A master of comedy!

Chapter 183 Eighty Years of Cultivation

Kunlun Mountain, the Queen Mother of the West!
Upon hearing these six words from his master, Zhou Sheng was shocked and became even more wary of the identity and origin of "Bixia Yuanjun".

The Queen Mother of the West is known as the head of all female immortals, and Bixia Yuanjun also holds an important position among female immortals. In fact, in some folk legends, she is regarded as an incarnation of the Queen Mother of the West.

Master said that this Five-Ganoderma Clever Tongue Pill is a famous medicine of Kunlun Mountain, which shows that the earth immortal woman must have some kind of relationship with Kunlun Mountain or even the lineage of the Queen Mother of the West.

"The Ghost Festival is in ten days. You'll be almost finished with your apprenticeship, so there are some things I can tell you now."

Yu Zhensheng held the sleeping Hongxian in his arms, his gaze deep, and lowered his voice to say, "Actually, before Huang Chao, although our Yinxi lineage also had the rule that one could only graduate by performing ghost plays in the underworld, the danger was far less than it is now."

"It was more like a... trial, rather than a struggle in a desperate situation."

"Even our lineage's founder was invited by the Queen Mother of the West to perform in the Peach Garden, and he had good relationships with all sorts of immortals."

"It is said that only the most outstanding Yin-Yang performers at that time were given the Five-Zhi-Qiao-Tong Pill, which could make their singing skills improve by leaps and bounds."

"Everything changed when Huang Chao established the Great Qi. The expedition became increasingly dangerous, and the various deities gradually lost contact with each other."

"Mount Kunlun is the gateway between the human world and the heavenly realm. After Huang Chao, some people tried to ascend to the heavenly realm from there, only to find that although the sacred mountain still existed, the secret realm of Yaochi had long since disappeared without a trace."

Yu Zhensheng sighed and said, "Nowadays, all the newcomers of the Yinxi lineage have to go to the underworld. Of those who survive, only one in ten can survive, but they have no choice but to go."

Zhou Sheng asked in confusion, "Master, why do we have to go?"

He had always been puzzled about the matter of completing his apprenticeship. Was there no way to avoid it?

"because……"

Yu Zhensheng wanted to say something, but then shook his head and sighed, "You'll understand when you graduate. In short, we Yin Opera Masters have no way to escape. Once we're registered, we can only fight against ghosts and gods for our lives."

Zhou Sheng wanted to ask something more, but saw his master wave his hand somewhat listlessly.

"The past is past and there's nothing we can do about it. The important thing is how to deal with this Ghost Festival play. There are only ten days left, so hurry up and take the medicine to break through to the next level."

"At this time, the more skill you have, the more hope you have of surviving."

Hearing the worry and solemnity in his master's words, Zhou Sheng nodded silently, put aside his curiosity and exploratory spirit, and began to refine medicine according to the mica formula.

Having learned from his previous experience, he was already quite adept at it.

In less than an hour, the five-colored mica, along with many precious medicinal herbs, had been turned into powder, which was then mixed with white dew and taken.

Before long, a familiar heat surged from his dantian. This time, the medicinal power seemed even more intense than before. Even with Zhou Sheng's current physical strength, he felt as if he was about to burst.

He bent over and lay on his side on the couch like a tiger crouching and a dragon coiling, his spine hanging down like a frozen waterfall, the Jiaji point at the seventh vertebra throbbing, gradually synchronizing with the bright and dark stars of the Big Dipper.

It connects with the root of heaven and draws in the axis of earth.

Once the golden tortoise shell pattern appears on both cheeks, the tip of the tongue naturally touches the Xuan Ying acupoint, and saliva will be produced as if sweet rain is falling.

Observe the battle between dragons and tigers in silence, and secretly reverse the balance of Yin and Yang.

People say I'm a confused fool, but I'm still half asleep.

As the mental cultivation method of "Hibernating Dragon Sleeping Immortal Technique" circulated, Zhou Sheng began to enter a mysterious state that was neither fully asleep nor fully asleep.

In this state, cultivation becomes an instinct of the body; all breaths return to the mysterious aperture, and each breath is natural.

The surging medicinal power was like a wild horse that had been put on reins, no longer flowing recklessly, but rather orderly like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea. After being tempered by the Midnight Fire, it was purified and transformed into strands of pure magic power.

Dark clouds rolled in above his dantian once more. With a clap of thunder, golden rain began to fall continuously, growing more and more rapid, causing the lake of magical power to swell rapidly like a torrential downpour.

The entire process was natural and smooth, and the speed at which he circulated his Qi throughout his body, as well as his control and refinement of the medicinal power, were several times higher than before. This was still a testament to his early stage of practicing the "Hibernating Dragon Sleeping Immortal Technique," when his understanding was still shallow.

"The Wudang martial arts are indeed well-deserved of their reputation."

Yu Zhensheng, who was protecting the Dharma, clicked his tongue in amazement and couldn't help but marvel.

In just a short while, the disciple had already refined one-third of the medicinal power. This speed was much faster than the "Lan Caihe Twelve Guiding Postures".

Moreover, through the faint glow emanating from his body, it is not difficult to see that even the quality of the magic power he has cultivated has improved a lot, becoming more refined and possessing a continuous vitality.

Time passed slowly, about half an hour later.

The room was filled with the sound of snoring, so loud that even the teacups in the room trembled slightly.

At this moment, Zhou Sheng's belly was undulating with his breathing, sinking in like a whale swallowing the sea when he inhaled, and tortoise shell patterns appeared three inches below his navel.

When exhaling, the abdomen rises like a toad spitting out the moon, and the blue light of Samadhi Fire faintly rises from the lower abdomen.

The entire room was filled with the aura of Danxia, ​​as if a master was refining a furnace of Dragon and Tiger Golden Elixir.

Wudang Mountain belongs to the Quanzhen School, which follows the path of internal alchemy, using the body as a furnace and essence, qi, and spirit as medicine to refine the golden elixir and achieve immortality.

As a unique skill of Wudang Mountain, the "Sleeping Immortal Kung Fu" naturally follows this approach. Zhou Sheng uses internal alchemy techniques to refine external elixirs, which seems incongruous, but by chance, the effect is surprisingly excellent.

Not only did his magical power increase, but his own essence, qi, and spirit were also nourished.

The three flowers at the top are the medicinal leaves, and the five elements in the chest are the medicinal roots.

He was like a thriving medicinal plant, naturally exuding a faint fragrance.

When he cultivates the "Sleeping Immortal Technique of Hidden Dragon" to its peak, he will be able to gather herbs, refine golden pills, and become a "Sleeping Immortal".

A quarter of an hour later, the thunderous snoring finally subsided.

Zhou Sheng slowly opened his eyes. Even though the room was filled with smoke and mist, as if he were in the clouds, it could not obscure the two white rainbow-like divine lights.

He took a long, deep breath, like a thirsty whale awakening, taking in all the misty, rosy air, and exhaled a sharp, arrow-like blast of air that shattered a piece of celadon porcelain.

Eighty years of cultivation!
Feeling the extraordinary golden ocean within his dantian, which had almost doubled in size compared to before, Zhou Sheng could not hide his excitement.

He never expected that the improvement in his cultivation level after taking the medicine would be so astonishing, far exceeding his expectations.

He originally thought that having sixty years, or a full cycle of sixty years, would be good enough, but unexpectedly it skyrocketed to eighty years!

In addition to the larger quantity of five-colored mica this time, Master Zhang's "Hibernating Dragon Sleeping Immortal Skill" also played a significant role.

"You kid, you don't look like a novice Yin Opera master anymore. Your demeanor is almost comparable to those high-ranking Taoist masters."

Yu Zhensheng clicked his tongue in amazement. His current disciple exuded a Taoist charm in every gesture, possessed an otherworldly temperament, moved as lightly as a feather, and had flawless, white skin, untouched by any dust.

If he were to wear a Taoist robe, he would look exactly like a little Taoist master.

How could he possibly be a solitary and aloof sorcerer shrouded in yin energy?
Unexpectedly, he produced an anomaly who possessed eighty years of cultivation before even completing his apprenticeship. This was an unprecedented prodigy in the Yinxi lineage.

“Master, it’s not even dawn yet. I plan to make the most of this time and open my tongue tonight, breaking through the fourth barrier!”

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(End of this chapter)