Poor Taoist Qiu Chuji

Chapter 393 Perfect Match
The battle raged fiercely in the field ahead, but Yang Jian had already escorted Qiu Chuji back to his side, leaving the battlefield to Lei Zhenzi and the others.

Clearly, Yang Jian had already made a full assessment of the outcome of the entire battle.

Then, thunder crashed down, bone spurs grew out of the twisted Arhat's back, and dark Buddhist light condensed into an upside-down black lotus, spewing out a massive amount of blood and filth that covered the sky.

The wind and thunder wings behind Lei Zhenzi vibrated, tearing open the sky obscured by blood mist, and the blazing white plasma burned honeycomb-like holes into the dark, rotten golden bodies of the three Arhats.

The sword of the Martial Star Lord drew upon the light of the Big Dipper, and the frosty sword energy severed the chains of karmic fire binding the ankle of the Giant Spirit God.

The corrupt Arhat with three heads and six arms had just formed the evil hand seal when the giant bronze axe cleaved through the scarlet robe. When the axe blade embedded itself in the spine, it exploded with seven sonic booms, and the bone fragments embedded in the clouds actually condensed into a pattern of howling demons.

The most imposing Arhat opened his mouth and spat out a large number of blood-stained prayer beads, each bead containing a roaring Yaksha.

The giant spirit's arms were bulging with muscles like mountains, and as the axe blade flipped, it stirred up a hurricane that shredded the countless demonic orbs into dust.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Lei Zhenzi swooped down, his wings unleashing cross-shaped lightning blades that completely evaporated the demonic energy attempting to reassemble.

Suddenly, the star Wuqu pointed westward, and a meteor streaked across the battlefield with a pale blue tail of flame.

A demon-slaying tower, transformed by an evil Arhat, attempted to block a meteorite, but was melted into molten iron by the starlight, and the dripping iron corroded a bottomless chasm.

The remaining twisted Arhats formed a demonic array, and a giant white bone demonic hand swept across the battlefield, reaching out to grab Qiu Chuji's location.

The wind and thunder wings whipped up a thunderous tornado, and lightning bolts, like swimming dragons, tore apart bone claws.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the Giant Spirit God threw out his bronze axe. The spinning blade tore through the air, causing a massive collapse that shoved the last two Arhats, along with the still-operating magic array, into the ground.

The Martial Star Lord's sword touched the ground, and a pillar of starlight crashed down, like a broad, sharp sword piercing the earth, delivering the final blow.

As the physical bodies and primordial spirits of these Arhats shattered, before their 'immortality' could be repaired, the bronze cauldron pressing down on the earth's veins collected this immortality.

The 'divine substance' from another realm has a natural aggregation effect, so as the amount of immortality inside the bronze cauldron increases, any scattered immortality around it will gather into the cauldron.

The bronze cauldron is now filled with a small portion of its immortality, and the alluring aura it constantly exudes is almost forming some distorted illusions.

"They all seem to have recovered quite well, and their methods have lost their evil aura!" Qiu Chuji, with his hands tucked into his sleeves, chatted with Yang Jian while memorizing the methods of these immortals and deities. If he could replicate them, he could preserve them as templates for his thought clones.

"They're all still holding their tongues!"

“If he recovers, Lei Zhenzi alone will be enough to deal with these Arhats,” Yang Jian said, shaking his head.

The Buddha said that all beings are equal, but on Mount Sumeru, there is a strict hierarchy. Arhats are only the lowest level of 'enlightened beings'. Among the Arhats, apart from those who subdue dragons and tigers, the others are not considered high in terms of strength or status on Mount Sumeru.

"The Qi of Creation can counteract the pollution of immortality because the Qi of Creation can transform into any known or even unknown energy according to needs, thus complementing the immortality from other realms and alleviating its pollution."

“But this method only treats the symptoms, not the root cause. To maintain the state, we need to continuously use the Qi of Creation.” Yang Jian said, then turned to look at Qiu Chuji. Seeing that he seemed to be deep in thought, he said, “It seems you’ve thought of that too?”

Qiu Chuji nodded: "The minimum standard for a Golden Immortal is immortality. By integrating immortality, one can borrow power to obtain immortality characteristics in advance, which is close to that of a Golden Immortal. However, after using the Qi of Creation to counteract it, this defect of needing to use the Qi of Creation for a long time to neutralize it is the defect of immortality characteristics."

"But can an immortality with flaws still represent immortality?"

This is actually a small paradox.

Without the counteracting effect of the Qi of Creation, the problem of pollution related to immortality cannot be solved.

Using the Qi of Creation to counteract it reveals a flaw in the immortality attribute. It seems that no matter what, a perfect effect cannot be achieved.

"I don't know how the Victorious Fighting Buddha managed to achieve perfect unification!" Qiu Chuji exclaimed.

Yang Jian understood Qiu Chuji's implied meaning and shook his head, saying, "It's probably impossible for you to get the flesh and blood of the Victorious Fighting Buddha as a reference."

"Back then, the Heavenly Court and Mount Ling joined forces to besiege the Victorious Fighting Buddha. Although they won, they also suffered heavy losses. Afterwards, the Heavenly Court and Mount Ling experienced two or three more internal conflicts, which led to their overall strength weakening again and again. Otherwise, your plan could not have been accomplished so easily."

"Doesn't this mean that I can just go and seize the flesh and blood?" Qiu Chuji was a little confused about what Yang Jian was trying to say.

Yang Jian sighed and said, "If the Heavenly Court and Mount Ling were still very strong, then the flesh and blood of the Victorious Fighting Buddha would have extremely high research value, and a part of it would be deliberately preserved. But now they are both very weak, and they are wary of each other, with everyone feeling insecure. If you had the flesh and blood of the Victorious Fighting Buddha, would you eat and digest it immediately, or would you keep it in your hands and invite trouble?"

Qiu Chuji also realized what Yang Jian meant and understood what he was implying.

Most of the corrupted gods and Buddhas have fallen into madness and chaos, so it's impossible for them to rationally preserve any part of the Victorious Fighting Buddha's flesh and blood.

"Hmm...?" Qiu Chuji was suddenly taken aback.

He's fallen into a cognitive trap again!

"Why do I always think about using the Qi of Creation to counteract immortality, instead of using the Qi of Creation to analyze immortality and then directly using the Qi of Creation to simulate immortality?"

“If the immortality within my body is transformed from the Qi of Creation that I possess, then it is free from any contamination. Although the process is troublesome and there are many difficulties to overcome, the results and benefits are self-evident.” Qiu Chuji suddenly felt that this world itself was poisonous, always subconsciously guiding people toward immortality that was transformed by the fusion of divine substances from other realms.

This is the only answer.

Once his mental block was broken, Qiu Chuji looked at those immortal beings with no longer any greed in his eyes.

Of course, these collected immortalities are not entirely useless.

Qiu Chuji could also use them for research and to trade with other immortals and deities.

"Brother Yang! I need to go into seclusion for a while. Will you protect me?" Qiu Chuji said, handing Yang Jian a gourd filled with the Qi of Creation he had extracted.

"During this time, I'd like to trouble you, Brother Yang, to help distribute the Qi of Creation. Also, please help me find out who is willing to take over the Undying Qi I have. They can trade it for spiritual roots or magic treasures," Qiu Chuji continued.

Yang Jian realized that Qiu Chuji had found a solution and quickly inquired about it.

Qiu Chuji then explained his thought process.

After listening to Qiu Chuji's story, Yang Jian also felt as if the clouds had parted and everything had become clear.

At the same time, his brows furrowed. He was not Qiu Chuji, who had the Heaven-Mending Stone in hand and whose Qi of Creation was practically inexhaustible. Yang Jian's Qi of Creation all came from his transaction with Qiu Chuji, and in the short term, it was only enough to restrain the immortality within his body. He was still far from being able to use it for cultivation.

Seeing that Yang Jian was troubled, Qiu Chuji said, "Brother Yang! We have been friends for a long time. You have helped me and protected me many times. Once I have cleared the way, why not lend you this Heaven-Mending Stone?"

If Qiu Chuji were to become a Golden Immortal, his body and primordial spirit would become a perpetually rotating self-circulating entity.

That also means that Qiu Chuji's physical body, which had been transformed by the Qi of Creation, could continuously produce the Qi of Creation.

Qiu Chuji had no shortage of the Qi of Creation.

(End of this chapter)