The Confucian and Taoist Sages of Mortal Cultivation

Chapter 91 Mineral Veins

Before Mo Caihuan and Mo Fengwu could react, they felt an extremely strong sense of oppression emanating from the man in black, and their expressions changed drastically, their faces turning pale with fright.

"Young Master!"

"You've finally arrived!"

After the two women saw the man in black clearly, they smiled broadly and bowed in unison.

Yang Qingyuan released his divine sense and swept it over the two women. He found that both women had reached the fifth level of Qi Refining and possessed about half a foot of righteous energy. He chuckled and said, "It's been seven years since I last saw you. You've both grown into great beauties."

"Hehe." Mo Caihuan revealed a sly smile and replied, "Young master, you have really made things difficult for us. All these years we have been dressing up as men every day, reading and reciting scriptures, which is so boring."

"You'd better make it up to us!"

Yang Qingyuan smiled and said, "No problem, you won't need to stay at Fengming Academy anymore."

"I've found you a good place to cultivate."

Upon hearing that she was finally leaving Fengming Academy, Mo Caihuan was overjoyed. She parted her lips and said, "Alright, I'll go and invite Mother and Second Aunt over."

After saying that, Mo Caihuan rushed out the door.

Yang Qingyuan then looked at the landscape painting on the desk.

The ink tones of the entire painting are perfectly balanced, with distant mountains layered upon each other hidden in the clouds and mist, rivers meandering around the rocks, and plants and trees in a vibrant manner, capturing the beauty of the mountains and rivers on the paper.

Yang Qingyuan couldn't help but nod repeatedly, praising, "The distant mountains are shrouded in mist, the nearby waters are shrouded in smoke, and every blade of grass and every tree is lifelike. With just a few strokes, the artistic conception of the landscape is depicted, making it a masterpiece."

"It seems that Feng Wu has put in a lot of hard work over the years."

Hearing such praise, Mo Fengwu's cheeks flushed, and she said softly, "Whatever Young Master asks of me, I, Fengwu, will do even if it means my own destruction."

Upon hearing this, Yang Qingyuan stepped forward, put his left arm around Mo Fengwu's slender waist, and with his right hand, he conjured a white pill out of thin air and fed it to Mo Fengwu.

"Young Master, what is this?" Mo Fengwu swallowed the pill before asking leisurely.

Yang Qingyuan explained, "This pill is called the Youth Preservation Pill, which can keep your appearance forever young."

"Consider this your reward."

"Next, I'll have to trouble you to teach me your painting skills."

Upon hearing that she could remain forever young, Mo Fengwu beamed with joy and exclaimed, "The cultivation world actually has such miraculous elixirs!"

"Young master, isn't this elixir too expensive?"

Yang Qingyuan nodded slightly and explained, "This Youth Preservation Pill is indeed made from thousand-year-old spiritual herbs, and it is quite valuable."

Mo Fengwu was stunned to hear that the elixir she had taken was made from a thousand-year-old medicinal herb. She hesitated, saying, "Young Master, this is far too precious! How can I possibly accept such a gift?"

Yang Qingyuan raised his hand and stroked Mo Fengwu's smooth cheek, chuckling softly, "Since you are my concubines, I will naturally not mistreat you."

Just then, Mo Caihuan returned, bringing in five handsome scholars disguised as men. They were none other than Mo Yuzhu, the second young lady of the Mo family, Madam Li, the second wife of the Mo family, Madam Liu, the fourth wife, Madam Yan, and Madam Wang.

Seven years have passed, and all the women have cultivated to around the fifth level of Qi Refining. Therefore, instead of aging, they have become even more radiant and beautiful.

Mo Caihuan rolled her eyes, looking mischievous, and said, "Young master, you can't be biased. You should give me one of the pills you gave to Sister Fengwu earlier."

Seeing this, Yang Qingyuan took out six youth-preserving pills and distributed them to the women.

"Young master, I've missed you so much!" The naturally unrestrained Third Madam Liu said coquettishly after taking the anti-aging pill, "I've been living like a widow for seven years."

"Young master, you can't abandon me this time."

Seeing this, Yang Qingyuan then embraced his third wife, Liu, as if he were holding her on both sides, and said, "The cultivation world of Yue Kingdom is about to be thrown into war, so I have found a safe place for you."

The women, upon hearing of the impending war, exchanged bewildered glances and exclaimed in surprise, "What?! Even immortals wage war?"

Yang Qingyuan nodded slightly and told everyone about the invasion of Yue Kingdom by the six demonic sects.

Upon hearing this, the women couldn't help but feel apprehensive.

Second Madam Li then parted her lips slightly and asked, "May I ask, young master, when shall we depart?"

Yang Qingyuan pondered for a moment and said, "It's alright. The battle line is still on the border of Yue Kingdom, and it won't affect here for the time being."

"Since we're here, let's make the best of it. I'd also like to see how well this academy has mastered the Six Arts of Confucianism, so I can study it further."

Upon hearing this, Fourth Madam Yan interjected, "Very well, my sisters and I have spent a great deal of effort over the years studying the Six Arts, which we can now pass on to the young master—"

For the next two weeks, Yang Qingyuan stayed at Fengming Academy and set up the Inverted Five Elements Array near the side room to hide his tracks. During the day, he used the "Learning" mantra to learn the Six Arts from the Mo family mother and daughter, and at night he indulged in lovemaking.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye, and Yang Qingyuan's mastery of the Six Arts improved by leaps and bounds, equivalent to seven or eight years of hard work for an ordinary person.

Fearing that someone might get there first, Yang Qingyuan had no choice but to leave seclusion. He handed the Mo Jiao over to the Mo family mother and daughter to use, instructing them to wait at the ancient tomb in Yingchoujian, Jianzhou. Meanwhile, he rode on his Crimson Fire Wheels to the spirit stone mine near Yanjiabao.

A day and a night later, at dawn, above a deep canyon over a hundred feet deep.

Yang Qingyuan, standing on his Crimson Fire Wheels, gazed into the distance at the canyon. He saw colorful spiritual light flashing from the array barriers at the bottom of the valley, and knew that the valley floor was where the spirit stone mine was located.

Immediately afterwards, he changed into the yellow silk robe of Yellow Maple Valley, stepped on the green leaf magic weapon, and flew towards the canyon.

"Who goes there?!"

Before Yang Qingyuan could get close to the canyon, four figures riding various magical artifacts appeared deep within it and came straight up to block his path.

All four were Foundation Establishment cultivators, three men and one woman. One of the men and one of the women wore yellow silk robes from the Yellow Maple Valley, the other wore a white robe from the Hidden Moon Sect, and the third wore a green robe from the Spirit Beast Mountain.

Yang Qingyuan first looked at the man and woman from Huangfeng Valley, his face showing surprise. He cupped his hands and said, "I didn't expect Senior Sister Chen Qiaoqian and Junior Brother Han Li to be here as well."

"What a coincidence."

It turns out that these two Foundation Establishment cultivators from Yellow Maple Valley were Han Li and Chen Qiaoqian.

When Chen Qiaoqian met Yang Qingyuan again, her beautiful eyes held a complex expression, and she remained silent.

"Senior Brother Yang, what brings you here?" Han Li bowed slightly and asked, "Does Senior Brother Yang know anything about the situation at Yan Family Fortress?"

Yang Qingyuan did not hide anything and explained, "Some traitors have emerged within Yan Family Fortress, colluding with the Ghost Spirit Sect to plot against the disciples of our seven major sects."

"Fortunately, Master Hongfu and my master arrived in time and joined forces with the Yan family patriarch to kill the cultivators from the Ghost Spirit Sect."

"Junior Sister Xuan'er is unharmed."

"Senior brother, I have just finished cleaning up the mess and am on my way back to the sect. I passed by this place and saw some fluctuations in the restriction, so I came to take a look."

Han Li breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing that Dong Xuan'er was alright, and said, "Good, good, good. I don't have to worry about Aunt Hong Fu's punishment anymore."

"By the way, let me introduce you, senior brother. This is the manager of the mine, Fellow Daoist Xuan Le of the Hidden Moon Sect."

The white-robed cultivator in his thirties standing to the side clasped his hands in a salute to Yang Qingyuan and said, "Back then, I accompanied my sect's senior sister Ni Chang to observe the Crimson Trial and was fortunate enough to witness Junior Brother Yang's prowess."

"When Junior Brother Yang took out more than forty spiritual herbs in one go, it startled me."

"Since Junior Brother Yang is currently free, and the mine urgently needs manpower."

"Then I, Xuan, used the orders from the seven major sects to summon my junior brothers to guard the mine."

"What does Junior Brother Yang think?"

Yang Qingyuan had always wanted to enter the mine, so he readily agreed.