swoop."

Lu Yuande thought to himself, "Whether I succeed or not, at least I can come back safely."

After receiving the acupuncture, the old Daoist priest felt numb all over, his left leg felt like it was being bitten by ants, and he was also restless, so he thought about many random things.

He immediately thought about rebuilding the sect in the future, how many disciples he could take on, and whether he should take on disciples on behalf of his fellow disciples as a memento.

Then it occurred to me that Fellow Daoist Chu seemed like a restless person, and since I had received such a great favor from him, he would probably get involved in many things in the future. And then I thought, what if Fellow Daoist Chu didn't come back...

Only his own disciple was in the room. The old Daoist priest made no attempt to hide his emotions; his mind was filled with too many thoughts, and his expressions inevitably changed frequently.

Shitou has been holding back for so long, but he can't hold back any longer.

"Master, could you please stop changing your expression so frequently?"

"You also have a needle behind your ear; the end of that needle is constantly trembling."

"If the acupuncture is disrupted, the hands and feet may heal, but the face may become paralyzed..."

Under Lu Yuande's piercing gaze, the Shitou's voice grew softer and softer.

He was genuinely worried that his master might do something bad to him.

When receiving acupuncture, if the doctor tells you not to move, then it's best not to move; this is common medical knowledge.

Lu Yuande took a slow breath in, then exhaled even more slowly.

Oh well, he's the disciple I've already chosen.

It would have been better if he hadn't said anything, Shitou Tou's words really made his ears itch.

"Bring me a mirror."

Lu Yuande gave the order, Shitou immediately went to fetch the bronze mirror from the guest room.

It was indeed a bronze mirror provided by the Pengcheng Tavern; its surface was probably cut off with Sword Qi, making it extremely smooth.

With a little polishing, the mirror reflects every detail of a person.

Lu Yuande carefully compared the angles and pondered that the current angles of the silver needles should not cause any harm.

"Hey! Old Lu, you're quite the ladies' man at your age."

Upon hearing the Shitou looked over and saw that Chu Tianshu was already inside the house, standing not far from the window.

Seeing Chu Tianshu's beaming face and excellent mood, Lu Yuande didn't mind the teasing and said with a smile, "Looks like that vicious tiger has settled his score."

"We didn't just kill him, but he was the only one who was useful."

Chu Tianshu sat at the table and poured himself a cup of tea.

Shen Minglai can indeed be considered an Evil Spirit, and of a high quality at that.

Even if Tan Yu and his ilk successfully transformed into Evil Spirit, a hundred of them combined probably wouldn't be as powerful as one Shen Minglai.

Now that the criteria for secondary optimization have been met, Chu Tianshu had already made his decision. He immediately selected the Sect Leader Yeming's characteristic as the main element and began the mixed refinement and deduction.

[... Mixing is complete.]

The simulation has been completed.

"The Mountain Hermit's Sun-Boiling True Scripture"

The aroma of wine wafts from the peach and plum orchard; upon opening the cauldron, a surprise reveals the sun shining brightly in the boiling water!

Those who cultivate themselves first have the intention of Tianshan in their hearts, seeking the great Dharma, and transform Tianshan into Mount Fang.

Furthermore, the mountain range of Tianshan, which I contemplate, is encircled like a cauldron, using the square to overcome the round, drawing in the vast energy of the sun and moon, which then boils the sun to produce a hundred kinds of medicine.

Once this technique is mastered, the mountain dweller's True Qi becomes like celestial energy, and the essence of life aids the body, as if refining mountains.

With this ability, one can walk amidst calamities, find refuge in burning houses, and remain calm even after surviving perilous situations involving wind, thunder, water, and fire!

Chu Tianshu closed his eyes slightly, receiving the optimized cultivation technique into his mind.

The part about visualizing and absorbing the essence of the outside world becomes much more complex.

To transform the Tianshan into something like a square cauldron, one must introduce new changes at the very beginning, during the initial contemplation and refinement phase.

The part about circulating internal energy outward from the dantian was already based on Chu Tianshu's previous understanding of "One Qi Flow Spreads Across Tianshan," so it wasn't further refined.

However, during the final return of internal energy, several additional energy circulation routes were added.

These routes are not particularly delicate; on the contrary, they are vast and majestic. In contrast to the intricate details of "One Qi Flow Spreads Across Tianshan," the entire exercise method appears even more spiritual and graceful.

Large pieces are rendered with exquisite detail, while small pieces are soaked through without any trace of impurity.

Chu Tianshu lifted his eyelids, suddenly stood up, and drank the tea in one gulp.

Lu Yuande could tell that he was in high spirits and eager to leave, as if he wanted to go and do something immediately.

Chu Tianshu paused for a second, put down his teacup, and helped the old Daoist remove the needles.

"Do the right thing at the right time, and don't push yourself too hard."

As Chu Tianshu removed the needles, he casually remarked, "A few of the needle holes were soaked in sweat; they must be a little itchy, right?"

"With your internal strength, you shouldn't sweat so easily. You need to calm your mind and focus on maintaining your inner peace to properly nourish yourself."

Lu Yuande said with shame, "You're right."

Chu Tianshu ignited a flame in his left hand, carefully disinfected all the needles, and then put them back into his sleeve.

During this process, he adjusted his mood, gradually calming down his excitement, leaving only a faint trace of curiosity.

The "Mountain Hermit's Sun-Boiling True Scripture" is even more grand than the original "Sun-Chasing True Art." When practicing it, the artistic conception inherent in the skill itself is already extremely intense.

Therefore, a practitioner's mood before starting practice should not be too enthusiastic. Otherwise, if it reaches a certain limit, the combination of yang and yang will inevitably lead to excessive internal heat and the hidden danger of extreme excess leading to decline.

Perhaps during cultivation, one cannot restrain oneself and dances wildly, which may affect the timing of the combination of True Qi and essence.

The "Sun-Boiling True Scripture" uses the word "boil" instead of "refine," precisely to extract its ultimate yang energy, which is long-lasting and mellow.

Chu Tianshu returned to his room, closed the door tightly, took off his coat, and with a wave of his hand, moved all the tables and chairs to the side before preparing to start practicing.

Using the Samadhi Power Hand Seal as a guiding aid, he stood in the center of the room, his eyes lowered, as if he were standing on a flat piece of land surrounded by mountains on all sides.

The hand seals, fists, and palms change, extending and releasing power, and retracting force.

The essence of heaven and earth gathered to form a humanoid silhouette that resembled his appearance but was more ethereal, and then enveloped him layer by layer.

With the ingestion of excessive essence, the remaining medicinal effects of the Cloud-Rolling Sleeve were overwhelmed.

The Moon Turbidity mixed with the energy of heaven and earth, surging into the body.

This feeling is very subtle.

Chu Tianshu felt as if he were building snow-capped mountains within his meridians and internal organs, making even his guiding movements sluggish. The process of withdrawing his palms was so slow that it was almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

Within the heavy, icy snow-capped mountains, countless vicious thorns lurk, the mountains silent, the thorns sinking deeper.

At this moment, internal energy began to surge forth, and Chu Tianshu's hand gestures underwent a noticeable change.

With hands clasped together, the backs of the hands arched, and the fingers joined but sloping, they resemble a rising, pointed mountain.

When the pointed peak rose directly in front of his collarbone, Chu Tianshu stopped moving.

This action was maintained for a long time.

The light outside the window had changed noticeably.

From the pale white sunlight streaming in from the east in the morning, to the blazing white at noon, and then to the gradually yellowing sunlight streaming in from the west in the afternoon.

A figure came to deliver food, but after knocking on the door and being refused entry, the person left.

Chu Tianshu stood motionless in the sunlight; the sun itself changed, but he remained unchanged.

But he could feel every inch the sun shifted.

By nightfall, the sun had disappeared, and only the moon was visible outside the window.

The room was dark and quiet, with no lights on.

suddenly.

It had a touch of orange light.

The light shone from the empty space in the center of Chu Tianshu's handprint.

At first it was a dot, then a bean, and then a cluster.

A cluster of orange flames gradually grew fuller and rounder.

At this moment, this orange light seemed to be not located in the empty space within the handprint.

Instead, it shone from Chu Tianshu's chest.

The snow-capped mountains are beginning to melt! The poisonous thorns are beginning to boil!

Boil poison and snow together to make medicine; boil mountains and thorns together to make soup.

When Chu Tianshu slowly opened his eyes, the room was as bright as day.

He looked out the window again.

The window was pushed open by his gaze.

There was only the moon outside the window, but in his eyes, it reflected the radiant sun.

Oh, moon, the anomaly you brought should be transformed into a more beautiful dawn.

Chu Tianshu practiced his skills all night, but by morning he felt as if he had just had a long dream, and his whole body felt refreshed.

He even seemed a bit satiated after a good night's sleep. He changed into a local blue cloth outfit, put on a black robe, stretched, and went to close the window before going out.

He doesn't plan to go out and kill anyone today; he only plans to heal people.

When Shitou opened the door, he saw Chu Tianshu standing outside.

"Come on! The patient needs some fresh air. I'll take your master to another place for acupuncture today."

Chu Tianshu led the master and apprentice out of the tavern, and after walking for a short while, they turned into a small alley.

At the end of the alley was a slightly wider street, across which were mostly wealthy houses with gate towers.

Although it is far from being comparable to a villa like Shen Minglai's, it often has several courtyards inside the gate.

Tan Yu lives in a place like this, and the door is already open, waiting for her.

"Daoist Master!"

Tan Yu's legs went weak when she saw Chu Tianshu.

Chu Tianshu asked, "Is everyone here?"

"All of them are here."

Tan Yu said, "I've also invited the seventeen people who were wronged, along with their families and relatives, who wanted to come as well."

When Chu Tianshu entered, he saw dozens of people gathered in the lobby and corridor.

Only a few people were sitting; most seemed a bit reserved, standing around.

Carpenter Zhou came with his wife, and they stood under the eaves.

As soon as Chu Tianshu entered, even those who were sitting stood up.

The crowd shouted in disarray, "The little immortal has arrived!"

Some wanted to cup their hands in greeting, some wanted to kneel in worship, and some walked straight ahead, their faces filled with excitement.

"There's no need for that."

Chu Tianshu lifted up with his right hand, and whether they wanted to kneel or bow, they were all lifted up by a warm current and straightened their backs.

"I can subdue the demons that harm you, but whether the hidden dangers within you can be cured depends on your own efforts."

"I have a set of basic skills here, and I'm going to teach them to you today."

Everyone was both surprised and delighted. Living in such a world, no one was unaware of the value of martial arts.

It is said that joining the army or a gang is the easiest way to acquire martial arts skills, but everyone knows that no matter where you go, the first few years of hard work and struggle will only teach you skills that can harm your body, and they can hardly be called martial arts skills.

A set of skills that can cure diseases, even the basic ones, is by no means ordinary.

Tan Yu walked to the side of the courtyard and dragged over a weapon rack.

The weapon rack has two tiers, filled with longswords, totaling dozens.

Although the "Mountain Hermit's Sun-Boiling True Scripture" can generate all kinds of medicines on its own, the entry threshold is that one must be Attaining the Dao a state of enlightenment.

Passing on martial arts skills to people of varying physical abilities and ages is of little use.

Therefore, Chu Tianshu planned to teach them swordsmanship.

Among these people, seventeen were individuals of exceptional perseverance chosen by the Demonic Dao path. They had been affected by the secret techniques of the Demonic Dao and had miraculously survived, causing their mental strings to fluctuate extremely violently.

It is the most suitable sword technique for practicing to inspire the mind.

"This sword technique of mine was originally created by a friend. He didn't care much about the name of the technique, so I just gave it a new name."

Chu Tianshu smiled inexplicably at this point.

"It's called ' The Thirteen Longevity Swords '."

Although it should have been called the Thirteen Death-Claiming Swords, for these patients, practicing this sword technique truly does lead to longevity—it's the real deal, no deception, young or old.

Moreover, this is the Thirteen Death-Claiming Swords that Chu Tianshu has reorganized with his newfound understanding of the "Nine-Nine Tribulation Ash Sword Manual".

The power and prospects are similar, but it's easier to get started with.

"If you're only satisfied with curing diseases, then just learn the first three sword techniques."

Chu Tianshu's gaze swept over the crowd, and his expression became solemn.

"If you are not satisfied with this and are willing to become my disciple, then try learning all thirteen sword techniques first."

(End of this chapter)