Eternal Immortal Dynasty: Starting as a Petty Official

The moonlight was like water, and all was quiet.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Zhao Xian carefully opened the small white porcelain bottle in front of him and poured out a round, crystal-clear, and warm-smooth pill.

Once the pill was in hand, it was rolled around a few times, and a faint herbal fragrance wafted out.

"Nourishing Essence Pill, a low-grade Yellow Rank spiritual pill, suitable for cultivators in the early Qi Refining stage. One pill costs three low-grade spirit stones!"

Zhao Xian stared at the pill in his palm, muttered to himself, and then raised his hand to put the pill into his mouth.

The elixir melted instantly upon entering the mouth, and a warm current flowed down the throat and into the abdomen.

After a few breaths, the pure and peaceful spiritual energy began to seep into the meridians.

Zhao Xian kept Chen Yuancheng's instructions firmly in mind, took a deep breath, held his breath and concentrated, and secretly circulated the power in his dantian, slowly circulating it along his meridians to absorb the spiritual energy that seeped into them.

"One lap, two laps, three laps..."

Only when the rooster crowed outside the window did Zhao Xian slowly finish his work and exhale a long breath.

Feeling the increasingly powerful magical energy within his dantian, Zhao Xian could not hide his excitement.

With the aid of a elixir tonight, my magical power circulated through my meridians thirty-six times within four hours, more than double that of last night.

If Chen Yuancheng hadn't warned that the elixir contained a small amount of toxicity and that taking one pill every three days was the safest course of action, Zhao Xian would have almost been unable to resist the urge to take another one.

"Fortunately, the elixir contains a small amount of poison, which makes the scions of powerful families hesitant; otherwise, such an elixir would never have fallen into the hands of us common folk."

"Forget it, why think about it? Three low-grade spirit stones per stone, it wasn't meant for us commoners anyway!"

Zhao Xian chuckled to himself, shook his head, lay down on his side, pulled the thin blanket tighter, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

......

The next morning, the sun rose.

After finishing his breakfast, Zhao Xian instructed his second brother Zhao Hong on archery techniques, then carried his bow and arrows and headed towards the pavilion.

Today is the day for the Taoists to practice.

According to the rules of the pavilion, participants may eat in the pavilion on the day of training.

However, the pavilion could only provide ordinary rice porridge, which was not as good as the spirit rice porridge at home, so Zhao Xian never ate at the pavilion.

However, the spiritual rice they bought in the town market is about to run out, and soon they will have no more spiritual rice to eat.

This time, however, the family did not have enough money to buy spirit rice.

While he was pondering, Zhao Xian had already arrived at the training ground on the west side of the pavilion.

The villagers from various neighborhoods had gradually gathered, and Zhao Xian quickly joined the ranks of Yangping Village.

After the troops stood at attention, Chen Yuancheng walked to the front of the formation, looked around at everyone, and his face was quite solemn.

"This morning we received an urgent report from the patrolmen: Beilin Township in the northern part of the county was attacked by a large group of bandits last night. The Liu family, a wealthy household in the township, along with more than twenty members of the family, were all killed by the bandits!"

Upon hearing this, the room fell into a deathly silence, and a chill suddenly rose.

"The county magistrate has decreed: From this day forward, each pavilion must organize its residents to patrol the pavilion area at night until the beginning of next spring!"

"Do any of you have any objections?"

Chen Yuancheng's gaze swept over the crowd, and he asked in a solemn voice.

"We will obey Lord Ting's arrangements!"

Upon hearing this, all the Daoist followers immediately shouted in unison, their voices echoing across the wilderness.

"Each village head, along with the residents of their respective village, will take turns patrolling the village at night!"

"Since the village chiefs of Fanrongli and Yangpingli are injured, I will lead the villagers of Fanrongli and Zhao Jun, the thief, will lead the villagers of Yangpingli on patrol."

"Now that there is no doubt, let's begin today's training!"

The training of Daoist practitioners consists of nothing more than fists and feet, swords, spears, and bows and arrows.

Although Zhao Xian was skilled in archery, he did not dare to slack off in the other two skills.

After a month of training, Zhao Xian has now begun to grasp the basics of both fist and foot techniques as well as swordsmanship.

Of course, compared to his own superb archery skills, it's worlds apart.

After half a day of training, the villagers flocked to the pavilions to eat, but Zhao Xian went straight to Chen Yuancheng.

"Greetings, Mr. Ting!"

Upon reaching Chen Yuancheng, Zhao Xian respectfully bowed.

"What's the matter Kuro?"

Chen Yuancheng asked with a smile, knowing that Zhao Xianruo would never come looking for him if nothing was wrong.

"Lord Bingting, you have clearly circulated your Qi according to the cultivation method, and all your magical power has been converted into fire element. However, you have repeatedly failed in your attempts to use the Spirit Eye Technique, and we do not know where the problem lies."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xian immediately voiced his doubts.

"The eyes are the foremost of the five senses and six perceptions, and the acupoints within them are intricate, making cultivation quite difficult. Jiulang, do not be impatient!"

Upon hearing that Zhao Xian had already completed the conversion of his magical power, Chen Yuancheng's eyes flashed with surprise, but he immediately offered gentle words of comfort.

"The Spiritual Eye Technique emphasizes four acupoints: Qingming, Zanzhu, Yuyao, and Sizhukong. When refining the meridians and acupoints, focus on refining and nourishing these four areas!"

After speaking, he pointed his fingers like a sword and quickly tapped Zhao Xian's brow and around his eyes several times from a distance.

Zhao Xian immediately felt a slight burning pain between his eyebrows.

"These are the four orifices of the eye."

"The human body has 365 acupoints, which correspond to the stars in the heavens."

Chen Yuancheng withdrew his finger, pondered for a moment, then rummaged in his sleeve and took out a dark wooden human figure about a foot tall.

The figure is covered with fine black meridian lines, and its body is covered with acupoints dotted with cinnabar.

Zhao Xian stared at Chen Yuancheng's sleeve, wondering how the wood carving had been placed inside.

"This is a meridian chart passed down in my family. You may borrow it for a few days to study it. Be sure to memorize the location of each acupoint."

After placing the wooden figure in Zhao Xian's arms, Chen Yuancheng turned and walked towards the pavilion.

"Thank you, Ting-kun!"

Zhao Xian, holding the wooden carving, thanked him respectfully.

......

At night, everything is silent.

Zhao Xian sat cross-legged on the bed, with the wooden carving of meridians standing in front of him.

He focused his mind into his body, repeatedly visualizing the four orifices in his eyes, as wisps of magical power flowed like gentle streams, washing over the four orifices.

I don't know how much time had passed, but suddenly an indescribable coolness and clarity welled up from the depths of my eyes!

Zhao Xian suddenly opened his eyes, and saw that his eyes were filled with a faint red spiritual light, which was quite extraordinary.

Looking around, the scene before my eyes was extremely clear, and everything within sight could be described as being incredibly detailed.

Pushing open the door, I stepped into the courtyard and gazed beyond the wall into the distance.

The once hazy Wohu Mountain now seems so close at hand.

Suddenly, a tearing pain exploded in my eyes.

Zhao Xian groaned, then closed his eyes tightly, tears streaming down his face.

The cold wind howled, tears soaked my face, and my face felt as if it were being cut by a knife.

After several breaths, the pain gradually subsided. Wiping away his tears, Zhao Xian carefully opened his eyes. Seeing things as usual, he felt relieved.

"Perhaps it's because I overused my eyes when I first mastered the Spirit Eye Technique."

After comforting himself, Zhao Xian turned back into the house, closed the door, and continued his cultivation.

As Zhao Xian entered the house, the figure behind the main room window gradually faded into darkness.

This year, bandits have been rampant and night raids have been frequent. Although there are Taoist priests patrolling Shanghuting at night, Zhao Yi still dares not sleep peacefully.

Silent all night.

The next morning, the thin fog had not yet dissipated.

Zhao Xian stepped out of the room and saw his father feeding the chickens in the henhouse.

With a slight thought, Zhao Xian quietly circulated his magical power, and in an instant, crimson spiritual light gathered at a point in his eye.