Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

The sharp sword light shot straight into the sky.

The vast and boundless, profound and supreme swordsmanship reverberated endlessly in the void, illustrating all changes.

Nie Yuan felt like he might be going crazy.

That man, who spoke strangely and looked like a born saint, whose cultivation level was unknown, inexplicably found her on this day.

Moreover, he forced himself to cultivate the way of the sword.

At first, he thought this mysterious senior was just joking with him.

After all, although he was a genius and had the right to be proud, what difference was there between a genius who hadn't lived up to his potential and an ant in front of such a strong person?

Moreover, who among those who can reach this level isn't a peerless genius?

But none of that matters.

It doesn't even matter whether Nie Yuan himself wants to cultivate the way of the sword.

The important thing is that this senior was actually serious.

He should truly be taught the supreme swordsmanship that is invincible under heaven.

"Senior, senior!!!"

Nie Yuan's eyes stung as he looked at the figure amidst the dazzling sword light and shouted, "Isn't your swordsmanship too extreme? There are countless sword cultivators in the world, yet your swordsmanship tries to encompass all swordsmanships. How can you possibly do that?"

He swore that the swordsmanship this senior had displayed before him was absolutely the most terrifying, horrifying, and extreme swordsmanship he had ever seen in his life.

Pure to the point of being pure.

Because its core concept is the all-encompassing way of the sword.

If it can be cultivated...

No, even if one steps into this terrifying path of swordsmanship, one becomes a king of swordsmen who can command all swords to unite as one with a single command.

As for this kind of swordsmanship, Nie Yuan felt that even with his talent, he could only look on in envy and probably would never be able to reach perfection in his lifetime.

Because there are countless sword cultivators in the world, and since there are millions of kinds of people, there are millions of kinds of paths.

This is a one-way street with no end in sight.

"It's actually quite simple to master your swordsmanship."

Chen Huangpi’s voice was clear and cheerful as he laughed heartily: “You have become the master of the sword path, and you are the embodiment of the sword path. All sword paths, whether they already exist or have not yet appeared, will be under your control.”

"The so-called future me is very strong, so the present me is just as strong. The past and the future are all determined by my heart, and I am present in both the past and the future!"

This swordsmanship is no longer simply the swordsmanship that Nie Yuan will follow in the future.

Rather, it was Chen Huangpi who, after learning it, relied on his status as a cultivator of the Six Yang Gods, which allowed him to effortlessly apply all Daoist techniques, and forcibly continued to deduce its essence.

After all, no matter how profound the old madman's understanding of swordsmanship was, it was not as direct as Chen Huangpi's personal demonstration, which was essentially the Dao itself.

It doesn't matter if Chen Huangpi's deduction of the swordsmanship is wrong.

Because he is Huang Tian, ​​the one who will set all the rules for the future Huang Tian Era.

Once he approves of something, then what he approves of is right.

Even if it's a case of calling a deer a horse, all cultivators in the world have to accept it reluctantly.

As for whether Nie Yuan can succeed in the cultivation.

Chen Huangpi, however, was not worried at all.

Originally, Nie Yuan was going to follow this path, but now he has come ahead of time to spread the word and is even outlining his own path. There is no reason why he cannot succeed or make it work.

Nie Yuan, however, hesitated and looked confused: "Senior, you're going to pass on this kind of swordsmanship to me, but can I really do it? I'm actually not that interested in swordsmanship..."

Cultivation, cultivation is self-cultivation, and practice is the way.

Nie Yuan didn't think his cultivation level would stagnate. In fact, he believed that given some time, he would be able to break through again soon and reach the level of those veteran True Immortals.

That level, which later became close to the Dao.

And choosing Kendo...

He always felt like this was a road of no return.

"Family member, what kind of person is this old... young madman?"

The brass oil lamp thought to itself, "How come he seems to have no interest in swordsmanship in this era? How did he become a sword cultivator and the Sword King Nie back then?"

"Ask me, how could I know?"

Chen Huangpi thought to himself, "However, a person's change of mind is never without reason. Perhaps he encountered some great setback back then, which is why he cultivated the way of the sword."

"Now that I'm helping him to cultivate swordsmanship ahead of time, it's like saving him decades, no, maybe hundreds or thousands of years of detours."

"But it's our family, as the old saying goes."

The brass oil lamp sincerely said, "Although the old madman has treated us very well, and is a true sword cultivator with integrity and perseverance, forced relationships are never sweet. In my opinion, it's better to let things take their natural course."

It means that we can just follow the original development.

At crucial moments, it's better for Chen Huangpi to step in and teach him swordsmanship, guiding him onto the path of conquest, than to force him to grow too quickly.

However, Chen Huangpi doesn't think so.

"You only know if a melon is sweet after you twist it."

Chen Huangpi said indifferently, "Anyway, I think it's pretty good now. You see, even though he says he doesn't want to fix it, isn't he still secretly working on it in his mind?"

Upon hearing this, the brass oil lamp, through Chen Huangpi's eyes, discovered that there were indeed wisps of sword energy within Nie Yuan's body.

That sword energy was actually the transformation of Nie Yuan's true immortal power as he made his choice of the Dao.

"Damn it, this kid's body language is pretty honest!"

The brass oil lamp and Chen Huangpi are now like one with the sword.

Not only do they understand each other perfectly, but they can also leverage each other's abilities.

It has seen everything Nie Yuan has done.

Not only that, but we can even see all sorts of possibilities for Nie Yuan's future.

One of them, wielding a four-foot-long sword, is becoming increasingly clear, destined to become the only future.

In reality, although Nie Yuan said he didn't really want to cultivate such an extreme, obviously impossible sword path, he still had a lot of ideas.

But who is Nie Yuan...?

A genius who cultivated himself into a true immortal at the age of twelve.

The abbot achieved true immortality a year later than him.

Of course, this is not to say that the abbot's talent is inferior to Nie Yuan's, but rather that at this age, Nie Yuan has indeed progressed faster than the abbot.

The abbot, on the other hand, was the kind of genius who seemed somewhat amazing and exceptionally talented, but not quite so. He just progressed faster and faster as time went on, until he unknowingly left everyone behind.

The abbot has seen many geniuses, and many of them are also geniuses in his own words.

But for those geniuses...

The abbot is the real genius.

But as the saying goes, comparisons must have a target. Compared to the abbot, even if Nie Yuan is slightly inferior, he is still many times stronger than other geniuses.

Such geniuses are the most confident.

This way of swordsmanship may seem impossible to others.

But what if I'm the exception?
Moreover, to be honest, apart from producing a genius like Nie Yuan, the Nie family isn't really a major force.

They have been swordsmiths for generations.

The Nie family's legacy is at most enough for Nie Yuan to cultivate into a true immortal; there is absolutely no way to guide him on how to proceed beyond that.

Even his attainment of true immortality was largely due to Nie Yuan's talent.

Now that Chen Huangpi has directly brought out the supreme swordsmanship, which can even be said to be the number one swordsmanship in the Xuanzhen Dao world, Nie Yuan would really be crazy if he didn't cultivate it.

“Senior, I have memorized the swordsmanship you taught me.”

Nie Yuan respectfully said to Chen Huangpi, "Whether I succeed in my cultivation or not, you will always be my master. I will never forget this kindness in this lifetime."

As he spoke, he prepared to perform the formal ceremony of becoming a disciple.

This startled Chen Huangpi, who quickly raised his hand to stop him: "Wait a minute, I only taught you swordsmanship, I never said I wanted to take you as my disciple! Don't you dare get me into trouble!"

The old madman was his elder and a good friend of his master.

If I were to take the old madman as my disciple, wouldn't the entire hierarchy be thrown into chaos?

Suddenly, he found himself a generation above his master.

How should the master address him/her?

I may have grown up now, but that doesn't mean my master will stop hanging me up and beating me just because I'm an adult.

Nie Yuan looked at Chen Huangpi helplessly.

“Senior, you taught me the way of the sword. How can calling you ‘Master’ be harming you?”

Although there must be a reason for unexpected good fortune.

But Nie Yuan didn't think this strange senior had any ulterior motives towards him.

He himself was a True Immortal, and the Nie family didn't have anything worth mentioning.

Besides appreciating my talent and wanting to take me as a disciple to pass on the way of swordsmanship, what else could the other party possibly want from me?
Are they after the resources that the Nie family obtains from forging and selling swords every year?
Even if the entire Nie family were combined, they probably wouldn't be worth a single hair of this senior's...

Nie Yuan couldn't understand it, but Chen Huangpi, being a family member, knew his own affairs.

"Anyway, the only reason I'm teaching you swordsmanship is to teach you swordsmanship."

Chen Huangpi said vaguely, "I have no other requests of you. If you achieve success in swordsmanship in the future, just don't spread my name."

"Alright, your swordsmanship has been passed on to you."

"I still have some things to do. We'll meet again sometime."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Huangpi took a step and disappeared. Nie Yuan, on the other hand, had a thoughtful look on his face.

It seems that this senior has made too many enemies outside, so much so that even after passing on his supreme swordsmanship, he dares not accept him as a disciple, for fear of bringing disaster upon himself.

Otherwise, why would they forbid you from even revealing your name?

and many more……

It seems this senior never mentioned his name from beginning to end...

"Did I remember it wrongly?"

"Or is this senior mistaken?"

Nie Yuan began to have some doubts about himself.

However, all of this today seems like a daydream to him.

When a person is in seclusion, an opportunity may come from heaven.

"Tsk..."

Nie Yuan clicked his tongue in amazement, but then thought that since he was already here, he might as well make the best of it. Since he had chosen the path of swordsmanship, no matter how he got there, he had to see it through to the end.

Otherwise, how could I do justice to my talent?

Thinking of this, Nie Yuan decided to go into seclusion for several hundred years to see the depth of his swordsmanship. With his talent, he believed that after several hundred years, he would at least have reached a high level of mastery of swordsmanship, if not achieve great mastery.

To cultivate the way of the sword, one naturally needs a sword.

Nie Yuan simply built a sword furnace on the ground, intending to practice making a sword for himself first.

But at this moment...

Buzz! ! ! !

A sword's cry rang out.

A sword appeared out of thin air in front of Nie Yuan.

The sword's scabbard contains incomparably sharp power, while the hilt is utterly illusory, as if it doesn't exist at all.

But for some reason, looking at the sword hilt, Nie Yuan felt an uncanny familiarity, as if it were a part of himself, and the scabbard gave him an even stranger feeling.

There's a kind of illusion of blood merging.

"What kind of sword did this senior give me...?"

"This sword sheath alone seems to be many times more powerful than my cultivation level..."

Nie Yuan reached out and grabbed the sword. He stroked the scabbard and felt that it contained a kind of swordsmanship. If he wanted, he could even take a step further with this scabbard right now.

The sword sheath, formed from the nascent Dao Fruit of Yi Qingzhou, would allow anyone who obtained it to step into the halfway level of the Dao.

Yi Qingzhou at his peak was naturally far stronger than Nie Yuan is now.

Nie Yuan thought for a moment and then chuckled, “Since I want to walk the supreme sword path and become the king of swords, then the sword path in this scabbard is just for me to observe. My sword path should be all-encompassing and all-inclusive.”

"If that's the case, how can we lose sight of the bigger picture for the sake of small gains?"

……

And the other side.

After leaving the Nie family, Chen Huangpi headed in another direction.

"Family member, why did you give that sword to Nie Yuan? Weren't you going to resurrect the old madman?"

"Huang Er, the master is resurrecting the old madman."

The Soul-Reaping Ghost was, after all, a member of the Yellow Springs Netherworld Clan, and it could see some of the intricacies: "The previous master said he wanted to cultivate the fake into the real. If I'm not mistaken, when Nie Yuan becomes the old madman in the future, and burns everything up in that final battle, that will be the time when the old madman is resurrected."

"Ah Gui, you seem to be thinking a little deeper."

Chen Huangpi laughed and said, "When the real and the fake are confused, and the fake takes the place of the real, the old madman who has died in the original Xuanzhen Dao world will be resurrected as the real person from another world."

“Nie Yuan is Nie Qingcang, he is the Sword King Nie.”

"All of Nie Yuan's experiences are also the old madman's past experiences. When the moment comes that the fake becomes real, the old madman will be able to break out of the fake world!"

"This kind of resurrection is much simpler than planting the old madman in the Yellow Springs."

Hearing this, the brass oil lamp couldn't help but exclaim, "Damn it, the first person to make a fake that looks real was a genius. Just thinking about it is incredible."

Chen Huangpi agreed, saying, "I just don't know who came up with the idea first. It seems that apart from Master, no one considers practicing fake techniques to be something extraordinary."

“Master, Huang Er…”

The ghostly figure said in a low voice, "Do you think it's possible that the 'imitation-to-real' technique was actually first created by the abbot?"

Chen Huangpi frowned and said, "But I heard that in the Xuanzhen Dao Realm, as long as you are a true immortal, you can cultivate from a fake to a real one. It shouldn't have anything to do with my master."

“Fellow clansman, what Ah Gui said makes sense.”

The brass oil lamp exclaimed, "The abbot is the Dao Master. The Dao Master's proof is eternal. He gathered all timelines into one person. Perhaps it really was the abbot's doing, but no one knows it."

From the perspective of the brass oil lamp, it was not impossible for the abbot to subtly influence the cultivators of the Xuanzhen Daoist world.

The only thing it couldn't quite understand was...

How did the abbot come up with the idea of ​​turning a fake into a real thing?

Chen Huangpi and the brass oil lamp were of one mind, and Chen Huangpi immediately continued to ponder the idea that the brass oil lamp had.

"Master is a human, a cultivator."

“Cultivation begins with becoming an immortal, and with each realm comes a tremendous change.”

"Immortals can influence time, true immortals can travel up and down the river of time, while beings that are close to the Dao exist independently of the river of time and possess the Dao Fruit World."

Chen Huangpi muttered, "But what kind of Dao fruit does Master have, and what kind of path does he follow? It seems that no one has ever said anything about it from beginning to end. Could it be that Master's Dao is a true and false path, and his Dao fruit is also a true and false Dao fruit?"

The brass oil lamp was stunned: "You know what, you really know what, it seems like no one has ever known what path the abbot walks."

The abbot seems to know everything and understand everything.

Whether it's the way of swordsmanship, alchemy, weapon crafting, array formation, or any other miscellaneous Taoist arts, the Abbot's performance is always breathtaking.

But none of these seem to be the abbot's way.

Although the abbot has the Tai Sui Killing Sword as his personal sword.

But to the abbot, that thing was just a handy weapon.

The Tai Sui Sect Leader lost the sword duel with the Abbot, but he never said that the Abbot was a sword cultivator. The Old Madman is recognized as the purest sword cultivator in the Xuanzhen Dao world.

The abbot is also the master of the Dao.

Even if the Dao Master knows the way of the sword, he cannot be called a sword cultivator.

That only proves that what they're following isn't the way of the sword, nor is it any other path.

The only possibility is that, as Chen Huangpi thought, it is indeed a matter of truth and falsehood.

"Chen Huangpi, you've now mastered the art of turning the fake into the real. Just how far can this method of turning the fake into the real reach?"

"Hard to say."

Chen Huangpi hesitated for a moment and said, "I'm only just beginning. My practice of turning the fake into the real is actually based on this, so that I can master Master's techniques of 'flowers in the mirror and moon in the water'."

"However, if I were to follow the path of cultivating the false to become the true, I would first create a fake version of myself. For example, that fake version of me would be the Dao Lord, the most powerful person in the world. Then I would use the real and the fake to confuse them and cultivate the false to become the true."

"hiss……"

"But how did they manage to do that?"

Chen Huangpi felt a chill run down his spine: "Without sufficient power, how could one achieve such a feint becoming real? If one had such power, there would be no need to practice making the feint real."

"Moreover, whether it succeeds or fails, it's a double-edged sword. This path of truth and falsehood seems even more extreme than the old madman's swordsmanship, and even more outrageous than the Heavenly Mandate of the Spirit Worship Cult Master."

If Master is truly walking the path of truth and falsehood.

My master had previously said that the old madman's swordsmanship was too extreme, and that this path would be difficult to follow. He also had an evaluation of the Dao of the Bailingtian Cult Master. Now that I think about it, it seems that none of his opinions were as extreme as my master's own Dao.

And yet, this path actually works...

Even when the powerful figures of the Xuanzhen Dao Realm fought against their master who had not yet attained Dao, their master did not even manifest the Dao Fruit.

"If I had known this would happen, I should have followed Master's path!"

Chen Huangpi protested, "I even came here to preach to others. I should have had my master preach to me from the beginning. I should also cultivate the true and false paths. That is the most powerful path in the world!"

"Then why doesn't the abbot teach you this true and false path?"

"Yes, why didn't Master pass it on to me?"

"Perhaps if the master were to learn this path of truth and falsehood, given his personality, he would probably become no different from the demonic path..."

The vengeful spirit's assessment is always so incisive...

Chen Huangpi wanted to refute, but he was speechless for a moment.

He said with a dark face, "Hmph, what's this about the Way of Truth and Falsehood? There's nothing worth learning. Even if I don't learn it, does that mean I can't practice making the false into the real? I still have the techniques of 'Flowers in the Mirror' and 'Moon in the Water' to learn, those are even more powerful!"

"Hey, is that Tai Sui Cult Leader in front of him? And is the one opposite him the Bai Ling Tian Cult Leader?"

"That can't be right. The relationship between the Tai Sui Cult Leader and the Bai Ling Tian Cult Leader has always seemed to be good. That person looks like he's about to fight the Tai Sui Cult Leader. I guess he's the Jie Tian Cult Leader."

"Great! I was almost forgetting about him, but he just popped up again!!!!"

Chen Huangpi grinned maliciously and clenched his fist.

The brass oil lamp asked in confusion, "Master, what are you doing? You're not going to kill the leader of the Jietian Sect, are you? Although he won't be a good person in the future, he seems to be a righteous person right now."

"Who cares? Let's beat him up first!"

Chen Huangpi said, "Why would this old bastard go running into the Chaos to intercept some damn secret of heaven? If he hadn't been running around aimlessly, would all these messy things have happened later?"

"Stop talking! Just saying that makes me furious too. Let's beat him up!"

"Wait a minute, why did the Grand Duke Jupiter and the Intercepting Heaven Sect Master stop fighting? Why are they attacking us? Aren't they a match for us?" (End of Chapter)