I come to see Bai Yujing today

Chapter 94: Has the Ninth Level of Divine Energy reached its peak?

In the banquet hall, the disciples of Guiyun Room toasted Liang Wenjun one after another and presented her with gifts to celebrate her birthday.

Some gifts are expensive, while some do not require a lot of money but are extremely thoughtful and full of affection.

Dr. Liang had been drinking for half an hour. His eyes were hazy from drinking, but his brows were still full of joy.

Only after the other disciples had finished toasting did Shen Haohao stand up hesitantly.

A senior brother at the side saw the hesitation in Shen Haohao's expression, and immediately understood, so he smiled and said: "Junior Sister Haohao has been in seclusion these days, and only came out yesterday. Her practice is quite hard, but she has already condensed the seventh divine essence.

For my master, the improvement of his disciples is probably the best gift."

This senior brother gave Shen Haohao some support, and the fellow brothers and sisters beside him nodded and laughed.

"Indeed, good Junior Sister is only eighteen years old, but she is already only a stone's throw away from the Unpolished Jade Realm. She can be said to have extraordinary talent. Perhaps in a few years, my Guiyun Chamber will have another Jade Que cultivator."

"That's right. It's just that the five brothers and sisters, as well as the three uncles, have already gone to various places, some guarding the border, and some have already entered the government. They are not in Xuantianjing. Otherwise, they would definitely be happy to see that the good sister has made progress in her cultivation."

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The atmosphere in the Guiyun Room was very good, and there didn't seem to be much intrigue.

Shen Haohao was grateful to all his fellow brothers and sisters, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure walking on the path in the villa outside the window.

Finally, a smile appeared on her face. She stood up and said, "I came out of retreat in a hurry and didn't have time to prepare a gift for Master... so I asked a fellow villager to draw a portrait for Master."

Fellow countryman?

Liang Wenjun didn't seem to care and smiled, "Today's reunion is the most important thing. What's the point of having a gift? If you have time, just pick a stone for me from the Huanglong River, and I'll be happy.

If you don't have time, you're busy today entertaining guests, which is also a great gift for your teacher."

Shen Haohao was grateful in her heart and felt that Guiyunshi was the best Taoist sect in the world and her master was the best master in the world.

Just at this moment, a junior sister nearby looked out the window and suddenly let out a light exclamation.

Everyone followed the gaze of this junior sister and saw the villa manager leading a young man in blue clothes walking along the villa path.

The young man had a tall and straight figure, a handsome face, clear eyes, and a bright look. He looked quite calm as he walked over.

The junior sister was suddenly surprised and said, "It was Chen Zhian who wrote the poem "Awakening a bright moon to shine on my heart full of ice and snow."

She turned her head and looked at Liang Wenjun: "Master, are you still in contact with this young painter?"

Liang Wenjun naturally knew the name Chen Zhian, but she seemed to have no contact with this young and famous painter.

As for the other disciples, they were also somewhat surprised. After being surprised, several senior sisters were quite delighted and asked the junior sister who had just spoken: "Did you see clearly, this person is Chen Zhian?"

The junior sister nodded and said, "Chen Zhian has long been famous for the poems he wrote in Yinhe Tower. My father is quite fond of poetry and has copied this poem more than ten times every day. He has also sent someone to get Chen Zhian's portrait. He is thinking of visiting him one day."

Everyone nodded.

This junior sister came from a distinguished family. Her father was the Left Councillor of the current Provincial Government, a high official title with real power. He was a person in the court who loved poetry very much and liked to make friends with literati who were good at poetry all over the world. Naturally, the portrait he found could not be wrong.

So those senior sisters became even happier.

"Chen Zhian is the court painter. He will paint for Princess Linglong during the imperial ceremony. It would be a great thing if we could get a painting from him."

Everyone spoke one after another.

A senior brother at the side suddenly said: "Young painter... This Chen Zhian is said to be from Sunan Prefecture. My dear junior sister, could it be that this Chen Zhian is your fellow countryman?"

Shen Haohao was completely confused.

When Chen Zhian came to Xuantianjing, she was already in seclusion, and even Chen Zhian's letters were handed over to her room by others.

Until she came out of seclusion yesterday, Shen Haohao only knew that Chen Zhian lived on Fusang Street, and that Chen Zhian's painting had indeed been brought into the inner court and was appreciated by the nobles in the palace.

But she just thought it was the yard rented by Chen Zhian. After all, Chen Zhian won seven hundred taels of gold in the life-and-death battle with Zhou Xiujing, so he had no shortage of silver.

However, he never thought that, apart from himself, his fellow brothers and sisters in Guiyunshi, and even his master, seemed to know the name of Chen Zhian.

"Painting for Princess Linglong?"

"Chen Zhian can also write poetry?"

Shen Haohao was a little confused and just nodded.

The smile on Liang Wenjun's face became brighter.

The senior brother who had just spoken also laughed and said, "It is said that this young painter is quite difficult to meet. His colorful paintings have been famous for some time, but apart from a few nobles in the palace, the ladies and daughters of the noble families in Xuan Tianjing have been vying for paintings, but no one has asked for a single one.

Well, you still have some dignity in front of your fellow countrymen."

Shen Haohao nodded blankly, then stood up and went out to greet Chen Zhian.

Liang Wenjun thought about it and also stood up to greet him.

The identity of a young painter is nothing, but Chen Zhian can actually write such lyrics, which deserves the respect of a Doctor Yu Feng of the Imperial College.

What's more, this person is from the same hometown as her disciple, so she can be considered to have made Shen Haohao proud.

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Let’s not talk about the things that happened at the banquet. It was nothing more than politeness between each other and painting a portrait of Liang Wenjun in front of Shen Haohao’s somewhat puzzled look.

Several senior and junior sisters also wanted to get a painting, but oil painting is very time-consuming. When they finish a painting, the sun has already set and the moon is already high in the sky, so they can no longer paint.

Chen Zhian left the table and Shen Haohao saw him off.

The night sky is like a huge piece of dark blue silk, and the bright moon hanging high in the sky is like a piece of broken jade, casting its brilliance.

The moonlight was like water, flowing quietly on the bluestone road of Xuantianjing. The water of the Huanglong River was sparkling under the moonlight, like a silver ribbon winding along, occasionally rippling.

Shen Haohao seemed a little unhappy. His eyes fell on the Huanglong River, and it was unknown what he was thinking.

Chen Zhian felt that Shen Haohao seemed a little strange, so he asked with a smile: "Miss Haohao, what's wrong?"

Shen Haohao glanced at him, then suddenly sighed and said, "Yesterday I told you that I was the person who knew you best in Xuantianjing, but today it seems that all my brothers and sisters in the sect, even my master, know your reputation, know that you painted for Princess Linglong, and know that you wrote an excellent poem, but I am the only one who doesn't know."

Chen Zhian was somewhat helpless and said, "You have been in seclusion for a long time, so it is normal that you don't know. Besides, if I write to you every day after I have achieved something, wouldn't that be showing off to you?"

Shen Haohao was still unhappy.

So Chen Zhian's eyes moved, and he suddenly leaned over and whispered to Shen Haohao: "Then I will tell you a secret that no one else knows."

Shen Haohao immediately became interested and leaned over to listen.

Chen Zhian said: "Except for your senior brothers and sisters, no one in Xuantianjing knows that I am a neighbor of the young lady of the famous Iron Arm General's Mansion."

Shen Haohao's expression froze, and she glanced at Chen Zhian with resentment. The moonlight shone on Chen Zhian's shoulders, outlining his tall figure and angular face.

A breeze blew by, bringing a hint of coolness, ruffling the branches of the willows by the river, and the slender willow branches swayed in the moonlight.

Chen Zhian was standing under the willow tree, and Shen Haohao was fascinated by him for a moment.

She thought carefully, was Chen Zhian already so handsome when she first met him?

She couldn't quite remember.

The two walked for a long time until they reached the center of West City and arrived in front of Shen Haohao's yard.

Shen Haohao wanted to invite him in for tea, but Chen Zhian looked at the sky and said, "I promised to paint a colorful picture for you..."

Shen Haohao was delighted, thinking that Chen Zhian wanted to go in and paint right away.

But Chen Zhian said, "It's too late today. I have to go back to sleep. I will come to your courtyard early tomorrow morning and draw for you."

Shen Haohao's eyes flashed and he agreed.

Chen Zhian waved goodbye to her. Shen Haohao looked at Chen Zhian's back and couldn't help stamping her feet.

She didn't even give herself the chance to invite him. This neighbor of hers was really...unromantic.

Chen Zhian did not delay and returned to the courtyard on Fusang Street.

He closed the door and took out the two knuckles first.

The two finger gloves were transparent and thinner than cicada wings. Especially when worn on the fingers, they almost blended into the skin. Even with Chen Zhian's eyesight, he could not see the finger gloves on the fingers unless he looked closely.

He tried to inject true energy into the two finger cuffs.

When the divine energy and true essence fell into it, he could sense numerous patterns in the cicada-wing finger gloves.

Just like Ye Yuezhou.

But the patterns are mostly less than Ye Yuezhou's.

"This should also be a spiritual treasure. It is much more precious than the blue treasure clothes I am wearing. Maybe this is a third-grade spiritual treasure, right?"

Chen Zhian carefully injected his true energy along the lines on the cicada-wing finger cuffs until his spiritual energy and true energy spread throughout those complex lines. The finger cuffs in his hands instantly lit up.

Chen Zhian keenly noticed that the light on the cicada-wing finger gloves was as sharp as a blade and could easily cut through fine iron!

Moreover, the light on the cicada-wing finger gloves is as real as substance and extremely hard.

Wang Fengsu's pair of sword fingers collided head-on with Chen Zhian's two thousand-forged Yangsui long sword and she was not at a disadvantage. Even when the flames on the Yangsui long sword ignited, it could not hurt her fingers at all.

"No wonder Wang Fengsuo specializes in finger techniques. With a treasure like this, plus a set of finger techniques, it is even more unexpected than practicing with a sword or a knife."

Chen Zhian couldn't help but smile. After thinking about it, he decided not to take off the cicada-wing finger gloves.

If the divine essence was not injected into it, the finger sleeve would be just like his skin and would not attract any attention.

At the critical moment, this third-grade spiritual treasure will definitely play an extremely important role.

As he thought about this, he carefully injected his spiritual energy and true essence into it, constantly memorizing and familiarizing himself with the spiritual patterns in it, so that he could control it in an instant, so that he would not have to explore the spiritual patterns in it when the battle was about to begin.

This continues until midnight.

The moon in the sky was obscured by clouds, and the picture of Jade Capital in the sky slowly unfolded in Chen Zhian's mind.

He appeared in the southern scenery and looked at the Kaiyang Palace in the distance.

But he saw that Old Huang Liang was already sitting cross-legged, with purple energy and Huangting constantly condensing on his body to help him study the skills.

When Chen Zhian stepped into Kaiyang Palace, Old Huang Liang opened his eyes and looked at him, with a look of sudden surprise in his eyes.

"Have you condensed the seventh level of divine essence?"

Chen Zhian did not hide it and nodded in agreement.

Old Huang Liang nodded slightly and said, "It seems that those who can enter this Baiyujing are not ordinary people.

When I first met you, you were still conscious of your arrival here, and you hadn't even condensed your divine essence yet. But in just a short period of time, you have condensed the seventh level of divine essence. Even though I consider myself knowledgeable, I have rarely seen your cultivation speed."

Immediately, he turned his eyes and looked at the two jade tablets beside him, on which were engraved the Twelve Layers of the Journey to the North of Badu and the White Jade Cicada Shell.

A smile appeared on his face.

There was indeed someone who inherited Huyan Guang's mysterious skills. If one day Huyan Guang met this Chang'an guest and found out that this young man from the Southern Dynasty had achieved the twelve major accomplishments of the Eight Capitals to the North and completed the White Jade Cicada Shell, I wonder what he would think.

"Senior, I have a difficulty in my practice. May I ask you for advice?" Chen Zhian bowed.

Old Huang Liang stood up, looked out of Kaiyang Palace and said, "Look, Baiyujing is almost endless, and you can't see the end at a glance. Now, in this huge Baiyujing, there are only you, me and Jiao Nu.

Being able to come here and obtain immortality is already an opportunity for you and me.

Since we have the same opportunity, why should we be so reserved? "

Chen Zhian was not polite and pointed out the difficulty.

Old Huang Liang said: "The vast majority of practitioners in the world only condense the seventh level of divine essence and refine their true essence seven times when they are at the divine essence realm. This is because the talent and bones required to condense more divine essence and refine more true essence will be greatly increased.

At the same time, many treasures and elixirs are needed as nutrients, so that the eighth and even ninth levels of divine essence can be condensed, and the eighth and ninth levels of true essence can be condensed.

This is of great benefit to practitioners. The most direct benefit is that it can greatly shorten the time it takes to condense the Jade Bones, Jade Gates, and Jade Gods."

"Unfortunately, most people in the world, even if they have treasures and elixirs, do not have such talent and aptitude. If they practice step by step to reach the Unpolished Jade Realm, they will reach it faster and more..."

Old Huang Liang paused for a moment and then chose a word: "It's also more affordable."

Chen Zhian understood and smiled, "So, if I condense eight or nine divine essences and condense my true essence eight or nine times, when I break through the Unpolished Jade Pass, I will be able to condense the Jade Bone, and even the Jade Pass and Jade God, faster?"

"That's right." Old Huang Liang said, "But the benefits are not limited to this. True essence is secondary. If you can condense nine divine essences in the divine essence realm, when you fight against others in the unpolished jade and innate realms, you will have more means and changes.

When one reaches the innate realm and masters supernatural powers, it becomes easier to control them.

Others with seven divine essences cannot release, control, or maintain divine powers as well as those who have condensed nine divine essences."

He said this and looked Chen Zhian up and down again: "If you have enough medicinal pills as a foundation, you can try to continue to condense your divine essence until the ninth level. If you only condense the seventh level of divine essence with your talent, it will bury your roots."

Chen Zhian blinked his eyes and suddenly asked, "Senior, has the ninth level of divine essence reached its peak?"

Old Huang Liang raised his eyebrows and shook his head: "If you are willing, you can continue to condense the tenth level."

"It's just that the required physique, talent, and medicinal materials are much higher and more."

(End of this chapter)