Becoming a leader of the immortal path begins with sowing the seeds of inner demons.

"The key to cultivating Qi lies in refining it."

Inside the main hall, the disciples sat on prayer cushions, and the one giving the lecture was none other than Liu Mingyuan, who had been guarding the mountain gate and registering the disciples that day.

At this moment, he was dressed in a Taoist robe, exuding an extraordinary aura, and his speech also carried a touch of the majesty of a high-ranking cultivator.

"Don't try to directly absorb the spiritual energy around you into your dantian. That won't guide you to generate a sense of energy or open up your dantian; it will only pollute your true energy."

The essence of cultivation is to refine the false into the true.

What is fake?

Things that are easily scattered, easily destroyed, and easily lost.

Heaven and earth have their lifespan, let alone the spiritual energy that depends on them for existence.

The truth that is sought is the Way.

The Dao descends from the root to the branches, and from this comes all things.

The Dao is derived from things; therefore, cultivating truth is a process of eliminating the dross and retaining the essence. By peeling away the illusions, the Great Dao will naturally appear.

But even a Golden Core cultivator cannot accomplish this.

As Liu Mingyuan spoke, he raised his hand and pointed, and the futon under the disciple's buttocks instantly turned golden.

Xu Ran was shocked and jumped up. After seeing that nothing had happened, he tentatively pressed the prayer mat again.

A familiar feel is gold!

Faced with the admiring gazes of his disciples, Liu Mingyuan shook his head and said calmly, "Turning stone into gold is merely a matter of my magical power."

A hundred years later, the magic power dissipated, but the futon was still just a futon.

This is technique, not principle.

Liu Mingyuan waved his sleeve again, and the futon returned to its original state. He said in a deep voice, "If you want to truly understand and control the Dao, you must first transform yourself to the same level as the Dao."

Otherwise, they are merely falsely called the Way, but in reality they are nothing more than magic and supernatural powers.

You must remember this.

Only by knowing what you want can you avoid making mistakes in the future.

"Practice the breathing technique properly first, then I will teach you the breathing method. Don't rush it, just make sure to refine your true energy to its purest form..."

Not far away, looking at his fellow disciples sitting on the ground listening to the lecture leisurely, Lu Ming was so envious that tears almost welled up in his eyes.

"Why are you watching them?" Chen Mo's voice rang in my ears. "Focus your attention and watch what I'm about to do."

Lu Ming sighed helplessly, picked up the heavy book in his hand, and stared intently at Chen Mo's every move.

As the only disciple selected at the highest level in this sect selection, he was personally chosen by Li Quan as a disciple.

Lu Ming, who was only at the Qi Refining stage, was fortunate enough to receive special instruction from the Nascent Soul stage senior brother when Li Quan was away on business.

But this little dish is really tough on the mouth.

"Don't get distracted this time. I'll demonstrate the Taiyin Xuanshui Scripture of the Yuhua Sect for you again."

As Chen Mo spoke, he flicked his finger lightly.

Suddenly, two lifelike water dragons, complete with scales and whiskers, flew out from the great river in front of them and fought for a dragon pearl formed from the river water.

"This is the most basic application of the Taiyin Xuanshui Scripture." As Chen Mo spoke, the dragon and the dragon pearl transformed back into river water and fell back into the water. "Remember, the focus is on Taiyin, not Xuanshui."

Taiyin represents the Dao, and Xuanshui represents the art.

Give it a try.

Lu Ming put down the book in his hand without expression.

It's not that I've learned it, it's that I'm in despair.

That's eight more words than before, so what's the difference between saying nothing at all?

And a demonstration... You call flicking your finger a demonstration?

Chen Mo noticed Lu Ming's expression and frowned, saying, "Is there something I forgot to mention?"

After saying that, he lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then his brows relaxed and he said definitively, "I have explained everything. The difficult parts of the Taiyin Xuanshui Scripture are just those few."

The rest, you can learn by reading the book.

Lu Ming silently looked up, unsure of what expression to make.

Actually, senior brother, your insults are quite indirect.

Just then, a streak of light flew down between the two of them.

Chen Mo reached out and caught it; it was a jade pendant.

Chen Mo sensed it for a moment, his expression turned solemn, and he silently disappeared into the air before Lu Ming's astonished gaze.

Lu Ming blinked. Was it over already?

He was actually quite looking forward to today, since not every Qi Refining cultivator can receive guidance from a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Even if he doesn't need it, he can use it as an opportunity to give to Zhou Jiangyuan and Feng Zai, helping them to break through quickly.

But today, Chen Mo only did three things.

Raise your hand to show off your supernatural powers, ask if you know how, then raise your hand again to show off your supernatural powers.

Throughout the entire explanation, the Taiyin Xuanshui Jing (太阴玄水经) can be summarized in no more than sixteen characters.

It seemed that if he snapped his fingers enough times, Lu Ming could use the same supernatural power as him...

Lu Ming felt increasingly helpless the more he thought about it.

It's not easy to establish a genius persona.

This cannot continue indefinitely. The only way forward is to bridge the gap between us and geniuses through hard work and dedication.

Tonight, I'll have Feng Zai and Zhou Jiangyuan each write ten reflections. Da Jin is still young, so I'll have five.

One person's strength is limited, but three and a half people can certainly achieve something.

Just as Lu Ming was pondering what words to use to deal with the host of the inner demon, Chen Mo's figure suddenly appeared before him.

"I almost forgot." Chen Mo said apologetically, handing over a jade slip and saying, "I have some things to take care of, so you can study on your own today."

If there's anything you don't understand, go to the library and look for these books.

I had read these before I reached the Golden Core stage. I believe that with your talent, you will definitely benefit from reading them.

If there's anything you don't understand, I'll explain it to you in two days.

After saying that, he disappeared again.

Holding the warm, smooth jade slip, Lu Ming felt even more confident.

The eldest brother is still reliable.

With this information, he probably wouldn't even need Feng Zai and the others; he could do it himself... What is this?

Lu Ming probed the jade slip with his divine sense and instantly froze on the spot, his eyes twitching uncontrollably.

......

"Senior brother, please register." A numb voice came from behind a mountain of books.

The book landed on the table with a solid, dull thud.

The Jade Flower Sect disciple, who was organizing the book catalog, looked up in surprise at the books taller than himself and asked, "You want them all?"

"Thank you for your help, senior brother."

Lu Ming peeked out from behind the book, his face filled with despair.

"You must be a new disciple who just joined the sect?" the senior brother asked curiously while registering the disciples. "You're the first one to borrow so many books related to cultivation right after joining the sect."

Is that all?

"And those too." Lu Ming pointed to the two small carts piled high with ancient books behind him, and looking at his dumbfounded senior brother, said weakly, "Could you please ask your senior brother if our Scripture Pavilion can help deliver these books?"

......

late at night.

The area where the disciples of the Jade Flower Sect reside.

Most of the lanterns in front of the disciples' caves were quietly extinguished until the moon was high in the sky, when only one cave remained lit.

Lu Ming's cave dwelling.

At that moment, his eyes were bloodshot as he gritted his teeth and read every line of the book.

In the Record of Inner Demons, the conjured little figure grew eight hands, rapidly recording every line of text that Lu Ming saw.

As the leader of the inner demons, Lu Ming can conjure up all the things he knows in the Inner Demon Record.

But there is one condition.

He needs to remember this first.

Even if you want Feng Zai's help, you can't just analyze things out of thin air.

At this moment, Lu Ming felt the gap between cultivators for the first time.

He rubbed his eyes, looked at the books piled up in the cave, and couldn't help but feel some respect for Chen Mo.

How did Senior Brother manage to read all of this...?

at the same time.

Chenzhou border.

Chen Mo lightly waved his sleeve, turning the attacking Yin Demon into ashes, but suddenly felt something was wrong.

Did he forget to remind his junior brother of something?

Chen Mo frowned in thought, then suddenly realized something. He casually threw a mountain at the despairing evil cultivator, and his mind returned to calm.

Master said that Junior Brother has great talent.

Surely he can find the essence of these books?