An Immortal Once Wished to Pass On His Teachings

The Yellow Mountain Ancestor raised his hand, and a spear appeared in his hand.

The spear shaft is made of thick, long, yellowish-white wood, topped with a large white tassel and a sword-shaped spearhead that is over a foot long.

Those who Attaining the Dao enlightenment through the techniques of the Treasure Refining lineage, if they further refine their divine weapons using medicinal formulas and internal energy cultivation, may be able to refine them to the point where they can be stored within their bodies.

Although the Yellow Mountain Ancestor was defeated, captured, and had his acupoints sealed and meridians locked, he was later locked in a well after returning.

But as long as he's alive, the gun is still on him, and he can use it once he's free.

Zhang Tongxuan's eyes gleamed with a strange light. "The victory last time was indeed unfair; I'm just about to have another taste!"

When the spear appeared, the Yellow Mountain Ancestor held the end of the spear with one hand, the thick shaft pointing forward, the spearhead slightly touching the ground, and then suddenly flicked it.

A spark flew from the stone slab on the ground.

The spear had split in two, piercing towards the insteps of Zhang Tongxuan's feet.

There was only a single spark, but two gunshots.

In the blink of an eye, a single shot can hit two targets, leaving no one able to tell whether it was real or not.

Zhang Tongxuan didn't care whether it was true or false; he simply retreated abruptly.

His shadow shifted out of thin air, the old vanished and the new was born; his true form had already retreated half a zhang.

Even if Attaining the Dao normally and can levitate in the air, it would be impossible to do so so quickly without having one's feet firmly on the ground.

This is a wonderful application of Qimen Dunjia.

By utilizing his mastery of Qimen Dunjia formations, he could continuously release traces of True Qi while walking, sitting, or lying down, as if there were countless strands of energy connecting him to the mountains and rivers.

Like countless threads, they do not normally touch any physical object or interfere with the movement of anything, but at any time, he can choose which threads to tighten or pull according to his will.

At this moment, Zhang Tongxuan appeared to be retreating from the edge of the cliff.

In reality, he was pulled away by the cliff on the other side.

Seeing him retreat, the Yellow Mountain Ancestor suddenly stomped his foot and stumbled.

Boom!!!

At this cliff edge, the rock and soil layers within a range and depth of several meters have completely collapsed.

A large amount of gravel, instead of rushing downwards, flew forward smoothly.

It's as if a long, gravel road has been paved along the original broken bridge.

That was a real long road of "broken" stones.

There are no connecting points between the stones.

The shape of the entire road is actually fleeting.

The Yellow Mountain Ancestor moved with lightning speed, traversing this fleeting path as he charged out.

Zhang Tongxuan did not dodge to the left or right, but remained firmly in front of the Yellow Mountain Ancestor, yet continued to retreat.

The heavy spear flashed in and out of sight, and among long weapons, the swiftness and efficiency unique to spearmanship were brought to life with an almost transcendent aura.

The spear technique of the Yellow Mountain Ancestor was not like that used for fighting, but rather it was an expression of his soul and a depiction of his heart's blood.

Even if he is the center of attention and the target of everyone's criticism, he will still complete this work.

Even in the vast emptiness of the world, where there is no one and no one to accompany him, the heat on his gun remains undiminished.

A rustling sound arose from the grass, and a coiled gray snake emerged. The flying snake spread its wings and darted left and right, while the white python flipped over and lunged at your face.

The eel has a thorn on its waist, the scorpion darts through the cracks in the rocks. Two venomous snakes flick their tongues, their bright red veins gleaming...

This spear technique, supposedly created by Zhao Zilong, known as the Seven-Probe Coiling Snake Spear, is actually just a basic spear technique used in the Changshan area.

Over two hundred years, through ten generations, this weapon has been popularized in the military, and probably tens of millions of people have practiced with it.

But in this world, there is only one Yellow Mountain Ancestor, from whom the "Flying Smoke Divine Spear" was created.

As the Coiling Snake Spear was about to unleash its final move...

Zhang Tongxuan suddenly raised his right hand, pointing his index finger directly at the tip of the spear.

The Yellow Mountain Ancestor's spear suddenly stopped, and all movements ceased.

Tens of thousands of fine threads emerged from all over his body, taut and straight, with the other end still hidden in the air.

It's unknown what the other ends of these threads are tied to.

His spear was particularly hard hit by the silk threads, which bound it tightly.

Because the spear had to thrust forward with all its might, all the threads formed an angled shape.

Even on that tiny point at the tip of the spear, there were more than a dozen silk threads, taut and holding the spearhead in place.

The spearhead was only an inch away from Zhang Tongxuan's finger, yet it couldn't pierce through.

Even the corners of Yellow Mountain Ancestor's eyes and brows were being pulled taut by the silk threads, yet his hand inexplicably trembled.

With a tremor, a wisp of smoke pierced through the gun and disappeared.

These are strange energy threads that can bind even the soul, and even intercept the True Qi of Demonic Dao forces stored in light.

But it couldn't stop that wisp of smoke.

After seven explorations, the snake transformed into a dragon, and the true dragon vanished without a trace, turning into fleeting smoke.

There are no real dragons in the world, and there is nothing lighter than light.

That is why a true dragon can withstand countless imaginings, and why the transformative strike of the Flying Smoke Divine Spear seems lighter than light.

It's also more carefree than light, which can only move straight or quickly.

Even Zhang Tongxuan's own fingers couldn't stop this wisp of pale yellow smoke.

That finger was merely a target deliberately set for the enemy.

If the goal is truly to target this finger, even with an unexpected killing move, at most only a section of the finger can be destroyed.

The smoke rising from Yellow Mountain Ancestor's spear did not sway him; he still aimed straight for Zhang Tongxuan's head.

Zhang Tongxuan's pupils contracted slightly, his eyelids opened wider, and the smooth skin and seamless flesh on his forehead suddenly opened one eye as well.

Within this vertical eye, there seemed to be an utterly dark void, and at the center of that void floated an emerald-like pupil.

Concentric circles of green light burst forth wildly.

Yellow Mountain Ancestor felt as if his brain had been struck by a heavy hammer, and his ears were filled with a frantic buzzing sound.

The essence of that wisp of smoke ultimately originates from the gun owner's consciousness.

The moment the vertical eye opened, the flying smoke began to pause, twist, and dissipate.

The surrounding air wisps also twisted and collapsed.

The Yellow Mountain Ancestor coughed up a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

The long road formed by rubble had now reached a point of chaos and collapse.

A hand reached out and grabbed the Yellow Mountain Ancestor, keeping him suspended in mid-air.

Zhang Tongxuan used his right hand to pull the person out, and his left hand to cover his own forehead. After a while, he removed his hand, and his forehead had returned to normal, without any abnormality.

He led his men to fly over the palace and land between eight deep wells.

The Daoist priests guarding the well were all clutching their chests, their faces pale and ashen.

"You were also affected by the scattering from the Great Void Heavenly Eye. Go to the Pill Chamber, take the Cinnabar Golden Pill, mix it with goat's milk, and drink it. Then, circulate your internal energy to draw the strange energy into your abdomen. It will be absorbed by the cinnabar, condense into a ball, and you will vomit it out. Then you will be fine."

Zhang Tongxuan gave the order to throw the Yellow Mountain Ancestor into the well, and with a wave of his hand, the chains were put back on the Yellow Mountain Ancestor.

When Chen Zhuangzhi arrived, he realized that something had gone wrong.

"So Yellow Mountain, who was supposed to be free of worldly desires, actually managed to get me to use the Great Void Heavenly Eye... No, it's because after he was defeated by me, his cultivation understanding deepened. These guys really shouldn't be underestimated."

Zhang Tongxuan, who hadn't used his Heavenly Eye in a long time, was reminded of something and turned to leave.

Not long after, he pushed open the door of a small temple.

There were no prayer mats, alchemical furnaces, statues of gods, calligraphy, or paintings in this hall.

There was only one table with a few stone slabs on its surface.

Chen Zhuangzhi followed. "Just now..."

Zhang Tongxuan raised his hand, and Chen Zhuangzhi shut up.

"Zhuangzhi, do you still remember the story behind these stone slabs?"

Chen Zhuangzhi nodded.

Legend has it that long ago, a Daoist patriarch was practicing alchemy and comprehending the Dharma in Mount Qingcheng when he suddenly encountered Immortal.

The Immortal claimed to have come from Grotto-Heaven, and asked what year it was in the human world tonight.

After a conversation between the patriarch and the Immortal, the Immortal was able to foresee the past and the future, even predicting events of future dynasties.

However, it seems that because the Immortal revealed a heavenly secret, they suffered a calamity halfway through their conversation, and suddenly became listless and their magical power collapsed.

The patriarch only vaguely heard two last words; the Immortal was now just an empty shell.

One of his two last words was. "Enough. We are all living beings, and we know virtue. We should also spread the Dharma here."

Another question is, "How long and how widespread will this storm in Youdu?"

When the Immortal perished, they left behind many stone slabs.

The Daoist master obtained these stone tablets, but could not comprehend many of their mysteries. Although he had a grand vision spanning thousands of years, he feared revealing heavenly secrets and thus suffered a terrible fate.

He never revealed the prophecy about the next thousand years to outsiders throughout his life, but he composed some extremely obscure and ambiguous songs and passed down the stories related to the stone tablet.

Unfortunately, the younger generation was useless, and the stone slabs were scattered.

Zhang Tongxuan's lineage, despite their best efforts, only preserved a few pieces that were relatively easy to understand.

It is related to the creation of mechanical devices, the forging of weapons, and the production of medicine.

"Our lineage's masters throughout history have tried various techniques, such as carving and forging, to imitate the patterns on this stone slab, but all they have produced are empty shells."

"It wasn't until I reached the realm of Attaining the Dao that I truly comprehended some of the secret techniques and created the Great Void Heavenly Eye."

Zhang Tongxuan's gaze was focused, tinged with a hint of infatuation, as he gently stroked the stone slab.

"Therefore, cultivation level is the key. I must be able to cultivate faster and stronger in order to unlock these creation techniques."

"One day, I will understand just how far these things can go and unravel this age-old mystery."

Chen Zhuangzhi said, "Disciple understands. The two newcomers will meet the standards for being Human Furnace after a few more days of feeding them medicine. When Master goes to that place to cultivate, he can use them to share the transformation."

"Um."

Zhang Tongxuan said, "You have ambitions to conquer the world, but I have no interest in those things. Back then, when I spread martial arts techniques, tens of thousands of people participated, yet none of them made much progress."

"That's when I realized there are too many fools in the world; ten million fools are not as good as one capable person."

"But since you are willing to rule over those vulgar people, so be it. If even a small portion of these creations can be forged, it will certainly be enough for you to fulfill your wishes."

Chen Zhuangzhi nodded. "I will definitely give the order to select all the most talented individuals, screen them layer by layer, and send them to Master."

After using his Heavenly Eye, Zhang Tongxuan's somewhat fluctuating emotions calmed down. He simply nodded and said nothing more.

Bottom of the well.

The Yellow Mountain Ancestor awoke slowly, too preoccupied to respond to his fellow inmates' messages.

He felt as if he could hear strange growths of flesh and blood in his limbs and bones, and his skin was undulating slightly as a large amount of moss-like keratin grew.

If it were an ordinary person, the life force would probably be drained as soon as these abnormal flesh and blood began to grow, and such obvious changes would not be possible.

The Yellow Mountain Ancestor a powerful vitality, which allowed one to sense the obvious physical transformation that occurred when the body was out of control.

He lightly tapped his chest with his fingers, sealing several acupoints, but to no avail. He pondered deeply, then suddenly closed his eyes and focused his mind.

Shortly afterward, the unusual symptoms on the Yellow Mountain Ancestor's body subsided.

"It didn't directly affect my physical body, but rather, through the intent of the gun, it almost deformed and proliferated my soul, and only then did it affect my body."

After he figured this out, he suddenly felt a little worried about what he had been planning.

"You shouldn't have sent that message."

"Little Liang is most skilled in Sword Intent. If he encounters this evil technique, he might unleash a sword strike with all his might, and then surely lose his life."

"However, I haven't finished using my Coiling Snake Spear, so he might not be able to pinpoint my exact location..."

Denglai Mountain Market.

The moonlight made the bamboo grove even more serene.

Chu Tianshu was observing the battlefield where the men in black had previously fought.

Lu Yuande sat in a rattan chair, flipping through the Qingsheng he had brought back.

"I am not only well-versed in Daoist classics, but I also claim to have read quite a few Buddhist scriptures. His thoughts here are truly beyond my comprehension."

Lu Yuande closed the scroll. "You seem to be able to glean some insight from any scripture. This talent far surpasses that of a mediocre old man like me."

Chu Tianshu turned around and casually said, "Talent and interests can be cultivated; it just depends on whether there's an opportunity."

"My talent actually lies mainly in spiritual communication, ghost raising, and exorcism, but I've never learned how to raise ghosts since I was a child. Now I'm more focused on the martial arts I love."

Back then, it was difficult for him to achieve both Spirit Communication Aperture Opening and martial arts Aperture Opening at the same time.

Now, even without relying on tokens to understand, his learning of techniques and his ability to comprehend and associate have already surpassed his innate talent for communicating with spirits and commanding ghosts.

The biggest opportunity lies in the token itself, but the experience gained from interacting with various sectors is also crucial.

"Too."

Lu Yuande laughed and said, "Back then, I thought Shitou Tou was dull-witted and only suitable for learning some external martial arts. But he was so kind-hearted that I took him as my disciple."

"The more I taught him, the more I realized that this kid had some hidden talents."

Chu Tianshu walked over, grabbed the Qingsheng, and smiled.

Is it genuine innate talent, or cultivated through nurturing, taking the right path, or simply the filter of being a teacher?

The most likely explanation is that all three are involved.

A sudden chill swept through the valley entrance.

Chu Tianshu turned his head in surprise. "Didn't you say you wanted to rest in Heze?"

"Maybe the retribution for my past laziness is finally coming back to haunt me these past few days."

Xiao Liang arrived suddenly, took a breath, and tossed a small token to Chu Tianshu.

"This is the Changshan Coiling Snake Token, something I gave to Old Huang before. He left it in his secluded meditation room. Whenever he starts using the Coiling Snake Spear, this token will react, transmitting light and shadow from the spear's perspective."

"This method is incredibly concealed, but because it's from the perspective of a spear, it has many inconveniences. Originally, it was just a toy I made; I never expected it would be used today."

Chu Tianshu channeled a wisp of Mind Power to activate the token, and sure enough, a beam of light and shadow was projected in front of him.

The light and shadow changed incredibly quickly, and it was only thanks to the experts present that we were able to make out the general shape.

It started with the ground, then human feet, followed by the neck, waist, and various other human body parts wrapped in Daoist robes.

Finally, there was a finger, with what seemed like a few wisps of green light flashing by, and then the light and shadow ended there.

"You..."

Chu Tianshu hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

This isn't just a long-range spear perspective, it's practically a spearhead perspective! Who can understand that?

However, the spearhead is the most dangerous and mysterious part of a spear, and the aura of this communication method can only be most concealed when it is hidden in this position.

Xiao Liang said, "If he finishes using the Coiling Snake Spear, his field of vision will expand, and he will be able to sense direction and provide guidance for a long time, but..."

But it was clearly not used up completely.

However, this interplay of light and shadow actually reveals quite a few clues.

Why didn't the Yellow Mountain Ancestor perform a Coiling Snake Spear routine to establish communication before engaging in battle?

This proves that he was under great pressure and was always close to strong opponents; his inexplicable dance only aroused suspicion.

Moreover, the enemy's everyday attire was a Daoist robe, which meant they were not just practicing Daoist techniques.

It's more likely that his public identity is that of a Daoist priest.

"Old Lu, take another look carefully, see if you can find any more clues..."

(End of this chapter)