The Northern Song Dynasty returned south, seeking the truth of the Dao.

There's a folk saying: "Experts see the details, while laymen just watch the spectacle." Only now, having truly entered the stage of Qi cultivation, did Wang understand the "spectacle" in this matter.

Why is it described as "lively"? Because he hasn't even figured out the "tricks" yet. He's just like a leaf falling into the water, drifting with the current. So, after the initial excitement...

Wang Zhen finally understood his current situation, and the excitement and elation in his heart gradually faded. He got up from the bed, cupped his hands in a respectful greeting to Daoist Xuan Yangzi, and said:

"Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime. I will remember your great kindness, sir. I am willing to serve you whenever needed. If I succeed in the future, I will surely help those in need."

Wang Zhenhuan finished speaking with a flushed face, bowed once, and was about to bow a second time when Xuan Yangzi reached out and helped him up. He pulled Wang Zhenhuan to sit down on the edge of the bed and nodded with a smile.

"Very good, very good! It's enough that you have this intention. Cultivating the Tao requires cultivating the mind, only with a calm mind can one attain the Great Tao. I have only helped you plant a seed, what happens next is up to you."

The world may seem complex and ever-changing, but if one can grasp the key, one can achieve twice the result with half the effort and easily enter the field. The Ren and Du meridians have seven major acupoints and fifty-two minor acupoints. Once the major acupoints are opened, the minor acupoints will follow suit.

The day all seven major acupoints are opened will be the day you advance to the True Realm. Spiritual energy originates from the dantian and qi sea, circulating through the Ren and Du meridians. Only then can you be considered to have truly entered the path.

"I understand, sir. After entering the sect, will there be any changes in a person's body?" Wang Zhen asked curiously.

"Of course it is. After being filled with spiritual energy, physical strength and health are just the most basic things. After that, one will have clear hearing and vision. The biggest difference between people with spiritual energy and ordinary people is whether they can see at night."

Spiritual energy also enhances reaction speed and increases strength. When wielding spiritual energy, a faint red aura will appear on the body. However, ordinary people cannot see this aura; only those who have refined their qi can perceive it,” Xuan Yangzi explained.

"But why was it that before I opened my Qi Sea, when I saw you fighting with those martial artists in the forest, I could see the color of spiritual energy?" Wang Zhen asked in confusion.

"I don't know either. Perhaps you were born with unusual eyes, eyes that can see things that ordinary people can't see," Xuan Yangzi said, shaking his head.

Upon hearing Xuan Yangzi's explanation, Wang Huanzhen immediately thought of the two strange people he had encountered when he traveled south: Lady Field Mouse and the beautiful woman in the mountains.

Indeed, he was the one who encountered them all. Looking back now, it all seems rather strange. Seeing that Wang Zhen was still silent, Xuan Yangzi assumed he was worried. He reached out and patted his shoulder, offering words of comfort.

"Don't worry, you are a deity descended to earth, it's normal for you to have some unusual features. Besides, the Golden Eyes are a divine ability that every Taoist dreams of."

"Well, it's getting late. Sir, let me help you to rest. We have to travel tomorrow," Wang Zhenhuan said, looking at Xuan Yangzi with a slightly tired expression.

Xuan Yangzi nodded and waved his hand to dispel the spiritual energy barrier. Immediately, the sound of the night watchman's drum came from outside the window. It turned out that it was already the fourth watch of the night, around 1-3 AM.

Wang Huanzhen blew out the candle and listened to the gentle breeze and chirping insects outside the window. But he couldn't fall asleep at all. The thought that Yin Xinghai might return in the next day or two made his heart pound.

Although he hadn't seen Yin Xinghai for the past few days, the oppressive aura he exuded constantly reminded him. Yin Xinghai would return sooner or later; what would he do then, forcing them to hand over the true scriptures?

It's impossible to get Daoist Xuanyangzi to agree to give up the true scriptures. Another fight is inevitable, but Daoist Xuanyangzi has an eye ailment and his cultivation level is lower than Yin Laoguai's, so his chances of winning are truly slim.

This leads to one outcome: the two of them will be captured, and the sacred scriptures will be confiscated. This is the optimistic view he's taking; if a fight breaks out, Daoist Xuan Yangzi will perish…

Wang Zhenzhen dared not think any further. He turned over, his back to Xuan Yangzi. He took out the thin copy of the true scripture from his robes. He kept stroking it with his hands, pondering a way to break the deadlock.

The crux of the matter lies in this very scripture. Yin Xinghai seeks a method to break through his cultivation level within it. However, Xuan Yangzi feels that since the scripture was left behind by a disciple of the Taiqing Dao Ancestor, it cannot be shown to outsiders.

Furthermore, Xuan Yangzi had previously mentioned that the Taiqing Sect seemed to have lost its lineage, and no Daoist of the Taixuan Realm had appeared for a long time. It's likely that the scriptures of the Taixuan Realm have been lost.

He regarded this "True Scripture of Primordial Dao Qi" as the hope for the rise of the Taiqing Sect. He was even willing to sacrifice his lifespan and perform rituals beyond his level to obtain the book. This shows the importance of this scripture in his heart.

Thinking of this, Wang Zhen opened the scripture. However, the room was pitch black, and he couldn't see anything clearly. In order not to disturb Xuan Yangzi's rest, he carefully got up.

He pushed open the door and went outside, standing at the second-floor window. By the moonlight, he looked at the scripture in his hand, silently reciting each word in his mind, repeating it over and over.

He continued until he had memorized all three thousand-plus words of the scripture. He closed the scripture, checked it several times to ensure there were no errors, and then took out a fire-tamper from his pocket.

He blew on a tinderbox, placed it beneath the scripture, and set the copy ablaze. Watching the flames engulf the scripture in his hands, Wang Huanzhen remained calm and composed.

After much deliberation, this was the only way he could think of to break the deadlock. As long as this true scripture was in his mind, Old Monster Yin wouldn't dare to do anything to the two of them, in case Xuan Yangzi lost the battle.

He could also use himself to exchange for Xuan Yangzi, and then, relying on the true scriptures in his mind, engage Yin Xinghai in battle. It wouldn't be too late to wait for Xuan Yangzi to return to his sect and call for help to rescue him.

Watching the scripture burn out bit by bit, he tossed the last bit of fire into the air. Tiny sparks, like red flowers, danced wildly in the autumn wind.

He leaned against the windowsill, watching the flames gradually die out, the scriptures turning to ashes. The rising sun gradually illuminated his face. He squinted, looked eastward, and sighed deeply.

Life is but a fleeting moment between night and dawn. Thinking of the hardships and wanderings along the way, and of how Lin Qingyan and I are now separated by vast distances. Thinking of myself and Xuan Yangzi, like embers in the wind, destined to drift away, not knowing when we will be extinguished.

He couldn't help but feel a pang of emotion. He didn't regret it; regret was merely torturing his past self. He simply felt a slight sense of loss, and perhaps if he had to blame anyone, it was only that life is like the wind, and gatherings and separations are beyond one's control…