Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 1963 The Cult of the Abyss
The smoke from the stove curled up and slowly drifted away.

When Liu Qinghuan opened his eyes again, he was the only one left in the room. The last rays of the setting sun shone on the table, making the room dim and yellow.

As the surging magical power within her body gradually calmed down, and the burning light in her eyes faded, Liu Qinghuan stood up and dusted off her clothes. It was as if she had removed the invisible shackles that she had imposed on herself in the past. She felt as light as a breeze, free from all burdens.

Letting go of a single thought brings boundless freedom; that's how it is.

He pushed open the door and went out. There were no outsiders in the hall, only his disciple Zhang Yixuan guarding the door.

"Master, you're awake!"

"Where are they?" Liu Qinghuan asked as she walked out. "How long was I inside?"

“Master Jingjue and Master Yuanming went to Taiming Realm. Before they left, they said that you, Master, had entered a state of enlightenment. It is now three days later.” Zhang Yixuan replied, “Sword Master Lingxi has not left yet. He said that he still has something to discuss with you.”

Liu Qinghuan nodded: "Where is he now?"

"It should be at Lin Yuan Terrace."

Lin Yuan Terrace is a training platform within the Qingmu Hall, which Liu Qinghuan uses to teach his disciples practical combat skills.

"Come on, let's go and take a look."

At this moment, a fierce battle was taking place on the Lin Yuan Platform.

On one side was Wang Xiaojie, who possessed the Chaos Sword Body. He held a long sword that was entirely blazing white. Each strike was like lightning and thunder, with a deafening roar.

Opposite him was Ning Tong, a burly man who was two heads taller than Wang Xiaojie. His bare arms were muscular and had a faint blue-gold hue. Every inch of his skin exuded a sense of power that could shake mountains and split rocks.

With a single punch, he shattered the incoming sword energy, and in the next instant, he moved swiftly through the flashing lightning with agility that seemed completely out of proportion to his body.

But some things are unavoidable, and the blows pelted her body, but Ning Tong seemed to be used to it, and her movements were not affected. She quickly got in front of Wang Xiaojie.

"Junior brother, be careful!"

He shouted a warning, but held nothing back. His fist, with its increasingly intense cyan-gold color and powerful aura, hurtled straight at the man's face.

Wang Xiaojie felt a chill run down his spine. A faint purple lightning suddenly surged around him. Instead of retreating, he advanced, and his longsword, carrying a bolt of lightning, slashed out!
The sound of metal clashing against metal rang out immediately, causing the bamboo leaves outside the Lin Yuan Terrace to fly. Purple lightning spread along Ning Tong's arm, but was firmly blocked by the protective aura on his body.

"Hahaha, good lad!" Ning Tong laughed, and another fist followed immediately, the fist shadows overlapping, blocking all of Wang Xiaojie's dodge paths.

At this moment, another figure in moon-white entered the arena. It was Xia Qingzhi, another disciple of Liu Qinghuan and his only female disciple.

However, instead of helping Wang Xiaojie, she also joined the attack on him.

An invisible divine thought transformed into a thin needle and pierced Wang Xiaojie's head just as he was about to forcefully break through the encirclement. His movements immediately froze, revealing an opening.

With a thud, he was hit hard in the back, his blood surged, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Just when defeat seemed imminent, a shout rang out: "Grip your sword tighter!"

Wang Xiaojie was startled and quickly gripped the longsword that had almost slipped from his hand.

"The sword moves the universe, and the person follows the shape of the sword!"

He quickly did as instructed, his sword transforming into a flying dragon, stabbing out with lightning speed.

Countless sword lights burst forth, annihilating Ning Tong's fist shadows one by one.

Yun Zheng's expression softened a bit, and he spoke again: "You are a Chaos Sword Body, born with a destiny to the sword, yet you insist on the domineering nature of the Thunder Spirit Root, which has made you inferior."

He said with exasperation, "Thunder is an external force, the sword is your own heart. When you use thunder to control the sword, it is thunder that controls the sword; when man and sword become one, it is the sword that communicates with man."

Let go of your obsession with lightning, and use your chaotic sword body to sense it—not with your spiritual root, but with your bones, your blood, every inch of your skin, and every wisp of your divine will.

Now, you are the sword, and the sword is you. With a strong sword, you are strong; nothing can break you!

A flash of enlightenment crossed Wang Xiaojie's eyes. In an instant, he merged with the sword, transforming into a white sword light that soared into the sky, shattering the divine whip that was whipping towards him from mid-air into pieces. Xia Qingzhi let out a painful groan, clutching her forehead and staggering back several steps.

"Reunite your mind and spirit, and peacefully guard your spiritual altar."

At that moment, a clear voice rang in her ears, like a warm breeze, soothing the pain and restlessness caused by the injury to her spirit.

"Master!" Xia Qingzhi exclaimed in surprise.

Liu Qinghuan walked step by step onto the Lin Yuan Platform and said with a faint smile, "A sword is solid and has form; having form means having a soul, and the sword soul is also a soul."

"But divine thought is formless; since it is formless, it cannot be defended against; since it has no soul, it cannot be used to punish!"

Xia Qingzhi's eyes lit up, and she immediately conjured another long whip of divine thought, which she lashed out into the air.

Liu Qinghuan then said to Ning Tong, "You have already cultivated to the second level of the Immortal Body of Ten Thousand Calamities. How can you still hesitate when facing thunder and swords? Your body must be as solid as a rock, and your heart must also be as solid as a rock."

Remember, brute force can overcome any technique; power can break all methods. No matter how sharp the sword or blade, shatter it!

Ning Tong's expression became incredibly determined as she raised her fist and lunged forward.

Wang Xiaojie, who had just broken through the encirclement, was quickly put on the defensive again.

Yun Zheng tilted his head slightly, revealing a provocative smile to Liu Qinghuan: "Using pieces as chess pieces to determine the winner?"

“Okay!” Liu Qinghuan said with a smile.

“No, there’s only one person on our side, that’s not fair,” Yun Zheng said, his gaze shifting to Zhang Yixuan, who was following behind Liu Qinghuan.

"Go help Xiao Jie."

Zhang Yixuan's eyes were already burning with desire, but he didn't move. Instead, he looked at Liu Qinghuan.

Liu Qinghuan nodded and said, "Xiao Jie's cultivation level is the lowest among the four of you, while yours is the highest, which is just right."

"Yes!" Zhang Yixuan leaped out and immediately attacked Xia Qingzhi upon joining the battle.

Xia Qingzhi possesses naturally strong divine sense, but is slightly inferior in other aspects, making her a good candidate for a breakthrough.

A competition suddenly broke out, with the four disciples fighting fiercely on the field, while Liu Qinghuan and Yun Zheng each took a side, occasionally offering a few words of instruction.

The battle lasted until the sun completely disappeared behind the mountains, and the evening glow on the horizon was replaced by a sky full of stars. The four disciples eventually exhausted their magical power and physical strength.

"Hahaha, I won!" Yun Zheng laughed loudly, both happy and proud.

Liu Qinghuan smiled slightly.

His disciples, though not officially named, are all quite talented, but Zhang Yixuan and Wang Xiaojie are particularly outstanding, and their abilities have improved by leaps and bounds in recent years.

Ning Tong and Xia Qingzhi's weaknesses were too obvious. Although they cooperated well, they still lost.

"You've all done a great job today. Go to the treasure vault and choose a magic weapon."

The four disciples left happily, while Liu Qinghuan and Yun Zheng moved to the nearby Yanbo Pavilion, where they set out tea and wine to chat.

"Finally, some peace and quiet!" Yun Zheng sighed, downing the wine in his cup in one gulp. "It's all thanks to you here; you have the best Dao Fruit Wine, which you can't find anywhere else."

"If you like it, take a few jars back with you later," Liu Qinghuan said lazily, her expression more relaxed than ever before.

Yun Zheng noticed the difference and looked him over, saying, "I heard that Jingjue's few words put you into a state of enlightenment, which lasted for three days. It seems you've gained quite a bit?"

“Yes!” Liu Qinghuan couldn’t help but sigh, “The saying ‘words become law’ is truly well-deserved! We all understand the principle, and anyone can say it, but that doesn’t mean they can actually do it.”

But words that become law can possess power, dispelling confusion and breaking free from shackles. This time, I owe Jingjue a great favor!