From the Carp that Brings Children to the Celestial Officials

Chapter 387 The Dragon Girl's Promise
"My lord, Cang Yuanjiang has sent an invitation."

You Ming left a wisp of his avatar beside Yang Qinglian to guide her cultivation.

His true form appeared in the government office of Yuanling County, while Wu Mo respectfully presented him with a document.

"Cangyuan River..."

When You Ming heard this name, his heart immediately stirred.

Since the death of the River Goddess, he had no further contact with the Cangyuan River. Why would he suddenly send an invitation?

I heard that a new River God took office five years ago, but You Ming was so frightened by these high-level gods that he never bothered to get acquainted with them.

However, You Ming still picked up the invitation.

The invitation is made entirely of watermarked paper, with a faint bluish sheen on its surface.

Upon holding it, a slightly cool sensation spreads through my palm, as if I were holding a handful of river water.

He unfolded the invitation, and saw that the handwriting on it was like ripples on water, the ink seemingly not yet dry, yet carrying a sense of natural flow.

"The Cangyuan lineage, with its mighty river flowing for over ten thousand years."

"In this year of Gengchen, the Water Palace respectfully presents an elegant gathering entitled 'The River God's Literary Gathering,' where we will gather wise men to discuss the way of poetry, talk about life and death, and express the vast meaning of rivers and lakes."

"We have specially invited Mr. Si Zheng You to attend the ceremony... and we hope that his words will enrich this gathering..."

You Ming's gaze swept across the entire text, and he read it all in one go.

"It's actually a literary gathering. Our Jiang Shen is quite the refined person."

Although You Ming found it surprising, he wasn't too surprised.

Many water spirits, influenced by the beauty of mountains and rivers, have a fondness for scholars. Therefore, they often invite local scholars to their dreams before or after the provincial or prefectural examinations to participate in literary gatherings and tour underwater scenic spots.

Scholars possess a refined literary spirit. If they can write a renowned article at a literary gathering, not only will the deity who organizes the gathering spread their divine name, but they will also receive enough refined literary spirit to refine their divine body.

You Ming had heard about these things before, but since he also cultivated immortality and did not need literary talent, nor was he interested in those pretentious articles, he did not pay much attention to them.

"What is the background of our new River God?"

Looking at the invitation in front of him, You Ming could tell that it was written by Jiang Shen himself, not by a subordinate.

"I've heard she's a dragon maiden, but as for which sea she came from, I have no idea."

Wu Mo quickly replied.

The third-rank river god holds a position even higher than a true immortal, so the lower-level deities naturally have no way of knowing his specific information.

"Dragon Girl..."

Speaking of dragon maidens, more than twenty years ago, You Minghai helped a dragon maiden from the West Sea give birth, and that little white dragon is still sleeping in the cold pool at the foot of Yuanling Mountain.

Dragons spend most of their early years sleeping.

Could it be that dragon girl?
However, You Ming quickly dismissed this idea. Although the dragon girl's strength had greatly diminished at the time, she was at most at the [Dharma Aspect] level, and certainly not an immortal.

In just over twenty years, it would have been impossible for that dragon girl to advance so quickly.

"Alright, please write a reply for me. I will attend on time."

You Ming thought about it and concluded that whatever the dragon girl's plans were, she didn't seem to have any ill intentions at the moment.

I couldn't get in touch with the previous Jiang God's big shot, so I'll see if I can get in touch with this big shot.

……

Inside the main hall of the cave, the spiritual energy was so dense that it resembled morning mist.

Yang Qinglian sat cross-legged, her face flushed and her breathing rapid.

Following the incantation taught by You Ming, she diligently regulated her breathing, drawing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into her body. Having previously received You Ming's magical assistance, she didn't need to exert any effort; she only needed to follow the magical energy with her consciousness.

But now that she is practicing alone, she has truly witnessed the difficulties of cultivation.

She needs to maintain the stability of the Qi within her body at all times, and move it at a steady pace through the incredibly complex meridians. If she is not careful, she will go astray and then need to gather her Qi again.

More than an hour has passed, and she still hasn't completed a full cycle of the Heavenly Cycle.

Her spirits were growing increasingly weary and even more agitated, with thoughts of giving up creeping into her mind.

However, Yang Qinglian knew that this was a crucial moment for her to guide Qi into her body, and if she gave up now, all her cultivation efforts for the day would be in vain.

So he could only suppress his inner anxiety and continue to guide her little by little.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, her clothes were soaked with sweat, her hands were pressed tightly against her lower abdomen, and her tender shoulders trembled incessantly.

"boom."

She tried to circulate her Qi again, but the meridians in front of her were like a tangled mess, and she completely forgot which route to take.

Spiritual practice is far more complex than ordinary people imagine.

If you lack any one of the following—memory, imagination, willpower, or even physical constitution—your aptitude will drop by one level.

Yang Qinglian's willpower was barely passable, and that was only because You Ming had been able to hone it when she was young.

"Humph."

Her breath had finally gone astray, and she let out a soft groan; this training session was about to fail.

However, at this moment, an extremely pure spiritual energy transformed into a wisp of light and entered Yang Qinglian's body.

The spiritual energy flowed like a stream nourishing a stone, and with a gentle push, it stirred up the stagnant energy within her body.

The tightly closed threshold was instantly blasted open, and in that instant, the lotus bud in the dantian trembled violently, its petals finally unfurling and revealing a faint blue light.

Meanwhile, the spiritual energy from the outside world seeped into her body little by little.

After months of cultivation, she was finally able to draw spiritual energy from the outside world into her body. As long as she could consistently draw spiritual energy, she would officially step into the [Bright Qi] level.

"call."

Yang Qinglian suddenly opened her eyes, exhaled a breath of stale air, her face pale, yet she couldn't stop smiling.

"Waaaah, I did it!"

Her heart was filled with joy. According to Brother Youming, she was able to draw qi into her body in just three months, which made her a genius.

"You little brat, are you Brother You's apprentice?"

"Hmm, he looks a little clumsy."

Yang Qinglian was feeling happy when she noticed a round-headed, thin boy staring at her from a distance.

"You're the stupid one."

Yang Qinglian pouted when she heard this.

"That's hilarious! You almost failed at drawing qi into your body. If I hadn't given you a hand, you definitely wouldn't have succeeded today."

The young man chuckled and walked over to Yang Qinglian's side.

"Inducing entry into the body is the first step in cultivation. Many geniuses have failed at this stage. It's already quite impressive that I was able to succeed in three months."

Upon hearing his words, Yang Qinglian realized that she had indeed received a helping hand at the final stage of her cultivation.

However, although she was grateful to this person, she still raised her head on the surface.

(End of this chapter)