Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Cheng Mo stood in the center of the courtyard, feet apart, knees slightly bent, hands loosely clasped in front of his abdomen. Xia He stood beside him, moving in sync with his rhythm.

Pink mist emanated from the two of them and slowly spread throughout the courtyard.

Liu Hongzhong stood at the edge of the Qi mist, following Cheng Mo's movements, practicing each move one by one.

After completing a set of Eight Pieces of Brocade exercises, Liu Hongzhong felt more relaxed than ever before.

All the ailments that had plagued him for years, all the suffering that tormented him day and night, vanished at that moment.

He felt as if he were soaking in warm water, with every pore on his body relaxing.

After finishing the training session, Liu Hongxin was calm, and even her face regained some color.

Liu Wu Kui went up to him and asked, "Brother, how are you feeling?"

Liu Hongzhong bowed to Cheng Mo and Xia, saying, "Thank you, Brother Cheng and Sister Xia."

Xia He's lips twitched: "You talk just like that little Taoist priest."

Cheng Mo waved his hand: "Alright, go back and rest."

After Liu Wu Kui and his sister left, Cheng Mo and Xia He did not immediately practice their skills.

Xia He asked Cheng Mo, "Little Taoist, I feel that these newly transformed supernatural beings in the village are all a bit strange."

Cheng Mo raised an eyebrow: "Oh, you noticed?"

Xia He rolled her eyes at him: "Of course, I didn't train for nothing this year."

Cheng Mo asked, "Tell me how you feel?"

Xia He frowned: "The newly transformed superhumans look very weak, not physically weak, but more like mentally... no, it's... oh right, is it their souls? You said before that the soul is the most essential thing about a person."

Cheng Mo shook his head: "It's actually just the body."

Xia He: "Huh?"

Cheng Mo explained: "Their potential is activated ahead of time. To be more precise, it is activated by burning their life force, thereby opening up their meridians and turning ordinary people into extraordinary individuals."

Xia He thought for a moment: "If that's the case, it can actually be made up for, right? Those cultivation techniques that combine body and mind should be able to help, right?"

Cheng Mo shrugged: "Maybe."

But he guessed that wouldn't work.

According to the original story, the potential of the physical body of the superhuman transformed by Qu Tong's modified cultivation furnace was locked, and the physical body reached its ceiling, making it impossible to improve further through cultivation.

These people became Qu Tong's associates, able to arbitrarily alter her cognition and memories, and could end her life at any time.

Everything was under Qu Tong's control, and there was practically no future for them.

Cheng Mo waved his hand: "Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. I'll just practice and have some fun."

Xia He said, "Okay."

The two began practicing the Longevity Exercise, their movements slow and deliberate, their breaths rising and falling with each breath.

Pink mist emanated from the two of them simultaneously, thicker and wider than before, enveloping the entire house and open space.

Gradually, people were drawn over.

First, a young man was passing by on the village road when he saw the pink mist, stopped and looked around curiously.

Then there are two.

Then there are three.

Within ten minutes, more than a dozen people had gathered around.

"What is this?"

"It looks like a newcomer practicing their skills."

"What beautiful colors."

Some of them stood on tiptoe to look inside, some tilted their heads and listened intently, and some simply squatted down, trying to see what was inside the mist from a lower position.

More and more people gathered.

There are extraordinary people, and there are ordinary people.

Someone approached and stood outside the courtyard wall, looking inside.

After looking at it for a long time, I still couldn't figure it out.

Even extraordinary individuals cannot see through the Qi mist, and ordinary people who do see it cannot learn anything from it.

As soon as the two sides started exchanging ideas, one of the extraordinary individuals had a sudden inspiration: "This must be a very powerful technique. Let ordinary people imitate it for us."

Ordinary people, not being surrounded by the pink mist, can't even achieve a 50% similarity in form, let alone imitate the spirit of the performance; their movements are severely distorted.

The strange person next to him also sat up. The movement looked simple, but something just felt off.

Either her legs were crooked or her arms were raised too high; she just couldn't do what Cheng Mo did.

Fortunately, this thing wouldn't hurt if practiced incorrectly, so Cheng Mo let them practice it.

He also wanted to test what kind of thing these people would develop by imitating his training methods.

Ma Xianhong quickly learned of this matter.

Ma Xianhong just smiled and said, "If Brother Cheng doesn't stop us, let everyone practice. It's harmless anyway."

For several days in a row, more and more people gathered to watch Cheng Mo and his companion practice their skills. Almost everyone in Biyou Village would follow them for a practice session every day.

Naturally, some people wanted to follow Liu Hongzhong into the Qi Mist for training.

However, the person had only taken one step, and before his foot even touched the ground, he appeared at the entrance of the village.

He stood there, looked around, and after confirming that he was indeed at the village entrance, he scratched his head and went back.

This time he learned his lesson and stood outside the Qi mist, obediently imitating the movements.

Seeing this, the others knew that Cheng Mo was unwilling, so not many people continued to try.

Of course, there's no shortage of shameless people in this world.

There are always people who want to try their luck inside.

The second time, he appeared directly by the stream and gulped down several mouthfuls of cold water.

After that, even the shameless person stopped going in.

But besides being shameless, there are also those who are persistent and clingy.

A man in his early thirties was sent to the village entrance for the first time and ran back.

He returned the second time he was taken to the stream.

The third time, he was smarter. Instead of taking the main road, he went around to the back of the house, trying to climb in through the window.

He had just climbed onto the windowsill and hadn't even stepped inside when he found himself in the fields at the village entrance.

Only its head was sticking out.

He tried to shout, but no sound came out.

He wanted to move, but he couldn't.

The soil buried him completely, from his neck down, so he couldn't even move a finger.

He stayed in the field like that all night.

The next morning, an early-rising villager passed by and was startled to see a head growing out of the ground.

"Oh my god!"

The villager took two steps back, looked closely, and recognized the face: "Old Zhao? What are you doing here?"

Old Zhao opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

The villagers got closer and heard him say, "Help...help me..."

The villagers rushed to find Ma Xianhong.

Ma Xianhong arrived, squatted down to look at Lao Zhao, and sighed.

He tried to pull Old Zhao out of the ground, but he couldn't.

He then tried digging away the surrounding soil.

After digging twice, the soil filled back up on its own, even faster than the digging itself.

Ma Xianhong got up, dusted off his hands, and went to Cheng Mo's door, knocking on it.

"Brother Cheng, it's me."

The door opened.

"Hey, Old Ma, come in and have a seat."

Ma Xianhong followed Cheng Mo into the house and sat down on a chair.

Cheng Mo poured him a cup of tea.

Ma Xianhong picked up his teacup and took a sip: "Brother Cheng, that man was also eager to seek the Dao, and you've punished him for so long. Why don't we just let it go?"

Cheng Mo said slowly, "Old Ma, haven't you figured it out yet?"

Ma Xianhong asked, puzzled, "Brother Cheng, is there a deeper meaning behind your actions?"

Cheng Mo shook his head: "It's not some profound meaning, it's just the difference between people."

Ma Xianhong seemed thoughtful: "You mean, this person has a bad character?"

Cheng Mo said calmly, "Taking something without asking is stealing, forcibly taking it is robbery, and burying that thing in the ground is both stealing and robbery."

Ma Xianhong was taken aback: "It can't be that bad."

He wanted to say that he had no demands for passing on the Divine Hundred Refinements, but that sounded like he was repaying a debt of gratitude, which he was unwilling to do.

Cheng Mo knew what Ma Xianhong was thinking, and smiled: "Old Ma, let me ask you a question."

Ma Xianhong gestured, "Brother Cheng, please speak."

Cheng Mo asked, "What would you think if someone took the Divine Machine Hundred Refinements without your permission?"

Ma Xianhong frowned: "I'll be angry, but it's not a big deal. I'll just rewrite it."

Cheng Mo asked again, "What if it's a body-cultivating furnace?"

Ma Xianhong answered with absolute certainty: "No one can take the body-refining furnace without my knowledge."

Cheng Mo waved his hand: "Let's just assume, what if it exists?"

Ma Xianhong thought for a moment and said, "Then I will definitely get back to him and make him do hard labor for me for a few years."

Cheng Mo shrugged: "That's it, that's how it is."

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