From Under One Person: Sincere Journey Through the Heavens

"Feng Tianyang, do you want to fight?"

The Miao girl was none other than Wei Shufen, who was staring fiercely at Feng Tianyang. A white ape, almost the size of a human head, climbed onto her shoulder, its eyes filled with malice, almost identical to Wei Shufen's.

This frightened Feng Tianyang so much that he waved his hands repeatedly, admitting defeat.

Although the white ape looked like a monkey, it was actually a Gu, capable of transforming into invisible energy that moved with the wind. Once someone was tainted by it, unless they had the ability like Wu Gensheng to return their supernatural power to their original Qi body, they would only become Wei Shufen's puppet.

"Ha ha!"

Seeing this, Wugensheng was delighted and called to everyone, "Come on, I'll take you to uncover the secret of the owner of this valley."

"Speaking of which, what was the master who created this place thinking? As long as people walk through it, they can obtain Qi... The president of the Confucian Association widely spread the Foundation Building Method, and it still takes an ordinary person about twenty years of hard work to acquire the qualifications of a normal cultivator."

Gao Gen suspected that the owner of this valley was afraid that the world was not chaotic enough, and actually created such a valley where people could obtain Qi by passing through it.

“I’ve encountered similar valleys before, which could be considered my ancestral land, called Wuxia Coffin Mountain,” Feng Tianyang recounted a past event. “It was a burial place for immortals.”

"Have you ever seen a deity?"

Zhao Tianhai was surprised.

Zhao Pingshan asked suspiciously, "Could it be that she's still half asleep?"

The two brothers from Tiangongtang set off from western Hunan, intending to go to Yuhang, but they met Wugensheng. They got along well and, in addition, Wugensheng had restrained his true nature, so they became sworn brothers.

Wei Shufen secretly followed the two and ran away from western Hunan.

The seven swore brotherhood, and the last remaining member was Zhang Dong of the Flowing Cloud Sword. He was saved by Wugensheng while traveling the martial world. Even though he knew that Wugensheng was the leader of Quanxing Sect, he was willing to become friends with him because he was willing to restrain Quanxing Sect and was a free spirit, and was five or six parts similar to Jiang Liu.

of course.

He hoped to help Wugensheng completely control Quanxing, so that even if it didn't become a prestigious and upright sect, it would at least be able to do legitimate business like other families, big and small.

In this way, even with the country beset by internal and external troubles, the people can still feel more secure.

"I'm perfectly sober."

Feng Tianyang was indignant, but he didn't say much, since the matter of the Wuxia Coffin Mountain seemed to involve the Zhengyi lineage. So he changed the subject and asked Wugensheng, "Seventh brother, what do you think was the original purpose of creating this place?"

"Perhaps it's for the purpose of saving people."

Wugensheng chuckled and led the six people through the Twenty-Four Seasons Valley, traversing the network of passages, until they reached the very center, where a small pavilion came into view.

Upon entering the pavilion, Wugensheng pointed to the footprints at the yin-yang symbol and asked with a smile, "We swore brotherhood here before, did you notice these footprints?"

"Of course I've noticed."

Wei Shufen stood on it and infused her Qi, but there was no change. "But this should not be a mechanism. Rather, it is a pair of footprints left on this rock by the person who built this place to show off their exquisite control of force, without breaking the rock."

The others acquiesced.

But Wugensheng chuckled and said, "Wrong! This is a trap!"

"organ?"

Wei Shufen walked away, and Wu Gensheng stepped forward, gathering a point of Qi between his two fingers and instantly striking the Yongquan acupoint on the footprints.

hum-

In an instant.

The earthquake trembled.

The perfectly sealed yin-yang diagram slowly opened, revealing a staircase leading downwards, leaving the six people dumbfounded.

"There's a hidden world down there!"

Zhang Dong exclaimed in surprise.

"Since we have sworn brotherhood, we are brothers and sisters whose bones are broken but whose flesh is still connected. Today I will share this secret with you."

After saying this, Wugensheng took the lead and entered the secret passage.

The other six exchanged glances, lowered their guard, and followed closely behind...

Chapter 1304 "The Mind's Platform"

Upon entering the passage and reaching the bottom, the four large characters "Human life is precious" appear before everyone's eyes.

Upon entering the secret chamber with Wugensheng, the six were immediately captivated by the various inscriptions within, their minds seemingly immersed in the interior.

"cough!"

Wugensheng gave a soft shout, waking everyone up, and laughed, "Now everyone knows who the owner of this place is, right?"

"Zhang Boduan!"

Zhang Dong blurted it out.

Those who practice Qi cultivation after birth will all know about this patriarch of the Southern School of Taoism.

only--

Who is Zhang Boduan?

Wei Shufen was puzzled.

The rest of the group: "???"

Unexpectedly, one of them managed to slip through the net!

Wu Gengsheng was the first to react, laughing, "Young lady, you study Gu magic, which, although it can be categorized under Qi cultivation, is somewhat different from the current mainstream. It's its own unique style, so it's normal that you don't know Zhang Boduan..."

Speaking of Zhang Boduan, all Taoist practitioners today who aspire to cultivate the Golden Elixir can be considered his disciples and grand-disciples.

"That's amazing?"

Wei Shufen was surprised and asked, "Is Jiang Liu also his disciple or grand-disciple?"

"Uh... It is rumored that he cultivates the Golden Elixir and Sacred Embryo. Whether it is the same as the Golden Elixir of Taoism is unknown, but I am certain of one thing: his cultivation may have surpassed that of the Southern School's ancestor of alchemy."

This is not an exaggeration by Wugensheng, but a profound understanding he gained after learning "The Origin and Flow of Qi"!

As for this evaluation...

Zhao Pingshan and Zhao Tianhai strongly agreed.

Zhang Dong nodded in agreement.

Gao Gen and Feng Tianyang had never seen the river flow in person, but they acknowledged that the river flow had become a "sacred" sight, with heavenly flowers falling and covering thousands of miles, and golden sounds and jade-like vibrations resounding throughout the land.

Only Wei Shufen pursed her lips and shouted, "Hmph, once my Heavenly Dragon Gu is fully refined, I will surely surpass him!"

"That's quite ambitious!"

Wugensheng laughed heartily, sat cross-legged on the ground, and said to the six people, "Let's concentrate and enter the inner realm together. Perhaps we can further improve our skills."

The six people had their own pursuit of cultivation. They sat cross-legged, refining their Qi and preserving their spirit, and observed the "Wuzhen Pian" on the surrounding walls. They suddenly felt that the words seemed to come alive, like little tadpoles, drilling into their minds and bringing their consciousness together.

Wugensheng was also surprised by this situation. He did not expect that everyone's consciousness could be gathered together. However, before he could speak, the space-time changed and he arrived in the outside world.

Ahead lay a beautiful, high mountain, its forests deep and secluded.

Wugensheng clenched his fist, feeling an extreme sense of reality, as if he were not a consciousness or spirit at all, but a real, flesh-and-blood body.

Where are we?

Wei Shufen shook her head, looked around, and saw:

A thousand peaks stand like halberds, a ten-thousand-foot cliff unfolds like a screen.

Sunlight reflects on the misty mountains, gently locking in the verdant green; rain ceases, and the dark blue hues are coolly tinged with blue.

Withered vines entwine old trees, an ancient ferry crossing marks a secluded path. Tall bamboos and pines, evergreen for ten thousand years, rival this blessed land; rare flowers and auspicious herbs, blooming in all four seasons, surpass even the legendary Penglai Island.

The song of a secluded bird draws near, the spring's gurgling waters clear and melodious. Layer upon layer of valleys are adorned with orchids and magnolias, moss grows on every craggy cliff. The undulating mountain peaks, with their auspicious dragon veins, seem to harbor a hermit of unknown renown.

"I do not know either."

Wugensheng sighed, but then cheered himself up and said to the six people, "Perhaps it is a test set by the Dan Ancestor, and we may have to pass it."

The other six looked at each other, helpless, and had no choice but to go up the mountain with Wugensheng, where they found the scenery to be pleasant.

As they were watching, the seven suddenly heard voices coming from deep within the forest. They exchanged glances, some hiding in the bushes, others leaping into the trees, and listened intently. It was the sound of singing, and the song went:

"Watching chess, the axe handle rots; chopping wood, the sound of hammering echoes; strolling slowly along the valley's edge. Selling firewood and buying wine, laughing wildly, indulging in self-satisfaction. On the high autumn path, facing the moon, I rest my head on a pine root, and sleep until dawn. Recognizing the old forest, climbing cliffs and crossing ridges, I take an axe and cut withered vines. Gathering them into a load, I sing as I go to the market, exchanging it for three liters of rice. There is no more strife, the price is fair. Without scheming or calculation, without honor or disgrace, I live a tranquil life. Where I meet, they are either immortals or Taoists, sitting quietly discussing the *Huang Ting Jing*."

Upon closer inspection, Wugensheng saw a person carrying a load of firewood descending the mountain path. He wore a bamboo hat woven from the sheaths of newly sprouted bamboo shoots, a cloth robe made of cotton yarn, a belt slung from the silk of an old silkworm, and straw sandals made of withered reeds.

It turned out to be a woodcutter!

Judging from their attire, they don't seem to be from the Republic of China era; rather, they seem to still live under the rule of ancient emperors.

Then, Wugensheng emerged from the bushes, startling the woodcutter. He was terrified when he saw six other men jump out. He dropped his firewood, knelt down, and kowtowed repeatedly, saying, "I beg you seven highwaymen not to kill me. I have no money on me, only this firewood. If you don't mind, please take it and spare this clumsy man's life!"

Hearing him say this, Wugensheng and the others were stunned, but in the end Wugensheng was the first to come to his senses, stepped forward, helped the woodcutter up, and imitated his way of speaking, saying: "Uncle, don't be afraid, we are not bandits, but seekers of the Way."

"Seeking the Way? Yes, seeking the Way!"

After asking around, the woodcutter breathed a sigh of relief, but remained wary. "Why are you dressed so strangely? Where did you come from?"

"We come from Sichuan, and we don't know where we are?"

Gao Gen asked in a loud voice about the name of the place.

"Sichuan and Shu?"

Under Gao Genna's expectant gaze, the woodcutter replied with a dumbfounded expression, "Never heard of it."

Gao Gen: "·······"

Before he could ask any more questions, the woodcutter continued, “I have only heard that there are four great continents in the world: the Eastern Continent of Victory, the Southern Continent of Jambudvipa, the Northern Continent of Uttarakuru, and the Western Continent of Aparagodaniya.”

This is the Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, located on the border of Xiniuhezhou and Tianzhu Kingdom.

Seven people: "???"

“You are here to seek the Dao? What a coincidence! There happens to be an old immortal on this mountain, named Subhuti, who has countless disciples, and there are currently thirty-four people practicing under him.”

"Go up a short distance and you will see the fairy cave."

That's all.

The woodcutter pointed in a direction, then picked up his firewood and headed down the mountain.

Watching the woodcutter disappear into the distance, Wei Shufen muttered to herself, "Have we stumbled into 'Journey to the West'?"