Reborn Song Qingshu: Besieging Bright Peak at the Start

The sun sank behind the cliffs, and the sky gradually darkened.

Beside the green pool, a figure dressed in a moon-white Taoist robe sat upright like a pine tree, with faint white steam rising from his body.

The mist and heat mingled together, enveloping him in a hazy glow.

The valley was silent, save for the roar of the waterfall, the babbling of the stream, and the occasional long cry of a monkey from afar.

"Let him be strong, the breeze still caresses the mountain ridge. Let him be tyrannical, the bright moon still shines on the great river. Let him be cruel, let him be wicked, I have enough true energy..."

As the Nine Yang Manual was activated, Song Qingshu felt as if an invisible hand was guiding the powerful warm current within his body, allowing it to flow slowly through his meridians.

Wherever it passes, the meridians feel as if they are being soaked in warm water, a feeling of indescribable comfort.

His cultivation went exceptionally smoothly, so smoothly that even he himself was somewhat surprised.

After a moment's thought, he understood the reason.

On the one hand, the medicinal power of that peach was extremely potent, opening up many of his meridians and acupoints, making his internal energy circulation twice as effective.

On the other hand, the Wudang Nine Yang Skill he had practiced since childhood was derived from this Nine Yang True Scripture. The two are of the same origin and are connected without any hindrance, almost a seamless transition.

In fact, when he first read the Nine Yang Manual, he found that some passages were exactly the same as the "Wudang Nine Yang Skill" he practiced, while other passages were quite ambiguous.

He naturally knew the reason for this.

The so-called "Wudang Nine Yang Skill" is derived from this Nine Yang Divine Skill.

Master Jueyuan, Zhang Sanfeng's master, unintentionally learned the complete Nine Yang Divine Skill in the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Pavilion and recited scriptures before his death.

Zhang Sanfeng, Guo Xiang, and Shaolin Zen Master Wuse happened to be present and each silently memorized a portion of it.

The three individuals had different talents and comprehension levels, and each emphasized different aspects of what they memorized. Later, they integrated these into their respective martial arts schools, which evolved into three branches: Wudang Nine Yang Skill, Emei Nine Yang Skill, and Shaolin Nine Yang Skill.

The martial arts of the three schools made great progress as a result, and for decades they stood shoulder to shoulder in the martial arts world, becoming famous throughout the land.

Why would the complete Nine Yang Manual appear in this secluded valley?

It was all a twist of fate, a meeting of circumstances.

More than ninety years ago, Xiao Xiangzi and Yin Kexi stole the Nine Yang Manual, which was written in the interline of the Lankavatara Sutra, from the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Repository. Master Jueyuan chased them all the way to the top of Mount Hua.

Seeing that they had no way to escape, the two happened to catch a glimpse of a gray ape beside them and came up with a plan—they cut open the ape's abdomen, stuffed the scriptures inside, and then sewed up the fur with needle and thread to cover up the traces.

Jueyuan, Zhang Sanfeng, Yang Guo, and others searched the two men's bodies and belongings, but could not find the scriptures. They had no choice but to let them go down the mountain.

From then on, the whereabouts of the Nine Yang Manual became a century-old unsolved mystery in the martial arts world.

Xiao Xiangzi and Yin Kexi led the ape to the Western Regions. Along the way, the two harbored their own secrets, each fearing that the other would master the martial arts in the scripture first and kill them. Under their mutual restraint, neither dared to take out the scripture from the ape's belly first.

Finally, upon reaching the Jingshen Peak of Kunlun Mountain, the two finally broke off their mask, schemed against each other, and fought to the point of mutual destruction.

Xiao Xiangzi's martial arts skills were slightly better than Yin Kexi's, but he was struck by Jueyuan's palm at the top of Mount Hua, and his internal injuries did not heal before he died.

  

Before his death, Yin Kexi encountered He Zudao by chance. Feeling uneasy about his conscience, he asked He Zudao to go to Shaolin Temple and deliver a message: "The sutra is in the monkey."

However, he was not in his right mind and his speech was slurred at the time, so He Zudao actually heard "the scriptures are in the monkey" as "the scriptures are in the oil".

He Zudao kept his promise and traveled a great distance to the Central Plains to deliver these words to Master Jueyuan.

Jueyuan was naturally puzzled, which led to a misunderstanding and a disturbance. From then on, the martial arts world had two new sects: Wudang and Emei.

As for the ape, it was exceptionally lucky to obtain the Kunlun Immortal Peach, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth. It lived for over ninety years, still leaping and bounding like the wind, and its black fur turned completely white, transforming it into a white ape.

Later, he met Zhang Wuji, who performed surgery on the white ape to cure its illness, and obtained the Nine Yang Manual from the ape's belly.

Song Qingshu couldn't help but sigh. If it weren't for someone like him who had thoroughly read the original work and was a transmigrator, no one could have guessed that this supreme internal energy cultivation method, which had driven countless martial artists to frantically pursue it for centuries, had actually been peacefully residing inside the belly of a lively ape.

With the medicinal power of the peaches as a foundation, coupled with the Wudang Nine Yang Skill, Song Qingshu completed the first volume of the scripture in just three days.

When he succeeded, he felt his internal energy flowing freely throughout his body, and his movements were exceptionally light and agile. In addition, after being tempered by the peaches of immortality, he felt as light as a swallow, and his whole body was indescribably energetic.

He was overjoyed and decided to strike while the iron was hot. For the next few days, he ate white fish and peaches while practicing the last three volumes of the Nine Yang Manual day and night.

It's unclear whether it's the talent boost from the fusion of two souls after rebirth, or whether this body's original martial arts aptitude far surpassed that of ordinary people.

While others might find the Nine Yang Manual, a peerless martial art, obscure and difficult to master, he found it clear, simple, and easy to understand.

He could understand and master those methods of circulating qi and the pathways of meridians almost immediately after reading them and practicing them without any hindrance.

With the aid of rare and precious materials such as white fish to boost energy and peaches to temper the body, the progress of cultivation was incredibly rapid.

He mastered all four volumes of the Nine Yang Manual in just twenty-eight days, a manual that others might struggle to learn even after years of arduous practice.

After Song Qingshu succeeded, he stood up and stood with his hands behind his back by the green pool, feeling the surging internal energy within him. He couldn't help but feel a little smug.

However, he quickly suppressed his smugness. Compared to Zhang Wuji, he was no match for him.

In the original novel, Zhang Wuji mastered all seven levels of the Qiankun Great Shift technique in just one day.

It should be noted that even the creator of the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth probably couldn't master the seventh level of that technique.

According to the original work, the founder's internal strength was only enough to support him in creating the sixth level. The seventh level was something he forcibly deduced based on his own understanding, and there were quite a few errors and omissions in it.

As a result, when Zhang Wuji reached the seventh level of cultivation, he skipped over the incomprehensible sentences and mastered them.

It takes others more than ten years to cultivate even one level, but Zhang Wuji cultivates seven levels in a single day. Who can he complain to?

Compared to this chosen one, my own mastery of the Nine Yang Divine Skill in twenty-eight days is nothing special.

Having mastered the Nine Yang Divine Skill, Song Qingshu carefully sensed the changes within himself.

His physique appeared as usual, without any bulging muscles, but under the combined effects of the Peach Body Tempering and the Nine Yang Divine Skill, this seemingly weak scholar's body was actually harder than refined steel, and ordinary swords and knives might not be able to harm him in the slightest.

Her skin, which was already as delicate as a young girl's, was now even more radiant, fair, and smooth as jade.

When one's Qi and blood are abundant, one's eyes are clear and bright, with a restrained inner radiance.

When still, his breathing is long and steady, returning to its original simplicity. Unless one is a fellow master of internal martial arts deliberately probing, it is impossible for others to perceive the depth of his cultivation.

As for internal energy, it is inexhaustible and cyclical, seemingly without ever running dry.

With his current endurance, even if he fights for several days and nights, his internal energy would probably still be full and abundant.

Judging solely from his internal strength cultivation, there are probably few people in the martial arts world today who would dare to say they can definitely defeat him.

He exhaled a breath of stale air, stretched his muscles and bones, and felt an indescribable sense of clarity and comfort throughout his body, putting him in a great mood.

It's time to leave.

He looked around at the idyllic valley, his gaze lingering for a moment between the emerald pool and the waterfall.

During his final days of cultivation, he discovered that the white fish and peaches were no longer providing much benefit to his power. This was probably what was known as "drug resistance"—his body had become extremely accustomed to these two rare and precious herbs, and eating them would only satisfy his appetite.

Since the gains had been exhausted, he was not upset.

The gains from this trip far exceeded his expectations. He knew better than anyone else the importance of being content and the adage that one should not bite off more than one can chew. Having lived two lives, he understood this principle better than anyone else.

Without lingering any longer, I bent down and crawled through the narrow stone cave I had entered through, then climbed out along the passage.

It's truly amazing.

The valley is spring-like all year round, with lush vegetation, like a fairyland.

The moment he peeked out from the other end of the cave, he was met with a biting, knife-like wind from the depths of the Kunlun Mountains, and before him lay once again snow-covered cliffs and a sea of ​​clouds.

However, this bit of cold is nothing to him now.

With the Nine Yang Divine Skill mastered, immunity to heat and cold is a basic requirement—one can wear only a single layer of clothing in the dead of winter without feeling cold, and stand under the scorching sun in the sweltering summer without feeling hot, as a warm and moist aura forms around the body, isolating it from the cold and heat of the outside world.

Song Qingshu stood on the platform halfway up the mountain and looked back at the narrow stone cave that could only be passed by one person at a time.

He hesitated for a moment, then channeled his inner energy into his palm, shaking down the rubble around the cave entrance. The rubble collapsed with a roar, completely burying the cave entrance.

In this way, unless someone knows that there is a hidden paradise here and deliberately digs into it, no one will be able to find this emerald valley.

Let this paradise remain quietly here.

After doing all this, he grabbed the hemp rope that had been hanging down that day, gathered his energy, and leaped up, using the Wudang Ladder Cloud Leap technique. With a few light taps on the cliff face, he floated up to the top of the cliff.

The moment he leaped onto the cliff, a famous scene from a martial arts drama, where someone uses their left foot to step on their right foot, suddenly flashed through his mind, and he couldn't help but chuckle—in the end, he still didn't dare to try it.

He untied the rope from the ancient pine tree and carefully put it away.

Looking back down the cliff, the sea of ​​clouds still surged like waves, its depths unfathomable.

Who could have imagined that beneath this bottomless abyss lay such a secluded paradise, and such a tremendous opportunity that the entire martial arts world had been searching for for over a hundred years?

Once everything was in order, Song Qingshu composed himself, turned his gaze toward Zhu Wu Lianhuan Manor, and his eyes flickered slightly.

His primary objective in traveling to Kunlun was to obtain the Nine Yang Manual.

There's a second one.

The Zhu Wu Lianhuan Manor is descended from Zhu Ziliu, a disciple of the Southern Emperor Yideng, and Wu Santong. Their family martial arts include a world-renowned and unparalleled skill—

One-Finger Divine Skill!