Under One Person: From Nascent Soul to Great Sacred Body

"Sect Leader, this way please."

Upon hearing Jingming's words, Venerable Jinguang nodded and then led Jingming into a room deep within the courtyard.

There, a six-year-old child with long braids was playing.

It's less like playing and more like practicing martial arts, specifically dynamic exercises.

"This is really interesting, making an emperor cultivate."

Jingming raised an eyebrow as he looked at the young emperor exercising before him.

Then it appeared directly in front of the young emperor.

"Child, I see you have extraordinary talent; you must be a martial arts prodigy, one in a hundred years. Why don't you cultivate immortality with me?"

Jingming hovered in front of the young emperor and spoke to him with a smile.

The moment the young emperor saw Jingming appear, his eyes widened.

He saw a graceful and elegant person floating in front of him!

"An immortal? Really an immortal?"

“My master always said he would teach me how to cultivate immortality, but he ended up having me practice boxing.”

Looking at Jingming, the young emperor blinked his innocent, doe-like eyes, and then spoke directly.

"Your master is no good; he can't even do a fraction of what I'm capable of."

"Once you learn my skills, you can go anywhere, whether it's to the heavens or the earth."

Jingming smiled and said to the young emperor.

"really?"

"I want a sugar figurine, can the fairy conjure one up for me?"

Upon hearing this, the young emperor's eyes widened, and he said in a clear voice.

"Okay."

As he spoke, Jingming raised his hand and a sugar figurine skewered on a bamboo stick appeared in his hand.

By transforming Qi into form and adding some techniques of change, Jingming can create not only one sugar figurine, but even a hundred.

"Our sect leader has such methods?"

Seeing Jingming conjure up a sugar figurine and the little emperor happily playing with it, Jin Guang Shangren glanced at Wang Yaozu beside him in surprise.

"Hehehe, you actually have the guts to take the little emperor as your disciple?"

Wang Yaozu did not answer Jin Guang Shangren's question, but instead asked Jin Guang Shangren a question.

"What's wrong?"

"Isn't the emperor human? Can't he cultivate?"

"Let alone a mere emperor, I would dare to take ten or eight of them!"

Upon hearing Wang Yaozu's words, Venerable Jinguang stretched his neck and shouted.

"Aren't you afraid the Longmen Temple will get back at you?"

Wang Yaozu squinted, looking down on the stubborn Jin Guang Shangren in front of him.

"Can they get their hands on me?"

"I am a sage," said the Golden Light Master with disdain.

"what about the taste?"

Looking at the little emperor's chubby cheeks, Jingming asked with a light laugh.

"It's delicious, much better than the sugar figurines my master bought for me."

The young emperor nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"This is delicious, of course."

Hearing the young emperor's words, Jingming smiled slightly.

This is a sugar figurine formed from one's own Qi, satisfying not only the desire for food and drink, but also a deeper spiritual desire.

"After you finish eating this sugar figurine, I'll teach you how to cultivate."

Jingming continued.

"Okay."

Hearing Jingming's words, the young emperor nodded, then continued to deal with the candied hawthorn in his hand.

And so, Jingming floated in the air and waited quietly for the little emperor for three minutes.

Until the young emperor stuck out his tongue and licked his lips while looking at Jingming.

"People with diabetes shouldn't eat too much, otherwise it can damage their teeth."

"Moreover, if you learn my method, you can conjure up as many sugar figurines as you want."

Jingming patted the little emperor's head and said softly.

"Yes, I understand."

Upon hearing Jingming's words, the young emperor nodded in agreement.

"Hmm, Master Jin Guang has done a good job training him."

Jingming smiled, then waved his hand, and the little emperor floated directly in front of Jingming.

"Sit still and don't move around."

Jingming looked gently at the little emperor in front of him, who was full of curiosity, looking around and even thrashing about, and said softly.

"Oh."

The young emperor responded and then, mimicking Jingming's posture, sat solemnly in mid-air.

"She is indeed exceptionally gifted."

"Then, today I will impart to you the Great Heavenly Technique."

As he spoke, Jingming's large hand stroked the little emperor's head once again.

A glimmer of light entered the young emperor's brow as Jingming moved.

The method of calming and insight meditation!

As time went by, an image of a majestic emperor appeared in the young emperor's mind.

At the same time, everything Jingming experienced in the palace was transmitted to the young emperor's mind in the form of a dream.

The transmission of the Dharma is secondary; the most important thing is to share the experiences of the two people during this period.

After Jingming finished doing all this, his form had become extremely faint.

Under the moonlight, Jingming nodded to Wang Yaozu and the others before disappearing.

"It's still not quite there yet. [Tongyou] and [Fuqi] can't sustain the clone's long-term consumption."

Inside the Forbidden City, Jingming, in his young emperor form, sensed his returning clone and muttered something under his breath.

"Haha, you should be secretly happy. Who has a clone like this?"

The returning youth, Jingming, spoke to Jingming.

"However, to be honest, that meditation technique is truly remarkable; it was able to forcibly stabilize the minds and thoughts of those three Yang Shen True Persons."

"Otherwise, even if I used up all my Qi, I still wouldn't be able to break through the Three Powers Formation."

Then the young man Jingming sighed again.

"Thousands of years ago, during the transition from the Shang to the Zhou dynasty, the great war of the Investiture of the Gods broke out."

Jingming squinted as he lay on the bed and spoke to the young Jingming in his mind.

"I almost forgot if you hadn't mentioned it."

Upon hearing Jingming's words, the young man Jingming grinned and said.

"How could you know such subtle memories?"

Jingming shook his head slightly.

"Do you still remember how it felt before? I felt like the world was about to change."

"Take that frontier royal who died before, for example."

"I have a feeling something bad is going to happen here."

Jingming squinted and turned over on the bed.

"It's related to the dragon energy of the Qing Dynasty."

"Is this why you insisted on meeting that young emperor? Even though you sensed someone blocking your way?"

The young man, Jingming, stroked his chin and fiddled with the formation that had descended from his body.

The emperors of the Qing Dynasty were still practicing their formations.