Under One Person: Sincerity Moves the Gods

Chapter 97 Three Corpses United

The backyard of Tongfu Inn.

Li Cunzhen sat cross-legged in meditation, his eyes slightly closed.

Just now, at the moment the inner demon illusion collapsed, he felt something inside his body shatter.

It is not a physical entity.

It was the mental constraint that had been preventing him from breaking through.

His breathing was long and even.

Within the meridians, the body's vital energy begins to circulate on its own.

It was as if a river channel that had been blocked for a long time had suddenly been opened up by a flood and was rushing forward.

Just now, after the inner demons dissipated, the Samadhi True Fire and the Reverse Life Triple Technique started operating on their own.

They've all reached a point where a breakthrough could be made at any moment.

However, the two require different pathways for circulating qi, so they need to be prioritized.

Li Cunzhen decided to break through the third level of reverse rebirth first.

With a thought in his mind.

The next moment, his ten fingers began to vaporize, his flesh and blood turning into pure white vapor, which surged and then condensed into a texture like white jade.

Then the arms.

From fingertips to wrists, from wrists to elbows, from elbows to shoulders.

The white mist spread like a tide, and wherever it passed, flesh and blood turned into nothingness, then quickly solidified.

Then, the same process is repeated, starting from the toes and moving upwards.

Li Cunzhen felt his body becoming lighter; all the things that had once bound him vanished along with the collapse of his inner demons.

The white mist continued to spread.

Thoracic cavity.

Abdominal cavity.

skeleton.

The five internal organs and six bowels.

Outside, Zhang Zhiwei and the others' pupils suddenly contracted.

They could clearly see Li Cunzhen's internal organs, including his heart beating, his lungs opening and closing, his liver filtering blood, and his kidneys generating essence.

Zhang Zhiwei raised an eyebrow.

An interesting exercise.

Bai Xun stood to the side, her eyes also filled with amazement.

The body constantly switched between white mist and solid form, becoming purer and more transparent with each transition.

Like steel that has been repeatedly tempered by fire, impurities are removed, leaving only the most essential part.

The air in the courtyard began to vibrate.

Finally, the white mist and the physical entity switch one last time.

Li Cunzhen opened his eyes.

"This is the seventh stage of reverse rebirth—"

He muttered to himself, his voice calm.

The so-called transcendence of life and death to surpass heaven and earth does not mean true immortality, but rather that the ability to gather and disperse at will.

The physical body can vaporize, and after vaporization, it can solidify again.

From now on, as long as his primordial spirit remains intact and his true energy does not deplete, except for the damage to his three cores, he will not die.

The so-called regeneration of severed limbs, or resurrection after being cut in half at the waist.

These supernatural abilities, which are considered divine by ordinary people, are now easily achievable for Li Cunzhen.

At this time.

Li Cunzhen stood up and walked to Zhang Zhiwei.

"Congratulations, Lao Li, what's this all about...?"

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Zhang Zhiwei looked him up and down, his eyes filled with curiosity.

Li Cunzhen did not answer, but instead raised his right arm and offered it to Zhang Zhiwei.

"Chop it down."

Zhang Zhiwei was taken aback.

"What?"

"They cut off my right arm."

Zhang Zhiwei glanced at him, confirming that Li Cunzhen was serious.

Without further ado, he raised his hand, forming a knife shape with his fingers. A faint golden light emanated from his fingertips, condensing without emitting any glint, like an invisible blade.

Start.

The knife fell.

Li Cunzhen's right arm was severed at the shoulder and fell to the ground with a dull thud.

However, no blood gushed from the cut; only a wisp of white steam escaped.

White vapor surged out from the broken edge, like a cloud of mist, churning and condensing in the air.

In just two or three breaths, a new arm grew from the severed wound.

It is perfectly intact.

Li Cunzhen flexed his fingers and looked down at the severed arm on the ground.

The severed arm lay on the ground, slowly turning into white vapor and dissipating into the air.

He smiled gently.

"Not bad, your speed is even faster than that of Uncle-Master Si Chong."

Zhang Zhiwei opened his droopy eyes.

He had seen the Reverse Rebirth Triple Technique and had also heard that when practiced to a high level, this technique could vaporize the physical body and regenerate severed limbs.

But this is the first time I've seen it with my own eyes.

"Your recovery ability... if we were to fight again, I'm not so sure I could win."

Zhang Zhiwei grinned.

Li Cunzhen nodded without replying, but instead raised his right hand, palm up, and sat down cross-legged again.

Samadhi Fire

He wanted to test whether this supernatural power, which had never been able to be ignited, could be successfully activated now.

He first sank into his lower dantian.

Within the Qi Sea, the primordial essence is like a bottomless ocean.

With a thought, a bright flame rose from the seabed, warm and steady.

The fire that had been lit among the people was now burning.

In the middle dantian (CV17), true qi gathers and flows like a great river.

He activated his inner energy, allowing it to swirl and condense in his chest. A soft flame ignited in his middle dantian, like the setting sun reflected on the water.

Zhongmei Chen Huo, rise.

This is where the spirit resides, and also the most dangerous place.

He was repeatedly thwarted here, unable to ignite the spark.

But now, things are different.

Li Cunzhen's mind sank into the Niwan Palace, and in that empty space, there were no more distracting thoughts or hesitations.

The inner demons have been overcome, and the obsession has been dispelled.

His primordial spirit was like a bright moon, hanging high in the void, clear, bright, and perfect, unmoving and unshakable.

A thought struck me.

A tiny flame successfully ignited in the Niwan Palace.

The divine fire above rises.

Samadhi gathered together.

Li Cunzhen took a deep breath and ignited all three fires simultaneously.

The lower-level fire of the common people rises from the middle dantian, the middle-level fire of the ministers swirls in the chest, and the upper-level fire of the divine descends from the Niwan Palace.

The three flames met in the middle dantian.

They resemble three drops of water, naturally blending together.

The fire is the root of humanity, steady and profound, and is the fuel for the flame.

The fire element is the body of the subject, extending and spreading, which is the form of flame.

Divine fire is the soul; scorching the soul is the essence of flame.

The three fires combine into one.

A brand new flame ignited in Li Cunzhen's middle dantian.

It is not as warm as the fire of the common people, nor as gentle as the fire of the ministers, nor as weak as the fire of the gods.

It is fiery, pure, and terrifying.

Golden flames danced in his dantian, emanating a chilling aura.

The flames didn't burn flesh or clothes, but Zhang Zhiwei and Bai Xun, who were standing to the side, both felt a chill.

That was a tremor from the depths of one's soul.

Samadhi Fire

It burns the soul and spirit, and cannot be extinguished by water.

Li Cunzhen opened his eyes, and a cluster of golden flame appeared in his palm.

The flame was small, only about the size of a thumb, but it emitted a light that was too bright to look directly at.

He looked at Zhang Zhiwei, a hint of cunning hidden on his face.

"Old Zhang, give me your hand."

Zhang Zhiwei was taken aback when he heard Li Cunzhen address him. He hesitated for a moment, then extended his palm.

After all, he was also curious about what this Samadhi True Fire was.

Then, a wisp of Samadhi Fire gently landed in his palm and adhered to his skin.

There was no burning pain, no burnt smell, not even warmth, but Zhang Zhiwei's expression changed instantly.

A burning pain emanating from the depths of his soul made him involuntarily frown.

He activated the Golden Light Spell, covering his palm with golden light in an attempt to isolate the flames.

But the Samadhi Fire ignored his golden light and remained attached to his soul, burning quietly.

He took a deep breath, mobilized all the true energy in his body, and finally, in an almost brutal way, forcibly separated that flame from his soul.

Zhang Zhiwei looked down at his palm. There were no scars or burn marks on it, but his face was a little pale.

"Old Li, this thing..."

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He raised his head and looked at Li Cunzhen, a rare hint of apprehension in his eyes.

"This is such a hassle."

Li Cunzhen chuckled, nodded, and withdrew his hand.

"Ordinary water and soil cannot extinguish it; once it touches the soul, it will not be extinguished until the soul is completely burned. Unless the caster actively withdraws the spell, or the cultivation level of the person being burned far exceeds that of the caster, there is no solution."

Zhang Zhiwei was amazed.

"Alright, if I were to fight you again now, I'd lose more often than I'd win."

Li Cunzhen shook his head and did not reply.

He turned around and walked towards Bai Xun.

Bai Xun stood to the side, watching Li Cunzhen and Zhang Zhiwei's interaction with amazement in her eyes.

Li Cunzhen walked up to him and bowed with his hands clasped in greeting.

"Many thanks to Master Bai for your help. I am deeply grateful."

Bai Xun waved his hand and smiled.

"Master Li, you're too kind. Your ability to break free from your inner demons is your own skill; I merely helped you draw them out."

Li Cunzhen shook his head and didn't say anything more.

Images of the inner demons flashed through his mind: the woman with the broken leg, the boy who was beaten half to death, and the innocent girl curled up in the poisonous miasma.

In the illusion, he felt he had no other choice.

Looking back now, those problems were not unsolvable.

But in the illusion, his mind became dulled under the influence of his inner demons, and he didn't even consider the third solution.

But it was precisely this dullness that prevented him from using clever words and flattery to deceive his true feelings.

Every choice he made in the illusion was made under duress and in a desperate situation.

Those choices ultimately allowed him to see clearly what he truly wanted.

Being dull is not being stupid; it is simply letting go of scheming.

Truth is not sincerity, but one's true feelings.

Li Cunzhen read these two sentences softly, as if talking to himself, or perhaps expressing his feelings.

"If you want the golden lotus to survive in the fire... you must learn to be foolish and to be truthful."

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Bai Xun was slightly taken aback upon hearing these two sentences, and then cupped his hands in greeting.

"Master Li's comprehension is astonishing; I admire him greatly."

"It is already remarkable that you were able to break through the illusion of inner demons, but to see through the methods of the Three Demon Sect in dealing with inner demons at a glance is probably something that even the great patriarchs could not have done in their youth."

He paused, then continued.

"Congratulations, Master Li, on breaking through your bottleneck and cultivating the Reverse Life Triple and Samadhi True Fire simultaneously. There are probably not many young people, or rather, extraordinary individuals, in the world who can compare with you."

Li Cunzhen shook his head.

"You flatter me, Master Bai."

Bai Xun smiled and changed the subject.

"Master Li, we agreed before that we would help you draw out your inner demons in exchange for you letting us study your Three Corpses."

"Now that the inner demons have been overcome, I wonder—"

Li Cunzhen nodded.

"Of course, please go ahead, Master Bai."

A hint of excitement flashed in Bai Xun's eyes. He took a step forward, formed a hand seal, and prepared to activate Li Cunzhen's three corpses.

"The White Gate is long and slow."

Li Cunzhen suddenly spoke, interrupting him.

"Is there anything else, Master Li?"

"After overcoming my inner demons, I feel... I think I can control my three corpses now."

Before he could finish speaking...

Bai Xun's hand froze in mid-air.

His eyes widened, his mouth slightly open, and his expression shifted from surprise to shock, and then from shock to disbelief.

"You can... control the Three Corpses now?"

Bai Xun's voice trembled slightly.

It should be noted that the Three Demons Sect has been studying the Three Corpses for generations, yet nearly a third of the disciples in each generation still suffer from demonic possession because they cannot master the Three Corpses.

The person in front of me was self-taught.

Li Cunzhen nodded.

Bai Xun quickly reached out his hand.

"Please, Master Li, demonstrate your skills and broaden my horizons."

Li Cunzhen nodded, closed his eyes, and focused his mind on his body.

He had never tried to control the Three Corpses before, and was even unaware of their existence.

But at this moment, he could clearly sense that three forces were dormant deep within his spiritual platform.

wrong.

It's not three paths.

It is a dish.

With a thought, Li Cunzhen's three corpses manifested.

Black mist surged from his body and slowly condensed in front of him.

The first to appear was the Upper Corpse, still that tall Taoist priest, holding a whisk, with an air of otherworldly grace.

The corpse then manifested as a ruler, which the Taoist priest held in his left hand.

The lower corpse finally appeared, transforming into the character "诚" (chéng, meaning sincerity), which the Taoist priest held in his right hand.

Bai Xun frowned slightly as he watched this scene.

This is no different from the last time it appeared.

But the next moment, his pupils suddenly contracted.

The writing on the ruler began to change.

The dense, undamaged grains, like sand scattered by the wind, disappeared little by little.

Immediately afterwards, the shape of the ruler also began to change.

It was no longer that cold, hard black ruler, but slowly softened and deformed, like a lump of kneaded clay.

Finally, it transformed into a prayer mat.

The Taoist priest then placed the prayer mat on the ground and sat down.

Bai Xun's eyes widened even more.

He had lived most of his life and seen countless people manifest their three corpses, but he had never seen an object transformed from a corpse that could have its form changed.

The "corpse in the middle" represents anger, the obsession with what one cannot obtain, and something stubborn and unyielding.

It can transform, but once it transforms, it will never transform again.

While Bai Xun was still in shock, the character "诚" (cheng, meaning sincerity) that the corpse had transformed into began to change.

The character "诚" (chéng, meaning sincerity) twisted and deformed in the air, its strokes rearranged.

Sincerity has become truth.

The strokes, whether horizontal or vertical, are neat and the ink is rich and heavy.

Then, the character "真" flew out of the Taoist's hand and landed on the back of his Taoist robe, like a seal, deeply imprinted on the fabric.

The Taoist's appearance became clear at this moment.

It was a face that bore a striking resemblance to Li Cunzhen, about seven or eight parts similar.

He had delicate features, a calm expression, and gentle yet firm eyes.

What a magnificent immortal!

Bai Xun stared blankly at the scene, her lips trembling.

"The three corpses merged into one..."

His voice was very soft, as if he were talking to himself.

"It's actually... the merging of three corpses into one..."

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Zhang Zhiwei leaned against the wall, arms crossed, looked at the Taoist priest, then at Bai Xun, and asked.

"What does 'Three Corpses United' mean? It doesn't seem much different from before. Isn't it still the upper corpse holding the middle and lower corpses?"

Bai Xun shook his head, his voice a little hoarse.

"no the same."

He took a deep breath, as if to calm the shock in his heart.

"Although Master Li's three corpses were unified by the upper corpse, in my opinion, who has studied the three corpses all his life, there are still obvious differences between the three corpses."

"The upper corpse is the upper corpse, the middle corpse is the middle corpse, and the lower corpse is the lower corpse; they are just suppressed."

He pointed at the Taoist priest, his finger trembling slightly.

"But things are different now. I can feel that Master Li's three corpses have completely merged into one. It's not even that the upper corpse has swallowed the middle and lower corpses; rather, the three have completely merged and become..."

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He paused, as if wanting Zhang Zhiwei to understand the seriousness of the matter.

"To become something never seen before, not even recorded in the Ancient and Modern Records of the Three Corpses in the Three Demon Sect's heritage."