The strongest warrior of the Great Qian Dynasty

Li Qingshan also had his own considerations.

Although having the Nine-Bend White Deer Ginseng in his hands could provide him with a continuous supply of various cultivation materials.

but.

The resources needed for future cultivation will be enormous, and without sufficient support to provide various financial guarantees...

It seems that Li Qingshan can only obtain sufficient resources through robbery or other means.

This was of absolutely no benefit to his spiritual practice.

Furthermore, since the Marquis of Changning's residence was able to discover the first Nine-Bend White Deer Ginseng, there's no reason why they wouldn't discover a second one.

Such power should be firmly under our control.

As for Marquis Changning, Xiao Dongshan?

Li Qingshan didn't take the other party seriously at all.

After all, Old Zhou had analyzed the true strength of this Marquis. Although he was at the early stage of Grandmaster, he had been injured several times, and his foundation was unstable. He might even be inferior to Li Qingshan now.

Therefore, Li Qingshan had no choice but to become the true master of this Marquis's mansion.

"Okay, I promise you, but before that, I can't show favoritism."

Li Qingshan smiled calmly, then picked up the Eighth Madam and slowly walked towards the bed.

The anger that hadn't been completely vented on the Seventh Madam was now to be unleashed on the Eighth Madam.

The Eighth Madam smiled slightly, completely unafraid; in fact, she couldn't be happier.

After a night, the east began to lighten.

Li Qingshan did not waste any more time. Instead, he sat cross-legged in the courtyard and began to continue practicing the Huangting Jing.

It guides the mysterious purple aura of heaven and earth that Qianqian spoke of.

However, Li Qingshan hasn't seen any purple aura yet, but he does feel much more refreshed. That's why he continues to persevere.

Meanwhile, the Eighth Madam, whose face was flushed after a night of torment, rose slightly and said.

"Qingshan, your method of cultivation is rather unique, bearing a strange resemblance to the Landala Temple in the Western Lands."

As Shen Siqi spoke, she stretched her muscles, and in an instant, her graceful figure was on full display.

Lantara Temple?

Li Qingshan was quite curious about this, after all, this Buddhism was different from what he knew before.

Legend has it that in the harsh, cold west, amidst the desert, there are numerous temples, and the people who live there choose to worship Buddhism.

Those Buddhist practitioners, specifically those at the Landala Monastery, were not practicing martial arts; rather, they were cultivating their physical bodies.

After enduring numerous hardships, one can refine their physical body, thereby achieving indestructibility and attaining the so-called true body of Buddha.

However, Li Qingshan knew very little about it, and even among the many books that collected information about the Landa Temple, very little was available.

Seeing that Li Qingshan was interested, Shen Siqi did not hide anything and began to tell him what she knew about the Landala Temple.

"My family once held official positions in the capital, so I saw many monks from Landala Temple come to the capital."

For this reason, they also collected many books and so-called myths and legends about Landala Monastery.

As Shen Siqi spoke, Li Qingshan listened quietly to her, finding the situation increasingly strange.

After all, the practices of the Landala Monastery far surpassed anything he had ever seen, and even their purpose was exceptionally strange.

On the one hand, they believe that all suffering in the world has its limits, and as long as they can endure all the suffering, they can reduce the suffering of others.

On the other hand, there is a desire for everyone in the western deserts to embrace Buddhism, even if it makes their lives even more difficult.

"Nalandala Temple is rumored to have many powerful figures, but unlike the Northern Wolf Clan, it has not attacked our Great Qian."

As for the south, it is inhabited by barbarians who are beyond civilization and many of them use witchcraft and poisons.

To the east lies the boundless sea, mysterious and unpredictable; legend has it that some have seen something that reaches to the sky, but its veracity remains unknown.

Seeing that Li Qingshan was curious about these things, Shen Siqi simply told him all the secrets she knew.

When Li Qingshan heard this, he was truly enlightened.

After all, the real secrets are not written in books, and even if they are, it's just a matter of writing a few strokes among millions of Chinese characters.

"So, the monks at Nalanda Monastery practice in the same way?"

Li Qingshan leaned back in his recliner, sipping fragrant tea and enjoying some snacks, and asked a question.

"Naturally, they chose to recite scriptures, beat their bodies, and absorb the calamities."

Whether it's true or not is unknown, but his physical body is indeed powerful, his whole body shimmering with golden light, and he is not afraid of swords, water, or fire.

Some have attempted to completely tear apart that golden body, even those at the peak of True Qi cultivation; at most, they could only severely injure it.

Upon hearing this, Li Qingshan immediately became interested.

Such a terrifying physical body, if allowed to be cultivated, would undoubtedly increase one's strength once again. However, the Western Paradise is vast, and one does not possess the cultivation techniques of the so-called Landala Temple in the short term, so one can only give up.

While the two were chatting...

A letter is rapidly approaching the Marquis's residence from the border.

As dawn broke, the Eighth Madam had already dressed and returned to her residence along the path.

Although their affair was common knowledge throughout the Marquis's mansion, some things still needed to be kept quiet in public.

When Li Qingshan becomes the true master of the Marquis's mansion, no one will dare to say anything.

After the Eighth Madam left.

Li Qingshan then continued to refine his elixir cauldron, attempting to slowly detach it from his mind and make it his alternative Dharma form, thus solidifying it into a powerful force.

However, this process was exceptionally long, and it involved his own condensation. The yin and yang energies within his chest began to stir more and more, and there was still a contradiction between the two.

Li Qingshan only stopped his attempt when his cheeks felt slightly hot and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Not bad, you've made great progress. If this continues, I estimate that it will be realized in ten days to half a month. At that time, we can judge whether I've chosen the right path."

Just as Li Qingshan was pondering his future path, Li Hao knocked on the door, holding a letter.

"Qingshan, someone has sent you a letter from the border."

Hearing the call, Li Qingshan slightly waved his sleeve, and in an instant, a burst of true energy opened the door, revealing Li Hao outside.

Seeing this, Li Hao clicked his tongue in amazement, but still respectfully handed the letter to Li Qingshan with both hands.

"Please sit down!"

Li Qingshan spoke casually, and then he began to look through the letter, but the more he read, the more his brows furrowed.

Finally, after reading the end of the letter, Li Qingshan slowly closed the envelope and exhaled a breath of stale air.

This scene really startled Li Hao. He didn't even bother to eat the tea and snacks next to him and asked anxiously.

"What's wrong? Why do you look so worried just from reading a letter? Don't scare me, Aoyama."