Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

The old madman's surname is Nie.

His real name is unknown. He was a famous sword genius during the heyday of the Xuanzhen Dao world.

He and Master Chen Huangpi were of the same generation.

He became a true immortal at the age of eleven.

Even though he had been stuck at the point of near-perfection for a long time, no one doubted that he had fallen far behind those who came after him.

Even excluding the abbot, the old madman and the Tai Sui cult leader could become mortal enemies.

This is enough to show how powerful he is.

A genius's career may end, but he has accumulated a wealth of experience and talent that will eventually shine.

Furthermore, he has a record of fighting against the Daoist Master of Taixu and escaping alive.

It can be said that if the Tai Sui Sect Leader relied solely on his sword formation Dao Fruit, he wouldn't have much of a chance of winning against the Old Madman.

This is truly a sword cultivator of the purest and most extreme purity.

Of course, such a powerful old madman.

He is also the son-in-law of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion.

The somber, oppressive atmosphere made it hard to breathe.

The remaining cultivators of the Myriad Swords Pavilion hung their heads in utter shame, wishing they could disappear into the ground.

There was no surprise of the old madman's return.

All I felt was utter shame.

As for Yi Tingqiu, he had completely collapsed at this point.

A complete collapse from the physical body to the soul.

It turned into a pile of blood and flesh mixed into a rotten mud.

The old madman had a gloomy face, and his cloudy eyes held an unyielding coldness.

"Three hundred and sixty-seven true immortals."

"In addition to nearly a thousand immortals, they were transformed into so-called embryos without anyone noticing."

"This beast has utterly disgraced the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion."

“Besides his name, throw his spirit into the forge, cast it into a human form from the molten iron, and make him kneel for all eternity. Remember this, this is the fate of a traitor.”

"Disciple, obey the order!"

"Disciple, heed my command!!!"

The remaining members of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion nodded tremblingly, taking away the last bit of Yi Tingqiu's true spirit.

No one dared to say no.

Although the old madman was the son-in-law of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion.

In reality, the old madman and Yi Qingzhou's mother were engaged back then.

However, the old madman later became trapped in the realm of true immortals.

Yi Qingzhou's mother, on the contrary, went even further than him, reaching the peak of True Immortal much earlier.

The old madman had a very strong sense of self-esteem when he was young.

Feeling unworthy of the other person, she took the initiative to break off the engagement.

However, Yi Qingzhou's mother not only did not despise him, but treated him even better, protected him, and guided him. She gave him all the resources of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion and always believed that he would definitely be able to reach the point of being close to the Dao.

Moved, the old madman disregarded Yi Qingzhou's mother's objections and chose to join the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion by marrying into her family.

But this is a private matter between the couple.

Yi Qingzhou's mother was in charge of all matters, big and small, of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, while the Old Madman was the most powerful swordsman in the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion.

The couple had a very deep affection for each other.

Now that the Pavilion Master has gone to the Tianhe Battlefield, Old Madman, the Pavilion Master's husband, has naturally become the acting Pavilion Master.

As everyone retreated...

Chen Huangpi couldn't help but feel a sense of emotion.

If the old madman hadn't died openly so early on, the situation of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion would certainly not be what it is now, with even the pavilion master's own younger brother choosing to become a traitor.

"What a good death!"

Chen Huangpi said indignantly, "What I hate most in my life is traitors. Traitors should all be killed! Kill them all!"

Yi Tingqiu is definitely dead this time.

He no longer even qualifies as the most sinister.

Such people should be utterly despised.

"There are no traitors in the world that can be killed off."

The brass oil lamp poured cold water on the situation: "I only care about what those people from the Intercepting Heaven Sect are trying to do by luring people to the Heavenly River Battlefield."

In the eyes of the brass oil lamp, that battle was actually about distinguishing between the opposing sides.

Chen Daoxing became a traitor.

The leader of the Jietian Cult was also a traitor.

It's hard to say about the Immortal Venerable, but he did consider killing Chen Huangpi and letting Huangtian descend to earth normally, so his hands weren't exactly clean either.

And then there are those great emperors from the celestial realm.

However, the difference lies in their stance within the Immortal Realm.

This is the main conflict between the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty and the Immortal Realm.

Chen Daoxing and the leader of the Jietian Sect belonged to the forces of that outline, and their positions were crooked from the beginning. Perhaps their initial thought was not to destroy the Xuanzhen Dao Realm, but to become the Dao Lord.

But once you're tainted by that outline, you can never escape it.

It was completely distorted into something inhuman.

In short, this was a three-way battle.

There were only so many traitors back then, and with over ten thousand years of secret plotting, there will only be more who side with the enemy.

At this moment, the old madman spoke with a gloomy face: "The Heavenly River Battlefield once had a golden-topped sky lantern and a flying immortal map. The latter was torn to pieces, and the former has been missing ever since."

"I suspect this matter is related to the Golden Sky Lantern."

"However, the Tianhe battlefield is extremely dangerous."

"The Milky Way had already changed long ago."

"Moreover, it is nailed to the Taixu God's nail, as if someone intentionally put it into a slumber."

The old madman did not participate in that battle.

Because Emperor Chen had already arranged his death when the upheaval in the world first began, when he first decided to attack the Immortal Realm to seize the resources that sealed the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty.

But later, the old madman toured the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty and the mortal world.

He also went to the Tianhe battlefield.

I know what the situation is like over there.

Chen Huangpi frowned and said, "That traitor said that the ultimate True Immortal is a superior embryo, an ordinary True Immortal is a medium embryo, and an Immortal is a inferior embryo. Are you creating so many embryos so that the Golden Heavenly Lamp can enlighten them?"

Lift the golden-topped sky lantern.

The old madman then looked at the brass oil lamp.

He knew very well where the brass oil lamp came from; the abbot had mentioned it to him when Chen Huangpi remembered it.

The Nine Netherworld Lamp is extremely Yin and evil.

This lamp is not merely a magical artifact, but a living being.

It is the first evil entity in the Xuanzhen Daoist world.

Its wick was taken from the Golden Top Sky Lantern.

Only in this way can it maintain its appearance as a magical artifact.

In a sense, the one who understands the Golden Sky Lantern best is this Nine Netherworld Divine Lantern, which was created in the Ten Thousand Mountains.

He noticed that both the old madman and Chen Huangpi were looking at him.

The brass oil lamp couldn't help but shout, "Why are you looking at me like that? Although I am Huang Yi's brother who came out of the same furnace one after the other, we are not as close as you think."

"The wick of the lamp was split in two; I split my humanity, and it split its divinity."

"It's just a cold, unresponsive bug. It does whatever the abbot tells it to do, and it can't be roused by anyone but the abbot."

The relationship between brass oil lamps and golden-topped sky lanterns is far too complicated.

The Taoists at Jingxian Temple mostly still refer to it as the Golden-Topped Heavenly Lamp, since it was originally just a lamp, and it is rarely called the Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp.

"Huang Yi is not as good as me."

The brass oil lamp said angrily, "I can do everything it can, and I can do things it can't. It can only enlighten the gods, but besides enlightening the spirits of the underworld, I can also give rise to evil spirits."

"As for that true immortal embryo, even if it were placed in front of it, it could only watch helplessly."

"But what if Huang Yi changes?"

Chen Huangpi calmly said, "Jiu Li Zhong is stronger than Huang Yi, right? It has mutated, so how could Huang Yi possibly escape? Besides, it originally had no humanity, so it's quite possible that its abilities would change after the distortion and mutation."

The celestial embryos were sent to the Heavenly River Battlefield.

Whether it was transformed into an embryo on the Tianhe battlefield or it was already ambushed and made into an embryo on the way and sent there.

But what if the final step falls on the Tianhe battlefield?

The golden-topped sky lantern must be there too.

The Jietian Sect, or rather, those beings controlling the corpse of the Jietian Sect Master, have most likely already obtained the Golden Heavenly Lamp, which they could accomplish using the Taixu Divine Nail.

"Huang Yi is probably a traitor now."

"Huang Er, you must be feeling terrible right now, right?"

"I'm so sad I'm about to cry."

The brass oil lamp sadly rubbed its eyes, its two bright yellow pupils gleaming, yet it couldn't squeeze out a single tear.

"Huang Yi is, after all, my own brother."

"Let me kill it when it comes time to do it. I want to finish it off with my own hands and give it a quick death."

Hear this.

Chen Huangpi said with a strange look, "But I've learned how to pull out the Taixu Divine Nail, so it's not like Huang Yi can't pull it back."

"Hey, there's no need."

The brass oil lamp said with deep resentment, "A traitor for a day is a traitor for life. No matter whether it was forced into it or not, its actions are truly despicable to me, Huang Yi."

Huang Er is dead, so it becomes Huang Yi.

It combines the features of the Golden Sky Lantern and the Nine Netherworld Divine Lantern into one.

Who else could possess the most powerful treasure of the Pure Immortal Temple besides themselves?

Nine-Leaving Bell? Tai Sui Killing Sword?
They're just two illegitimate children; how can they compare to his eldest legitimate son?

Chen Huangpi was speechless: "I never expected you to be like this, Huang Er. You have disappointed me greatly."

"What happened?"

The brass oil lamp scoffed, "Chen Daoxing probably never imagined he'd end up like this. What, are you going to pull him back too?"

"Can that be the same thing?"

"Why not?"

The brass oil lamp circled back and forth, finally revealing its innermost thoughts.

Chen Huangpi choked for a moment.

"Family member, you have nothing to say now, right? Also, please call me Huang Yi."

"Okay, Huang Er."

Chen Huangpi rolled his eyes and said to the old madman, "Now that the traitor has been dealt with, let's not delay and go to the Tianhe battlefield to see what's going on."

Yi Tingqiu's memories are not actually complete.

Many places have been erased by human intervention, but the reason he believes it is too late is because in his mind, the Tianhe battlefield seems to be a huge pit, and once you go there, you can never come back.

But Chen Huangpi has always been stubborn.

He felt that no matter what, he had to go.

The living see people, the dead see corpses.

However, the old madman did not agree immediately.

"Yellow-skinned kid, you should know what's going on right now."

The old madman suppressed his agitation and patiently said, "The Heavenly River Battlefield is extremely dangerous. What controls all of this is not the ordinary, almost Dao-like being, but the Dao Lord within that outline."

"Even I, an old man, am not confident that I could get out unscathed if I went myself."

“If you go there, it will be even less likely that I will be able to get away and protect you.”

That's the truth.

In the old madman's view, Chen Huangpi was not just Huang Tian, ​​but what did Huang Tian have to do with him?

What he cared about was that Chen Huangpi was his old friend's apprentice.

What he cares about is the relationship between Chen Huangpi and his son.

Chen Shidao treated his son like his own child.

I should treat his disciples the same way.

"Stay here in the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion."

"This place is safer than the Tianhe battlefield, let's wait..."

Is it really safe?

Chen Huangpi suddenly interrupted, saying, "The Tai Sui Sect requires the blood of Tai Sui for cultivation, as well as the sword formation Dao Fruit for protection, so the Jie Tian Sect has no way of planting spies within it."

"The Bailingtian Sect has hidden itself in the gray fog to avoid the world, and its leader is still alive today. The Jietian Sect would not have reached out to them unless they were insane."

"But what about the other sects?"

"The Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion has been infiltrated with spies. I remember the spiritual energy in the other old prefectures is about the same as that in the Southern Prefecture, right?"

“These places all have big problems.”

At this point, Chen Huangpi spread his hands helplessly and said, "You're the only one by my side who's close to the Dao. If you leave, what if the Jietian Sect sends someone to deal with me?"

Don't be fooled by the fact that Chen Huangpi has already killed his way through halfway.

Killing that Song Daoist would be easy.

But if a true immortal were to use their ultimate power, they could subdue him completely.

The Jietian Sect's style of doing things is very extreme.

Once they sense something is wrong, they can even send someone out halfway to provide backup.

Therefore, staying in the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion is actually not as safe as going to the Heavenly River Battlefield with the old madman.

"besides."

Chen Huangpi took Little Chenchen from the brass oil lamp.

Little Chenchen is sleeping soundly inside the pill.

There was a rare silence.

"You old madman, little Chen Chen is your uncle's daughter."

Chen Huangpi said, "You don't want it to fall into the hands of bad people, do you?"

For some reason, Xiao Chenchen seems to have a natural sense of perception.

When it arrived in Namdoju, it said there were ghosts there.

Sure enough, a traitor emerged within the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion.

Furthermore, it seems to have seen the Golden Sky Lantern before, and bringing Xiao Chenchen along will definitely be useful on the Tianhe battlefield.

With the addition of brass oil lamps, not going to the Tianhe battlefield would have been the worst choice.

The old madman was persuaded by Chen Huangpi.

“If a real fight breaks out, I may not be able to protect you, even if he comes.”

"Your skills need to be improved further."

"After nightfall, I can summon six Yin spirits, which are three times more powerful than they are now."

"Not enough, it's utterly vulnerable against a True Immortal."

"I can take Dongxu into the Spleen Temple, and it will become much stronger."

Have you learned "Ninety-Nine Vertical and Horizontal"?

"..."

“I can learn to follow the laws of heaven and earth.”

Chen Huangpi was helpless. The Ninety-Nine Swordsmanship was the sword technique of the Tai Sui Sect Master. If he could master it, his spirituality would be perfected, and then entering the Spleen Temple would be the best choice.

These are the original words of the Tai Sui Cult Leader.

In addition, one can also achieve this by learning the Dongzhen sword technique.

But while there's still hope for the Ninety-Nine Strike Techniques, there's still no sign of that sword strike.

He is currently fighting his master with swords in his dream.

It still kills in one hit.

On the contrary, Chen Huangpi had a thorough understanding of the art of imitating the heavens and the earth. He thought that he might be able to use it to bring out his own treasured possession, the giant millstone, and play with it.

That thing could kill a true immortal halfway through cultivation with ease, wouldn't it?

The old madman shook his head and said, "You are not human. You have no concept of a dantian and cannot open up a dantian world. How can you use the Law of Heaven and Earth?"

Chen Huangpi snorted and said, "Never mind that, I think it's going to work."

"how long?"

"I don't know, three days? Half a month?"

"I'll give you three years."

The old madman took a deep breath and slashed directly at Chen Huangpi with his sword.

In an instant, Chen Huangpi felt the world spinning around him.

Time and space seemed to have disappeared.

He felt as if he were in a strange world.

This world is utterly empty.

But it was filled with a terrifying sword intent that could not be described in words at all times.

“Yellow-skinned brat, even though you have those three black rings…”

"But compared to playing with time, I am far more familiar with the Dao than you are."

"This is the dantian world that I have just created. You can stay inside for a year, but to the outside world it is only a breath."

The old madman actually created a dantian world.

It was all because Chen Huangpi wanted to figure out how to open up the dantian world.

Thus.

This will allow Chen Huangpi to experience more.

And time itself is different from the outside world.

It can be said that only three breaths had actually passed by the time Chen Huangpi came out.

There was absolutely no waste of time.

"What kind of law is this?"

Chen Huangpi was extremely surprised; the old madman's methods were beyond his comprehension.

Listening to his description, it's as if he spent over 17,000 years in the mountains of the Hundred Thousand Mountains in a daze.

The old madman's voice came from all directions.

"It's not a law; if I had to say, anyone who is close to the Tao can do it."

"A day in heaven is equivalent to a year on earth."

"This is the rule of heaven and earth, and if it is close to the Dao, one can steal the sky and change the sun. Stealing a little time is nothing." After saying this, the old madman's voice disappeared completely.

Now Chen Huangpi was full of confidence.

Three years is enough.

He felt he could even try to learn his master's move, "Dongzhen".

Think of this.

Chen Huangpi then sat down cross-legged, his eyes deep in thought.

"The method my master taught me to pull out the Taixu Divine Nail is actually to transform me into Taiyi for a moment. Besides Taiyi, I am also Huangtian. If I can change this method, I can temporarily transform into Huangtian."

Transforming into the Yellow Heaven is actually a sign of becoming a demon.

Chen Huangpi fondly remembers his childhood state of being possessed by a demon, when he was invincible.

Secondly, it follows the laws of heaven and earth.

“My master said that I have not actually come back to life; I am still inside that eggshell.”

"Therefore, I am not a person."

"I don't have the so-called upper, middle, and lower dantian."

Chen Huangpi touched his chest. He now had four organ temples inside his body: the kidney temple, the liver temple, the heart temple, and the spleen temple.

The spleen temple was empty; no one had entered the void.

The physical body represents vital energy.

The spirit represents the Yin and Yang gods.

The Six Yang Gods couldn't see their uncle and didn't know how to get out.

But he knows the organ temple best.

"My internal organs are actually quite similar to the dantian."

Chen Huangpi pondered, "If my five internal organs were to create a world, I would certainly be able to unleash the divine power of 'manifesting the heavens and the earth'."

Sink your mind into your body.

The four temples for internal organs are clearly visible.

Chen Huangpi's gaze swept over the demonic tree in the Kidney Temple, the Crimson Evil in the Liver Temple, and the mud-brick Taoist in the Heart Temple, finally settling on the empty Spleen Temple.

His spleen will not disappear if the main deity is not invited into the spleen temple.

"And my lungs."

Chen Huangpi said in a low voice, "The spleen cannot be touched, because my spleen temple is still waiting to be fully formed, and the lungs represent the lung temple. Touching it will probably cause problems as well."

He had previously mispracticed the Five Organs Refining Spirit Method once.

As a result, the liver temple was not fully developed, but the heart temple emerged prematurely.

Chen Huangpi dared not move.

"Fortunately, although I don't have a dantian and have lost many organs, I still look like a human being."

"Neither gallbladder nor appendix is ​​suitable."

"The stomach looks alright."

Chen Huangpi ultimately chose his stomach to open up the dantian world.

The stomach can be large or small.

It belongs to the Earth element in the Five Elements theory, but it is Yang Earth.

Earth, by its very nature, can bear the weight of all things.

The stomach is the most suitable foundation.

"But if I don't have a stomach, how will I eat again?"

Chen Huangpi's thinking was very unconventional, and he suddenly thought of this question.

This is very important to him.

Even if Chen Huangpi becomes a true immortal and a Dao Lord.

He couldn't accept the so-called fasting.

He needs to eat, drink, and sleep; these are habits he developed from childhood.

"I've got it! Just connect my intestines to my esophagus."

"Medical books say that the intestines also have the ability to digest."

"Eating this way makes me eat quickly and digest quickly too. I'm truly a medical genius!"

Chen Huangpi looked smug, but unfortunately, the old madman's dantian world only contained himself. If Huang Er were here, he would definitely be astonished by his own genius idea.

"It's a pity, my master doesn't allow me to mess around."

"Otherwise, everyone in the Yellow Heaven Era will be as straightforward as me."

Chen Huangpi sighed.

He then focused his mind on the temple and began to carve the method he had just figured out onto the stone tablet.

Use the stomach to open up the dantian world.

In exchange, they gained the ability to perform the art of manipulating the heavens and the earth.

This is why he was confident that his brilliant idea would definitely come true.

"This method for opening up the dantian world looks really out of place."

"This outdated old method is not as simple and direct as my new method."

"Why don't we just change it directly?"

"Otherwise, how can my new law appear more powerful?"

The stone tablet comes in two forms: one is gold and the other is black.

Gold represents approval, while black represents disapproval.

Chen Huangpi is currently in the dantian world that the old madman just opened up, so of course he can't deny it.

But he wanted to change the original method of the Dantian world.

Yet it felt incredibly awkward, as if some force was resisting it.

……

world.

The original site of Dakang.

As the saying goes, a day in heaven is a year on earth.

After the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty proclaimed itself as such, it had essentially ascended to the heavens.

Time flies by in this world.

The original capital of the Great Kang Dynasty had long been in ruins.

The city walls are cracked, and the eaves are covered in dust.

What a desolate and dilapidated scene.

The human world has lost its spiritual energy, and now it has even lost its human vitality.

But the muddy alleyway from back then still exists.

The ground was covered with rotten fallen leaves.

And at the very deepest part of this muddy alley.

A world that outsiders can never see is hidden within it.

The world is unpredictably vast.

But all that could be seen was an enormous altar.

At the center of the altar was an eggshell covered with cracks, which were covered with yellow mud. This was the embryo of the Yellow Heaven, the true embryo of the Dao.

It was the dwelling place where Chen Huangpi lived before he became human.

And this moment.

The eggshell trembled slightly.

From the void, the sound of Dao Ming echoed.

The evil Taoist priest, dressed in a black Taoist robe, stared expressionlessly at the eggshell.

creak...

The heretic clenched his fist.

"Yellow skin..."

"Is it because I haven't hung you up and beaten you lately that you're trying to climb on the roof and tear off the tiles again?"

"Change it, change it, change it."

"Change it however you want, change everything about your teacher!"

The heretic gritted his teeth, wishing he could expose his true identity, storm into the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty, hang up his only disciple, and beat him mercilessly for three days and three nights.

He was so lovable when he was little.

The older they get, the more they deserve a beating.

The disciple listened to what the master said, but not completely.

They didn't dare let everyone in the Xuanzhen Daoist world become straightforward.

However, he wanted to change the proper method of opening the dantian to using the stomach.

The normal opening of the dantian world.

It doesn't mean the dantian has disappeared; the dantian world can still function as a place to absorb and release spiritual energy.

Any immortal could do that.

However, generally speaking, only one of the three dantians will be opened.

Or perhaps they're too lazy to even bother with pioneering efforts.

However, this method is also a legitimate one, a product of the flourishing of cultivation in the Xuanzhen Dao world.

It is unknown how many people deliberated on it before this method was finally determined.

Chen Huangpi is quite something; he changes things whenever he wants.

"These two methods are not mutually exclusive."

For the first time, the heretic felt worried; he had never been so troubled even when dealing with that outline.

He could rival that silhouette.

But my own disciple...

It's more than just the word "sorrow"...

Rumble.

The eggshell vibrated even more violently.

The sounds of the Dao continued in waves.

The evil Taoist laughed in anger: "You're taking this seriously, you yellow-skinned brat. Your master is old, not dead."

New laws are not necessarily inferior to old laws.

People today are not necessarily inferior to those of the past.

The heretical person, or rather the master, has never been a follower of the ancients or a conservative.

On the contrary, the master believed that those who came after would stand on the shoulders of the older generation and would surely be able to see higher and go further.

Master was willing to do so as well.

But this doesn't mean that all old things have to be eliminated.

……

"Hmm, why does it feel even more blocked than before?"

Chen Huangpi's eyes widened, and he said angrily, "I am Huangtian, after all. I changed the method of the Dantian World. Does the Xuanzhen Dao Realm dare not recognize it?"

Even if he hadn't been born, he would still be the Yellow Heaven.

The stone tablet was his original ability.

Chen Huangpi's stubborn temper flared up.

They still insisted on changing this old law.

Otherwise, he would be embarrassed to say that he was raised by his master.

However, after all that effort...

Chen Huangpi felt the unfamiliar feeling emanating from the stone tablet growing stronger and stronger.

He finally managed to change a few words.

It was completely overturned and restored to its original state.

The new rules he approved remained unchanged.

For a while.

A bead of cold sweat trickled down Chen Huangpi's cheek.

His mind left the temple.

Pretending to be nonchalant.

"The old law was fine too."

"What if a cultivator wants to create a world using their dantian?"

"More paths mean more choices, and you don't necessarily have to follow my lead."

After Chen Huangpi finished speaking, he gritted his teeth and began to practice the new method he had come up with.

This is a new method for the dantian world.

In reality, he was simply replacing the dantian with internal organs, using the stomach's element of earth as the basis for his deductions.

The changes seem minor.

In reality, it is a crooked and underhanded trick.

Because their underlying themes are completely different.

The dantian has three components: essence, energy, and spirit.

There are far more than three organs. Many organs belong to the Five Elements, just like the stomach and spleen, which are divided into Yin and Yang.

If Chen Huangpi really succeeds...

Perhaps cultivators below the level of immortals can also use this to open up the so-called world of organs.

The only difference lies in the level of cultivation, the size of the worlds they create, and the degree of refinement or crudeness.

In a sense.

Chen Huangpi is indeed a genius.

His master never said he was wrong.

It's just that their way of thinking is different from ordinary people.

Time passes quickly.

Chen Huangpi's stomach is also gradually becoming more and more strange.

Sometimes it's very big, like a potbelly.

Sometimes it's so small that it looks like even the stomach has been removed.

Suddenly one day!
Boom!
A sound like thunder came from Chen Huangpi's body.

His stomach contracted and dimmed the instant the thunder sounded, until it disappeared completely.

A desolate world appeared within his body.

"It's finally done!"

Chen Huangpi suddenly opened his eyes, feeling as if he was being empowered by endless power with every move he made.

"It turns out that creating the world with organs belonging to the earth element will bring a boost in power."

"I feel like I can tear immortals apart with my bare hands right now, just by using my physical body."

"Unfortunately, I don't have many organs left."

Chen Huangpi sighed, "Otherwise, we could try to open up the world of the five internal organs. With the support of five different powers, it would surely be an extremely powerful supernatural ability."

He created this world of organs solely for the purpose of practicing the art of emulating the heavens and the earth.

Unexpectedly, I somehow managed to create something quite remarkable.

Of course, this world of internal organs doesn't actually mean much to Chen Huangpi.

It's useful, to say the least.

After all, his position was simply too high.

For cultivators, mastering such supernatural abilities is a completely different concept.

To give an analogy, if Chen Huangpi were the emperor, he would be hoeing the ground with a golden hoe.

If a cultivator were a mortal, he would be hoeing the ground with a hoe made of wood and bones.

Having this supernatural power, which can be described as heretical and unorthodox, is like having a hoe made of steel; it's a completely different story from before.

"A month has passed."

Chen Huangpi calculated the time, hesitating whether or not to go to sleep.

He is actually very tired right now.

I feel physically and mentally exhausted, but if I go to sleep, I want to fight my master with swords in my dreams.

Ok……

He was a little scared.

Master cannot enter the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty.

However, the possibility of Master not being able to enter the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty is not very high.

Think of this.

Chen Huangpi took a deep breath and conjured a mirror.

He looked at himself in the mirror, rubbed his face, and made an innocent and naive expression, just like when he was a child.

That is to say, the brass oil lamp is not here.

Otherwise, Chen Huangpi would insist on making himself look like he was eight years old.

No, even eight years old isn't safe.

They must be two or three years old, when they are at their cutest and most lovable.

"Master, I am Huangpi'er!"

"Your most beloved disciple!"

"I've been bad these past few days, not visiting you in my dreams. But I've been working hard at my cultivation, and for the next two years, I'll visit you in my dreams every night to ask for your advice on sword techniques."

Chen Huangpi said things that would give outsiders goosebumps.

He tilted his head and fell asleep immediately.

In the past, when he fought swords in his dreams, he would just sleep soundly, at most grinding his teeth.

This time, he didn't sleep for long before his legs started kicking wildly.

He instinctively covered his buttocks with both hands.

It felt like I was having a nightmare.

clack clack...

Chen Huangpi's teeth were chattering, and his delirium was filled with wailing: "Master, I was wrong, I was really wrong, stop fighting, let's have a sword fight, a sword fight, I want to learn swordsmanship."

"Master, say something."

"You're scaring me."

"Stop fighting, let's have a sword duel instead. Your disciple is eager to learn swordsmanship." (End of Chapter)