I've never felt happy to become an immortal.

Chapter 11 Blood Psychic, Jiang Xia Chengzi

The division of realms of true cultivation is not complicated.

Generally speaking, there are only three realms.

The first is to refine Qi; the second is to ask for the Tao; the third is to become a land immortal.

Qi Refining is the realm of laying the foundation. The division of the Qi Refining stages among the Six Paths and Seven Sects is similar, all starting from building the foundation and ending when the Qi Sea is full.

Asking for the way is a formal quest. This realm is the longest and has been divided into many schools and variants based on the different concepts of the Six Paths and Seven Sects, each with its own strengths and weaknesses.

In his previous life, Bai Xuan used the pseudonym Bai Wuming and founded Jiange. He bypassed the Six Paths and Seven Sects. Although he never gave it a name, he actually followed the path of the Reincarnation Sword.

As the owner of the Dark Moon Realm Gate, Bai Xuan has experienced a lot of life, so he was able to establish a school, blaze a trail of swordsmanship that was unprecedented in history, gain recognition from heaven and earth, become a terrestrial immortal, and win the title of the number one swordsman in Kyushu.

In fact, it is extremely difficult to become a terrestrial immortal, just like the Confucian concept of becoming a saint.

This means that we need to break the shackles of our predecessors, stop following their paths, and choose to create our own path.

Five hundred years after the fall of the Qin Dynasty, there is no true cultivation left in the world, only Zhenwu remains.

Martial arts is also one of the Tao.

Usually martial arts can be attributed to asking the military strategists.

The art of war is sharp and invincible, treacherous and changeable, but it is also easy to fail.

Bai Xuan played with swords in his previous life, and his attainments in swordsmanship were unique and timeless.

But this was the first time he had seen a scene where a tiger spirit followed the Taoist's sword. He felt confused and even a little bewildered.

"Excuse me, are you Taoist Master Menghu?"

There was a black tiger following behind him, he was wearing a Taoist robe, and he was squatting at the entrance of the Taoist temple... There shouldn't be anything wrong.

"Oh, you know me?" Taoist Master Menghu rubbed the sword at his waist. "What do you want from me? Are you looking for me to exorcise a demon or perform a ritual?"

Bai Xuan took out the letter from his sleeve.

The latter waved his hand and the wind blew up the letter.

The Taoist opened his mouth and grinned, "So it was him... He was in trouble and asked me to help. I didn't expect that for all these years, he had been hiding in a small place like Su County, running a restaurant and living a carefree life."

Bai Xuan said, "The shopkeeper has reserved quite a bit of time. When are we leaving?"

"Let's go now. I want to try the delicious Bairixiang wine from Su County as soon as possible."

The Taoist stood up quickly, and in a flash he came to Bai Xuan's side, picked him up, and used his body skills to rush down the mountain.

The Tiger Taoist's movements were quite reckless. Although he didn't bump into anyone, an ordinary person would definitely feel uneasy if he grabbed them like this with their feet in the air.

When they reached the foot of the mountain and stopped, the Taoist put the young man down and was about to see if the young man's legs were weak, but the latter was as if nothing had happened. He walked to the reed-haired horse with an expression and easy steps and took the reins.

The Taoist narrowed his eyes slightly... Look at this kid, his heart isn't beating fast and he's not breathing hard. He hasn't even entered the realm yet, but his face looks completely unsurprised... His character is indeed top-notch, and his foundation is quite solid, but his muscles and bones haven't yet been fully formed. It seems he hasn't learned the real kung fu yet, and is preparing for 'entering the realm in one step'...

The Taoist had just taken the time to examine the young man's bones and now felt that he had a pretty good understanding of the situation. He stroked his stubbled chin and asked directly, "That old fellow, I guess he didn't teach you real kung fu, did he?"

Bai Xuan sat on the horse, leading the way, and ignored him.

The Taoist easily caught up with him just by walking. With one hand behind his back, he said in a relaxed manner, "Would you like me to teach you a trick or two?"

Bai Xuan continued to ignore it and added another whip.

The Taoist continued to chase after him: "Why, do you think I'm not as good as that old fellow? You've already laid a solid foundation, don't you want to touch a real sword and learn some sword techniques that can defeat thousands of people?"

I have plenty of ideas about swordsmanship in my head.

Bai Xuan had no intention of picking up the sword again for the time being.

But he did have something curious, which interrupted the Taoist who was chattering.

"I'm actually quite curious about something and would like to ask."

The Taoist slowed down his pace, shook his sleeves, and said in a profound voice, "Then you've finally asked the right person. I know everything about the underworld."

Bai Xuan shook his head, his eyes subtle: "Two legs chasing four legs... Are you going to shout, 'Brother, buy a cheat?'"

……

Late at night, the horses needed to rest, so the two men had to find a place to camp and rest.

Beside the fire, the Taoist looked at the dry food in his hand, then glanced at the lotus leaf chicken and tea that Bai Xuan had packed, and suddenly felt that the dried meat and wine in his hand were no longer fragrant.

He approached shamelessly: "Boy..."

Bai Xuan tore off a piece of chicken leg and handed it over, asking at the same time: "How are the realms of Zhenwu divided?"

Taoist Tiger took the chicken leg, took a bite, and then laughed: "I didn't expect that old guy didn't even tell you this. He must be afraid that you'd be too ambitious... But even if he knew, what would it matter?"

He seemed to have opened up a chatterbox, and started gesturing on the ground with the chicken bones he had just eaten as if they were branches.

"There are at least tens of millions of people in the world who practice martial arts."

"Among martial artists, only one in a hundred can enter."

"That's the first barrier, and it's the barrier that stops the most people...that's entry."

"Everyone talks about immigration, but do you know what immigration actually means? Or...what kind of changes will occur after immigration?"

Bai Xuan shook his head. He really didn’t know.

Five hundred years have passed, and it seems that the cultivation system has undergone tremendous changes... But this is normal, as history has always been in an upward spiral.

The Taoist took a sip of wine and said slowly, "After entering this realm, warriors can have their blood communicate with spirits."

"Only when the bloodline is spiritual can it connect heaven and earth, just like a river flowing into the sea."

"If you don't enter the realm, you will only use the power of Qi and blood. However, human physical strength has a limit. Sooner or later, the power of Qi and blood will be exhausted, and it will also damage your own essence."

"Blood spiritualism is different. True warriors use spiritual energy from heaven and earth." "..."

As Bai Xuan listened, he felt it sounded more and more familiar.

Isn’t this the inner and outer scenes of Taoism, and the magical powers and enlightenment of Buddhism?
In true cultivation, refining Qi is almost the same. One must first polish the foundation, and after the inner scene is rounded and perfect, one can communicate with heaven and earth and achieve communication between heaven and man.

If the Heavenly Dao is regarded as the Internet, then the Qi Refining Realm is a stand-alone player, and the Asking Dao Realm is a real online player.

It sounds like Zhenwu is just a layer of skin covering up the real cultivation.

But if it were really that simple, why would people say, "There is no true cultivation in this world anymore?"

Bloodline Psychic...

Bloodline?
and many more……

Bai Xuan suddenly remembered the streets in Yunzhou City that were filled with strange-looking people, and the various non-human races he had seen along the way.

One possibility comes to mind.

The Taoist continued, "There are many benefits to accepting the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. You will naturally understand them once you enter the realm. However, there are also limitations... Once you become a True Martial, your every move will be watched by the Heavenly Dao."

"Heaven is watching?" Bai Xuan thought that becoming a true cultivator in the past was almost the same. The most crucial step for him to become a land immortal was to establish his mind for heaven and earth. This required great deeds and achievements, just like Nuwa's sainthood relied on the merits she gained from creating human beings.

The Taoist priest had no idea that Bai Xuan had already imagined the exaggerated scene of becoming a saint while sitting still. He finished his chicken thigh, crushed the bone, and sucked the marrow. Then he continued, "The so-called being watched by heaven and earth is actually like having your name entered into the Book of the Heavenly Patching. There are both good and bad sides to it. The good side is that it's easier to become famous; the bad side is that it's too easy to become famous... As the saying goes, the first bird to stick its head out gets shot. Once your name is on the list of the Book of the Heavenly Patching, you'll have no peaceful days left!"

"What is this Book of Repairing the Sky?" Bai Xuan thought, could it be that just like the recognition of achievements by the Heavenly Dao, it will be announced to all servers?

"Hehe, you will see it later."

"What about the realm divisions after entering the country?" Bai Xuan continued to ask.

The Taoist raised a finger.

"You have to give me another chicken drumstick."

……

Su County, backyard of Jiangning Restaurant.

The shopkeeper picked up the warm wine and drank it in one gulp, but he was not in a hurry to finish it. Instead, he drank half of it and sprayed the remaining half on the sword.

He carefully sharpened the sword blade bit by bit, making sure it was sharp but not too sharp.

The door to the backyard was pushed open.

The restaurant chef came out with a butcher knife, which was dripping with blood. He chopped the knife onto the chopping board, and the whole chopping board broke into two pieces, and the blade penetrated into the stone slab.

"He worked as a vegetable vendor for three years, but turned out to be a traitor... His relative nearly died of illness, and it was the boss who paid him for the medicine on credit." The cook was indignant: "He got away with it with just one chop."

The restaurant owner handed over a bowl of wine and said calmly, "Not everyone knows how to be grateful, and not everyone is willing to repay favors... Tonight and tomorrow night, the restaurant must be closed."

The cook drank and nodded: "We need to find a new food delivery vendor."

"I don't think we'll be able to find them in the short term unless we resolve the Qi family's problems." The restaurant owner lowered his head and sharpened his sword. "I think most of our people have dispersed in the past few days."

"Yes, those who follow the wind are unreliable. We have to take the lead on our own."

"Normal, they'll help whoever wins."

The cook paused and said, "That kid Erlang..."

Manager Jiang said, "He's my apprentice, and he's incredibly lucky. If he can't defeat me, he should have known to run away... The Qi family wants this shabby restaurant of mine, so they don't want to waste their energy on a brat who hasn't practiced real kung fu. Besides, if he stays here, the chances of him getting killed are even greater."

The cook understood: "That's why no one will come to help."

"From the beginning, I never intended to ask outsiders to help with this." Shopkeeper Jiang drank calmly: "They are just a few local tyrants."

As he spoke, Shopkeeper Jiang picked up the warm wine and washed the sword with it. A layer of light grey mud fell on the yard, while the sword became even brighter and clearer under the moonlight.

Even the cook felt terrified watching it: "It's indeed a famous sword... The sword light makes my scalp tingle and my whole body cold."

"The famous sword Jiang Chengzi." Shopkeeper Jiang stroked the blade, his old eyes gleaming with brilliance, as if reminiscing about his youth. "When it's unsheathed and blood is shed, there will undoubtedly be a bloodbath in the martial arts world. Regardless of the outcome, I'm afraid I won't be able to stay in Su County any longer."

He put down his famous sword and laughed at himself: "I hope I can use it, but I also hope I can't use it."

The famous sword has an owner, the famous sword Jiang Chengzi, and the sword owner Jiang Baichuan... everyone in the world knows it.

At this time, a cool breeze blew by.

A few apricot blossoms in the yard are falling.

Petals slightly moist.

"Hiss, it's getting cold..." Shopkeeper Jiang touched his old, aching wound, his face looking a bit vicissitudes of life: "It's the apricot rain season again."

……

Yunzhou City, Heaven on Earth Inn, the upper room with the character "天" (Tianzi) in it.

Luoluo held her chin with both hands and stared out the window, when suddenly a drop of water fell on the tip of her nose.

"ah!"

"It's raining!"

The little maid hurriedly closed the window and turned around to shout, "Miss, it's raining!"

Ning Jianshuang paused, and there was a bright red mark on her fingertips, which was caused by the needle.

Holding the unfinished embroidery in her hand, she could not see the thin needle that had rolled away to who knows where after it fell.

He silently looked out the window that was exposed to wind and rain.

It was so dark in Yunzhou that you couldn't hear a pin drop.

(End of this chapter)