My Demonic Cult's Holy Maiden

To make amends, he sent Qi Yu over, hoping that Qi Yu would succeed him as the next head coach.

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Chapter Eighty-Eight Righteousness

Su Chengying sent Qi Yu over to repay the Taoism, hoping that Qi Yu would become the next leader.

If Su Chengying truly wanted to resolve Qi Yu's internal energy problem, he himself knew the "Marrow Cleansing Theory" and could easily teach it to Qi Yu.

There's no need to overcomplicate things; let Qi Yu come to the capital to study the "Treatise on Marrow Washing" with the head instructor.

Qi Yu's talent is exceptional; in fact, it would be difficult to find another genius like him in the world.

He understood the "Treatise on Marrow Cleansing" in one reading and completed the tempering of the twenty-seven bones in his right arm on his own.

If Qi Yu can truly complete the tempering of all his bones, he can open the Netherworld with the potential of 206 bones.

Then, Qi Yu will be the sole successor of the professor and the sole successor of Taoism.

Even the professor himself did not complete the tempering of all 206 bones.

He had only tempered 205 bones when he was hailed as the most talented person in a thousand years, and was then chosen as the next leader.

There are indeed pieces that have been truly tempered to 206, but they haven't appeared for almost three thousand years.

Modern Taoist disciples practice a simplified version of the "Marrow Cleansing Treatise," which is not very difficult and can only temper up to thirty-six bones.

They built the Netherworld based on thirty-six bones.

The number of bone-training exercises described in "The Treatise on Marrow Cleansing" is the most direct proof of talent.

Qi Yu completed the tempering of the twenty-seven bones in one arm in just the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

This talent is enough to make him the head of Taoism!

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As Qi Yu walked out of the Taoist temple, a Taoist priest in his twenties immediately came up and bowed to him.

"Uncle-Master, the Sect Leader has instructed me to take you down the mountain!"

Qi Yu felt somewhat uncomfortable with this form of address and asked, "Uncle-Master? Me?"

The young Taoist priest smiled slightly and said, "Yes, you are the disciple of the sect leader, and in terms of seniority, I should indeed call you Uncle-Master!"

Qi Yu was speechless. It felt very strange to be called "Shishu" by someone older than himself.

Following behind the young Taoist priest down the mountain, Qi Yu realized that the young Taoist priest was actually a second-rank Taoist.

So young? Second rank? That completely crushes Li Minghai, that lazy bum!

However, since the cultivation methods of Taoists are different from those of martial artists, how do they divide their realms?

"Do Taoist priests also use ranks to determine their realms?" Qi Yu asked curiously.

The young Taoist turned his head and smiled, "Reporting to my master, we Taoists are also divided into ranks. I am currently at the second-rank Dao Lord level, and my strength is about the same as that of a second-rank martial artist."

Daoist Master? Isn't he a martial artist?

Qi Yu frowned; he knew very little about martial artists.

The most powerful martial artist he could come into contact with was Li Minghai, a nobody.

"Hehe, Uncle-Master, you don't know this. Martial artist is just a general term. Anyone who uses true qi can be called a martial artist."

"So you can say I'm a second-grade martial artist, but we still differentiate realms based on cultivation methods and lineages."

"In Taoism, we call them Daojun (Taoist Lords), and in Confucianism, we call them Rusheng (Confucian Scholars)!"

Qi Yu heard a very interesting term: Confucianism? Did this guy just say Confucianism?

"Are there martial artists among Confucianists?" Qi Yu asked.

The young Taoist priest smiled and said, "Yes, there are, and they are very strong, but they are not very common in the Great Yun Dynasty and the surrounding countries."

"Then why haven't I heard of any powerful Confucian scholars?" Qi Yu asked in surprise.

The young Taoist priest chuckled, "Uncle-Master, you may not know this, but Confucian cultivation methods are lacking. Therefore, Confucian scholars can at most reach the level of a first-grade Confucian scholar. Consequently, Qingyun Academy, the representative institution of Confucianism, is not very well-known."

"Is reading books the Confucian method of self-cultivation?" Qi Yu asked.

The young man thought for a moment, nodded, and said, "You could say that. Taoism cultivates Qi, Confucianism cultivates talent, and demonic cultivation cultivates killing intent and bloodlust."

"We Taoists cultivate the mind, while Confucianism cultivates the spirit!"

Qi Yu lowered his head in deep thought. It seemed that he knew far too little about the world of martial artists!

I never knew there were so many branches to martial arts!

"We cultivate righteous energy. How is it different from the true energy of ordinary martial artists? Is it stronger?" Qi Yu asked.

The young man said, "There is no difference in essence, but the forms of expression are different. As for strength or weakness, it is hard to say. We can only say that there is a certain restraint relationship."

“The true energy of our Taoist school carries a vast power that can suppress the blood energy and killing intent of demonic cultivators to a certain extent. The talent energy of Confucianism has a similar effect.”

Qi Yu roughly understood. It turned out that Confucianism also had its own martial arts lineage. He had thought that these scholars were just empty talkers who only knew how to talk about war on paper.

It's just that the Confucian tradition is not fully preserved now, so it has gradually declined.

If the Confucian tradition is intact and Confucianism has not declined, given the number of scholars in this world, wouldn't Qingyun Academy, the representative force of Confucianism, be the largest force?

It's terrifying to even think about; scholars are people you can't afford to mess with.

"How is righteous energy cultivated?" Qi Yu asked.

I should consider myself a half-Taoist disciple now, so I should ask how to cultivate.

The young Taoist priest pointed to the Taoist priests below the mountain who were treating and dispensing medicine to the people, and said with a smile, "These junior brothers are cultivating righteous energy now!"

"Doing good deeds?" Qi Yu asked cautiously.

The young Taoist priest nodded and said, "That's true. Doing more good deeds will bring righteous energy into our bodies, and this righteous energy is beneficial to our cultivation."

"Therefore, many of our fellow Taoist disciples have gone out to gain experience, to uphold justice, and to slay demons and monsters."

"Can the blood energy and killing intent cultivated by demonic cultivators also be used to accelerate cultivation and advancement through killing?" Qi Yu asked.

The young man nodded and said, "That's right. The righteous energy cultivated by us Taoists is in opposition to the blood energy of demonic cultivators. Killing a heinous demon will also bring you righteous energy."

Qi Yu understood, but was somewhat speechless. So this is what the world of martial artists is like!

Those who use true qi are all called martial artists. Because the cultivation methods are different, the true qi they cultivate will also be different.

It seems a bit difficult to cultivate righteous energy on your own!

I'm not a good person, at most I'm not a bad person either.

"Uncle-Master, I'll see you off here!" the young man said, bowing.

Qi Yu nodded, then returned the greeting to the young man and turned to walk onto the main road.

He needed to rush back to check on things; the teacher's words were still echoing in his mind.

Most of her previous true energy was transferred into her own body by Su Yue.

For him, the Azure Nether True Qi was harmless, but for others, it was the most poisonous poison.

But something seems off; my wife seems different from ordinary eighth-rank officials!

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Chapter Eighty-Nine Stupid Fish

Qi Yu was extremely anxious and wanted to get back as soon as possible to check on Su Yue's condition.

As they walked, Qi Yu passed a pavilion by the river and saw a middle-aged man fishing by the pavilion.

Fishing is one thing, but this thing uses a straight hook.

Is this Jiang Taigong fishing?

Are we waiting for someone to take the bait?

Then Qi Yu realized that his knowledge was still too limited, and he had actually caught a big fish.

Moreover, there were already three large fish thrashing about in the wooden bucket next to him.

A straight hook can really catch fish!

Qi Yu could only say that the fish here are really stupid; they can be caught with a straight hook.

The middle-aged man removed the fishhook and put it into the wooden bucket, then turned to look at Qi Yu.

"Young man, is there something you need?"

Qi Yu looked at the straight hook and asked in surprise, "Do you always use a straight hook when you fish?"

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "No, it depends on my mood. I usually prefer to fish with nets!"

Qi Yu didn't know what to say, but his gaze fell on the chessboard in the stone pavilion.

Qi Yu glanced at it and roughly understood the situation.

Black is at a disadvantage. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, after three more moves, Black will be completely defeated with no chance of a comeback.

Moreover, the shape of these white pieces is very elegant and aesthetically pleasing.

Conversely, the black pieces were restrained by the white pieces from beginning to end, making it difficult for them to win.

"Did you play this game?" Qi Yu asked.

The middle-aged man shook his head and smiled, "I didn't put it down, but I did set it up."

"This game of chess is between the Chief Instructor and His Majesty, with His Majesty playing black!"

Head teacher? Or a teacher?

Is he capable of playing this kind of move?

Thinking about it, it's actually quite possible. Sun Guyuan is his junior brother, and that old man seems to have a nickname: "Chess Demon."

"May I make a move?" Qi Yu asked.

The middle-aged man nodded, then gestured for him to proceed.

Qi Yu picked up a black piece and placed it on the chessboard. He then withdrew his hand, looked at it, and nodded.

Although we can't save them all, there's at least a glimmer of hope.