Qin's Moon: I'm really not the Holy Lord of the Demonic Sect

Yang Che had no idea that so many things had happened in Zilan Pavilion after he left because of him.

For the next period of time, Yang Che lived a very peaceful life. During the day, he would go out to listen to the future number one zither player in Korea play, and at night he would return to his residence to focus on cultivating the Flower Wandering Technique.

It seems that his talent is really suited to the martial arts of the Flower Sect, or perhaps it is because of the help of the Heavenly Demon Strategy. Yang Che's cultivation of Flower Wandering is very smooth. In less than two months, his true qi has become very strong, and his development of meridians is no less than that of those who have been cultivating hard for many years.

Given time, by using true qi to nourish the meridians to a certain extent, one can attempt to reverse acquired true qi, draw in the primordial qi of heaven and earth, and transform it into innate true qi.

In this world, martial arts practitioners are generally divided into several realms: Acquired, Innate, and Grandmaster. The strongest among the Grandmasters are given the title of Great Grandmaster by the world, but whether the Great Grandmaster realm actually exists is still unknown.

Among a hundred people, not even one might possess the ability to sense qi. Those without the ability to sense qi can only practice external martial arts and combat techniques, and their achievements will ultimately be limited, at most reaching the level of elite soldiers in the army.

If a person with a sense of Qi obtains suitable martial arts, they can explore their own potential and refine true Qi from their own blood and Qi. The true Qi cultivated in this way is generally called acquired true Qi, and martial artists who reach this level are called acquired martial artists.

Some people divide this realm into first-class, second-class, third-class, etc., but this is generally not recognized by the orthodox schools of thought of the Hundred Schools of Thought. Acquired is just acquired; there are no so many different levels.

In the acquired realm, cultivators can only refine their own qi and blood into true qi by exploring themselves.

For this reason, this cultivation process is extremely resource-intensive. If a child from an ordinary family were to cultivate martial arts, he might not even master the skills before he was already malnourished and depleted of both qi and blood. It wouldn't be surprising if he died suddenly.

Martial arts practitioners cultivate their own Qi and blood to achieve acquired true Qi. They then nourish and expand their meridians with this acquired true Qi. When they reach a certain level, they can communicate with the primordial Qi of heaven and earth, drawing it into their bodies and receiving innate primordial Qi to nourish themselves, thus reversing the effects of acquired Qi.

This process is even more dangerous. The primordial energy of heaven and earth is uncontrolled and its attributes are uncertain. If one encounters violent primordial energy when drawing it into the body, it can be enough to kill one's body and cause one's life to be extinguished. However, if one encounters primordial energy with gentle attributes, everything will be fine.

Among a hundred acquired martial artists, not even one might be able to reverse the acquired and transform into the innate.

Ninety-nine percent of martial arts practitioners are trapped in the acquired realm for their entire lives, while innate masters can already dominate a region.

Every innate martial artist can cultivate their own unique will while cultivating innate true qi. In Xinzheng, Zi Nu and Mo Ya are roughly at this level of innate martial artists.

Furthermore, due to their different martial arts cultivation, experiences, and temperaments, the realms they comprehend are also different. However, the realms they comprehend can merge with their own true energy, giving the innate true energy a soul. At this time, the innate true energy will exhibit special attribute changes due to its different "spirit".

Less than one-tenth of all innate martial artists are able to reach this stage.

Ji Wuye is roughly at this level.

If a martial artist who has acquired skills might be able to overcome a martial artist who has acquired skills through their extensive combat experience, then a martial artist who has acquired skills who has grasped the essence of martial arts and begun to integrate that essence with their true energy has absolutely no chance of winning.

If they can fully unite, they can transform into a grandmaster. Such people are even rarer. Even the leaders of the various schools of thought in ancient China were not necessarily grandmasters.

Of course, these are still too far away for Yang Che. Right now, he is only working hard to accumulate true qi and open up and cultivate his meridians in order to build a foundation for innate talent.

With Nongyu by his side and in the midst of his cultivation, Yang Che's vacation, promised by King Han An, was rapidly dwindling, and before he knew it, the year was drawing to a close.

As a heavy snowfall from the northwest spread from the Qin and Zhao states into the territory of the Korean state, the entire city of Xinzheng was shrouded in a thick layer of snow.

From the Zhuque Gate of the Han King's Palace southwards, along the imperial road that runs through the entire city of Xinzheng and divides it into east and west sections, servants from the Xinzheng government office had already begun clearing the snow. Then, on both sides of the imperial road, eunuchs from the Han King's Palace carrying silk and soldiers carrying ladders worked together to hang the silk on the stone pillars on both sides of the palace gate, displaying its extravagance.

On the cleared royal road, vendors set up stalls and acrobats performed. Throughout the year, the King of Han celebrated with the people, and the royal road, which was previously inaccessible to commoners, was now completely open to all Han people.

"The annual festival in Xinzheng is the most unforgettable time. Every year at the end of the year, Xinzheng is covered with a thick white coat in the snow, while the imperial road is ablaze with red, like a red line drawn in the center of a white cloak, adding a fiery festive atmosphere to this cold winter."

At the old musician's home, Nongyu recounted the New Year's sacrifice in Xinzheng to Yang Che, her expression filled with longing.

"On the Imperial Road, there will be acrobats performing, vendors selling all sorts of things—masks, slingshots, dolls, and many, many other things—and musicians playing various musical instruments..."

Nongyu continued her story, while Yang Che listened attentively.

Nongyu's voice was very pleasant to hear. Compared to the gentle yet slightly sorrowful voice in Yang Che's memory, the voice that sounded to Yang Che now was crisper and brighter, like a vibrating zither string.

Listening to such a beautiful and melodious voice, even if it is narrating the most boring thing, the listener will not feel the slightest impatience. The voice itself is the most moving thing.

Moreover, the annual festival narrated by Nongyu is itself a very interesting matter.

"Will you go to the annual memorial service, Junior Sister?" Yang Che asked.

"Yes, my sister would take us to stroll along the Imperial Road. We would take out the money we had saved. Although it wasn't much, we could still buy whatever we liked." Nongyu recalled, her eyes filled with nostalgia and reminiscence.

"Now that Nongyu is not short of money, what would you like to buy, junior sister?" Yang Che asked.

Yang Che was very curious whether Nongyu had any other hobbies besides music.

"It's a secret. Senior Brother will find out eventually." Nongyu was eager to try, but she suppressed her impulse. It was best not to say anything at this time.

If we don't say it now, the surprises in the future will be even greater.

"Is this some kind of huge secret?" Yang Che sighed helplessly. It was better not to guess what was on a young girl's mind.

"Senior brother, will you be attending the annual festival?" Nongyu pursed her lips and changed the subject.

"Of course I'll participate! How could I not participate in something so fun?" Yang Che laughed. The imperial road would be bustling with people, shoulder to shoulder, and incredibly lively. Moreover, this would be his first annual festival since arriving in this era, so there was no reason for him not to participate.

"My sister will also take us to the festival last year, and we might even run into each other then," Nongyu said expectantly.

"We'll definitely run into each other," Yang Che said with certainty.

"How can you be so sure that we'll meet? The Imperial Road will be packed with people then," Nongyu asked.

"The reason is simple. Even in a sea of ​​people, Nongyu is unique. I can find you at a glance." Yang Che's expression was serious, and his words seemed to have a different meaning.

Of course, Nongyu didn't think much of it. Her feelings for Yang Che were more like a junior sister's affection for her senior brother. In addition, she knew from their interactions that Yang Che was often unrestrained in his words and actions, so she was even less likely to misunderstand anything.

"Then I'll hide myself and see if you can still spot me from the crowd at first glance, Senior Brother." Nongyu smiled, as if a spring breeze had arrived ahead of time.