The Heavens Start to Reverse Fate from Martial Arts

Chapter 120: The Way to Replenish the Dao, the True Meaning of Cultivation

Wang Yi's lips curled slightly, and he looked directly into Wuyazi's eyes, his gaze solemn and serious. He ignored the terrifying aura he exuded, and said in a deep voice:
"Do you want to kill Ding Chunqiu yourself? Do you want to protect the inheritance of Xiaoyao Sect? Do you want to try to make up for the regret in your heart?"

After staring at Wuyazi who had fallen silent for a long time, he smiled, turned around and looked at Su Xinghe who was lying on the ground outside the cubicle, and said lightly:
"Whether to save him or not depends on your master's choice. I am not a good person, so I will not spend so much energy to treat him in vain. If I really have no request, you two, master and disciple, will not be able to rest assured..."

After that, he said no more, put his hands behind his back, and waited quietly. There is no free lunch in the world, and Wuyazi is not worth his efforts.

Su Xinghe stood up tremblingly, walked slowly to Wuyazi, and slammed his knees heavily to the ground, making a dull sound. Without saying a word, he folded his hands in front of his forehead, bent down and knelt silently on the ground.

Given his master's arrogant character, any further persuasion would only backfire. If he spoke harshly, it would be against the teacher's ethics. He could only express his attitude in this way.

Wuyazi restrained his aura within his body, lowered his eyes and looked at his eldest disciple who was kneeling on the ground in front of him, with a complex and unreadable look in his eyes.

He pretended to be dead and hid here for more than 30 years.

He set up the Zhenlong chess game in order to recruit a favorite successor and entrust him with the task of cleaning up the house and the responsibility of inheriting the sect. This was a helpless move made by him out of reluctance.

If possible, he would certainly like to kill the traitor Ding Chunqiu with his own hands.

But he knew exactly what kind of injuries he had. His tendons and veins were all broken, most of his bones were shattered, and his spine was full of fractures. With such horrible injuries, it was a stroke of luck that he was able to survive.

There are still regrets in his heart, and if there is a chance, he would certainly like to make up for it...but does the other party really have the ability to heal his injuries?

Wuyazi suppressed his thoughts, his expression solemn, and looking at the straight back of the man in green shirt, he said in a deep voice: "How can I trust you?"

Wang Yi turned around with a faint smile on his face and said calmly: "I can treat you first."

"Huh? Aren't you afraid that I will do the same thing again after I recover?" Wuyazi asked in surprise.

"Don't be afraid." Wang Yi smiled slightly, raised his hand and clenched his fist, squeezing the air in front of him to create a burst of sound. The terrifying fist intent penetrated his body and pressed down on Wuyazi and Su Xinghe's hearts, and a faint voice sounded:

"If you really do that, I will kill you with one punch. There are many talented people in the world, and there are two people who carry the Xiaoyao Sect's legacy. At most, you will just waste some of my time..."

Under the pressure of the terrifying fist, Su Xinghe rolled his eyes and fainted. As his consciousness sank, he had only one thought in his mind: I hope my master will stop being so petty...

Wuyazi's pupils shrank slightly, and his eyes were solemn. He still underestimated this boy's strength. This fist as vast as the starry sky gave him great pressure.

He was confident that he would not be afraid of the opponent in his prime, and he could even defeat him with his experience. But... the opponent was so young, but he had such terrifying strength... no one could tell how far he could grow in the future...

"Ahem..." Wuyazi coughed, pulled the corner of his mouth, and said helplessly: "Daoyou, what are you doing? After all, I am the head of a sect, and a strong man in the innate realm. How could I be an ungrateful person who rolls his eyes at you?"

Wang Yi put away his fist, smiled and raised his hand and said: "Don't blame me, fellow Taoist. Speaking upfront can avoid many unnecessary misunderstandings."

Wuyazi nodded in agreement, and glanced at Su Xinghe. Seeing that he was only temporarily unconscious, he felt relieved. He looked up at Wang Yi seriously and said solemnly, "If you can really make me recover, I will be the owner of Wenyuan Tower."

"Good." Wang Yi nodded, reached into his arms, took out a book from the void, handed it to Wuyazi and said, "This is the spiritual martial arts I created. You can take a look first."

Wuyazi raised his eyebrows, not believing this self-made nonsense, and reached out to take the book and looked at it.

The foundation-building chapter of spiritual martial arts has seven large characters written in iron and silver strokes, and there is a strong spirit between the lines, which is the spirit of a unique path.

I opened the cover with astonishment and read the contents intently. After just one glance, my mind was involuntarily drawn to it:

"Use the heaven and earth as a furnace, the human body as the elixir, and wisdom as the fire to smelt everything in one's body and build the foundation of spiritual martial arts...see the gods in one's body...clarify one's sincere heart..."

……

"It begins with the body, continues with the qi and blood, and ends with the spirit. In the end, the essence, qi and spirit merge into one, and then return to the innate..."

"The five stages of foundation building: strengthening the body, opening the meridians, washing the marrow, refining the organs, and concentrating the mind..."

"The Five Realms of Heaven and Man: Marrow as frost, blood as mercury, a long river of qi and blood, reborn, and a spotless body..."

……

Wuyazi flipped through the chapter on the foundation of the spiritual martial arts, his eyes gleaming with an indescribable light. As time passed, the expression on his face kept changing, sometimes showing surprise, sometimes falling into deep thought.

He spent his entire life studying various martial arts, and he was particularly familiar with the unique skills of the Xiaoyao School. His martial arts knowledge was unfathomable.

But reading this chapter on the foundation of spiritual martial arts, it was as if he had seen a new world of martial arts. Every word and every sentence seemed to contain infinite mysteries, explaining to him the mysteries of the new world.

The core of martial arts in the world today is to refine essence into qi, and refine qi into spirit. To nourish the internal force in Dantian, connect the meridians throughout the body, open up the bridge between heaven and earth, lead the power of heaven and earth into the body, purify the internal force into true qi, and then refine qi into spirit. This is the current practice method.

The core of this spiritual martial art is to return to the innate nature, which begins with the physical body, continues with Qi and blood, and ends with the spirit, and finally the essence, Qi and spirit become one.

One starts with the inner Qi, the other starts with the body, and both are essentially about cultivating the spirit, energy, and spirit. It’s just that one starts with Qi, the other starts with essence, and both ultimately return to the cultivation of the “spirit”.

Wuyazi looked thoughtful as he quietly flipped through the book in his hand, stopping from time to time to think, trying to understand the meaning of each paragraph. At the same time, he combined his own feelings to try to understand the content of the book.

……

Seeing that Wuyazi was so engrossed in watching, Wang Yi did not urge him. He turned around, put his hands behind his back, and quietly thought about his next plan.

The wisdom network of the Heavenly Book Pavilion gave him great inspiration.

Use the wisdom of all living beings to achieve your own success!
This is a great method!

It is also the true meaning of cultivation!

The wide dissemination of knowledge, everyone gets a share, everyone bursts with inspiration, can gather the wisdom of all beings, organize, summarize, and conclude, so as to use it for oneself and for all beings. In this way, the cycle continues endlessly, and one can constantly improve one's own method. This is the method of replenishing the Tao and the true meaning of practice!

The main world is too vast and too full of dangers. There are too many powerful people in the world... He dare not try such a method rashly.

But he can project the heavens, and there are many worlds where he can try out his ideas. This Tianlong world is the starting point for him to try to collect the wisdom of all living beings!

Half an hour.

Wuyazi gently closed the book in his hand, raised his head, his eyes flashing with a fiery light, and said with excitement in his tone:

"Fellow Daoist, this spiritual martial art is truly profound and can be regarded as a new path of cultivation besides the inner Qi path. However, it is probably very difficult to spread this method to the world."

"The world today is no longer the same as it was in ancient times, and is not strong enough to support the spread of this practice..."

He suspected that this method was the practice of ancient people.

There is no other reason, because the consumption of practicing this method is too huge, it is simply a bottomless pit. This method can only be popular in an environment with rich spiritual energy. According to the theory of this kid just now, only the environment in ancient times has such conditions. However, although this method consumes a lot of energy, relatively speaking, the combat power of those who practice this method is definitely far superior to that of the same level, which is indisputable.

Wang Yi turned around and looked at Wuyazi who was unable to conceal his excitement. He chuckled and said, "If this method is practiced to a high level, it can change bones and muscles, reshape meridians, repair defects, and regenerate broken limbs... With your level, it is not difficult to practice it. As long as you study it carefully, it is only a matter of time before you recover from your injuries."

"It's not difficult." Wuyazi nodded in agreement, and then said helplessly: "Although essence and qi can be converted into each other, the consumption of this spiritual martial art is like a glutton. Even if I replenish my own seventy years of Beiming true qi, it may not be able to restore the broken bones... Not to mention rebuilding the broken meridians..."

After saying this, he stared at Wang Yi without blinking. Since the other party wanted to use him for his own benefit, he must have the means to solve his current problem.

Wang Yi smiled, took out a rebirth pill from his arms, handed it to Wuyazi, and introduced it, "The rebirth pill has the effect of rebirth, and contains great spiritual energy and the essence of heaven and earth. With this pill, there is no need for you to disperse your energy and start over."

The Rebirth Pill is a pill for the Heavenly Man Realm. One pill can sustain the cultivation needs of a Heavenly Man Realm expert for three days. Twenty points of origin are needed to convert one pill. In this Tianlong world, it is already considered an elixir of immortality.

Even with his background, the medicinal power of one pill of rebirth pill is enough to sustain his cultivation for ten days.

Of course, once he enters the Heavenly Man Realm, the consumption will probably increase by more than ten times, and the demand for elixirs will increase exponentially.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but think of my own embarrassing wealth:

[Tree owner: Wang Yi]

[Cultivation: Concentration (two stars)]

[Nine Realms of the Soul: Perfection of the Heart]

[Talent: Sincerity and spiritual perception, sense danger and avoid it]

[Taoism: Great Dream God (one star)]

[Void Dao Body: 0.1%]

[Magic power: hiding, hiding fate, hiding the secrets of heaven. (One star)]

[Boxing: Starry Sky Seal]

[Kung Fu: The Beginning of Spiritual Martial Arts - Source Power]

[Origin: 1072 points]

[Yan Dao Hall: can perform various wonderful methods (one star)]

[Origin Conversion: Can transform all things in the world (one star)]

[True Spirit Projection: Can enter the heavens and myriad worlds (one star)]

[Nine Palaces of Nothingness: The Palace of Enlightenment has been opened]

Wang Yi looked at the void panel, a speechless look flashed in the depths of his eyes.

Yes, there are only 1072 origin points left...

Originally, there were 17425 points of origin left, which allowed Ye Lang to test the Treasure Pavilion. He spent points of origin to buy the Xuan Ring and five Heavenly Realm elixirs.

Li Qiang spent 10,000 points of essence to obtain the Jade Bone Golden Body Technique.

The projection of the true spirit cost one thousand points, slowing down the time of the main world cost five thousand points, plus some miscellaneous expenses, only this much is left.

You have to know that when he left Huang Feihong's world, he had nearly 120,000 yuan in his pocket, but in the blink of an eye, this was all he had left...

Wuyazi reached out to take the pill and looked at it with curiosity.

The pill was crystal clear, snow-white, and radiated a white glow, like a jade-white glass bead. A faint medicinal fragrance wafted out, making people feel refreshed and relaxed.

Wuyazi's eyes lit up, and he used his divine sense to sense it carefully. The next moment, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Such a rich spiritual energy of heaven and earth. From my divine sense, it is several times stronger than the true energy of this old man in the past seventy years. It's hard to imagine how such a pill was refined?"

In his divine perception, this Rebirth Pill did not seem like an elixir, but rather a mass of condensed spiritual energy from heaven and earth, so pure that it did not require divine cleansing and could be directly absorbed and refined.

"I can now be sure that you, like my master, have inherited the legacy of an ancient powerful being."

Wuyazi showed envy on his face, thinking of the Immortal Changchun Valley that his master had mentioned. It was from there that he obtained the ancient inheritance and founded the Xiaoyao Sect.

"Oh? Your master?" Wang Yi looked surprised.

Wuyazi looked at the pills and books in his hands, his eyes flashing with reminiscence, and whispered: "That was an era when martial arts flourished. My master Xiaoyaozi, together with Zhao Kuangyin, Murong Longcheng, Duan Siping and other powerful people, fought together between heaven and earth."

"Their strength is unfathomable. They are powerful men who have surpassed the innate realm and can control the wind... For some unknown reason, all of these strong men suddenly disappeared, and the heyday of martial arts was interrupted."

"Now that I think about it, the sudden disappearance of these powerful people may be related to the decline of spiritual energy you mentioned..."

After he finished speaking, his expression suddenly became serious. All the problems that had puzzled him before now suddenly became clear to him.

Wang Yi suddenly became interested and asked with a smile: "Can you tell us about the deeds of these people?"

Wuyazi shook his head helplessly: "At that time, I had just been accepted by the master. How could a naive Zhizi remember these things? What I just said was deduced by me based on my vague memories and sporadic records in the sect's classics..."

Wang Yi nodded in understanding, and did not ask any further questions. He was just interested, and did not have to find out everything clearly.

However, the realm above the innate should be similar to that of the celestial beings.

The maximum lifespan of a celestial being is three hundred years...

Tsk... there are a few more variables, but these are minor problems. If someone really pops up, I can just kill him with one punch.

Seeing that Wang Yi had no intention of asking further questions, Wuyazi directly asked, "Daoyou, I need to be in seclusion for a while. Can you please take my disciple down to rest and look after me?"

After being trapped in a corner for thirty years, now that there is hope for recovery, people are naturally very impatient.

Wang Yi nodded slightly, leaned over and grabbed Su Xinghe by the back of the collar, then turned around and walked out of the cubicle with him in his hand.

He came to the outermost room, threw Su Xinghe on the wooden bed, walked slowly to the tree outside the house, sat cross-legged in front of the chessboard, closed his eyes, and meditated quietly.

(End of this chapter)