After the Great Dao died

Chapter 55 Qi Gathering Pill

Chen Lingxi uttered three words in a flat tone.

At that moment, his spiritual energy swirled slightly in his throat, and he quietly activated the Dragon's Roar Technique.

The sound did not spread throughout the hall, but instead condensed into a single line, landing precisely an inch from Wu Mohe's ear.

The scholar and Wang Chu in the hall could not hear the slightest sound.

Chen Lingxi's lips moved slightly, but no one knew what he said.

Wu Mohe's gaze shifted slightly as he stared at Chen Lingxi.

Then, a voice rang in Chen Lingxi's mind.

The sound didn't come from the outside; it exploded directly inside the skull.

Deep, resonant, with a lingering, persistent sound.

"Even if this is just an avatar of my magic."

"But the fact that you can withstand a single stab of my divine sense from my avatar proves that you have a cultivation level of at least the fifth level of Qi cultivation."

The words echoed in Chen Lingxi's mind, causing his heart to tremble slightly.

He remained outwardly calm, but his heart was churning with turmoil.

"Did Wu Mohe think he had the cultivation level of the fifth level of Qi cultivation or even higher?"

Why would he make such a judgment?

As he was wondering, Wu Mohe shifted his gaze from Chen Lingxi and then glanced at the bearded man lying on the ground.

That glance remained indifferent.

But his voice rang in Chen Lingxi's mind again.

"There are too many mediocre people in the world, so it's not easy to find some promising martial arts practitioners."

"To build up such a perfect Silver Bone with pills, and still need to nourish it with flesh and blood at all times, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a waste... But in any case, this waste is still my cultivation resource."

"You killed him, so I ultimately suffer a loss."

He said this without any emotional fluctuation in his tone.

Chen Lingxi grinned.

With the Dragon's Roar technique activated, his voice condensed into a single line, reaching Wu Mohe's ears.

"A mere mortal, his death is nothing, is it really a loss?"

His tone was nonchalant, as if he didn't care about the lives of ordinary people at all.

It seems that in his eyes, a martial artist with perfected Silver Bone is no different from an ant on the roadside.

Wu Mohe remained seated cross-legged by the campfire: "Upon careful consideration, it really isn't much of a loss."

"This grotto-heaven is not a realm of Qi. Now that it has been exposed to the world, you should know the fate of this grotto-heaven and the creatures within it."

"Since we're all going to die eventually, what's wrong with dying sooner?"

It is not a realm of Qi.

Exposed to heaven and earth.

They will die eventually.

These words caused a great deal of turmoil in Chen Lingxi's mind, and he couldn't help but ponder them carefully.

He had too many questions in his mind, but he knew that now was not the time to ask them.

He nodded slightly, as if listening to something he already knew, his expression calm and unwavering.

"Since you are under my command, you are the head of our business."

He spoke casually, as if he were haggling with someone at a dinner table, asking for an extra plate of peanuts.

Wu Mohe did not answer immediately.

He looked at Chen Lingxi for a moment, then suddenly shook his head.

"When did I agree to make a deal with you?"

Chen Lingxi reached out and casually brushed the dust off his knees: "Everything in this world has a price."

He raised his eyes and met Wu Mohe's gaze.

"I need to replenish the spiritual energy for the elixir."

"I also have something here that might interest you."

Wu Mohe narrowed his eyes: "What can you give me?"

He asked directly.

Chen Lingxi remained calm and asked, "What did that junior from the Daoxia Academy give you?"

He asked the question casually.

Wu Mohe's gaze remained unchanged, but a smile appeared on his lips.

When Chen Lingxi asked him, he didn't hide anything and said, "He came from Chi Po Academy of the Academy and was a disciple of Jing Shijue, the Golden Palace Immortal."

"In Jing Shijue's possession, there is also the Golden Palace Cauldron - the Pool of Waiting Calamity."

His voice echoed in Chen Lingxi's mind.

"Lin Su promised me that if I help him today, and if we can return to the Great Heaven and Earth together in the future, he will ask the True Man to help me... through the tribulation."

A calamity?

Chen Lingxi's heart was churning, but she only shook her head slightly, her tone carrying a hint of disapproval.

"If you come here seeking truth but do not find the cauldron, you will ultimately not attain true freedom."

"How can we be sure that the affairs of the universe are not mere illusions?"

He paused, his gaze falling on Wu Mohe's face, his tone carrying a deeper meaning.

"I never expected that you, fellow Daoist, would actually believe Lin Su Ri's empty promises, which are nothing but worthless words."

Wu Mohehun paid no attention to Chen Lingxi's words.

"The Pool of Gazing at Calamity reveals a great calamity that will befall a cultivator in the future. Such an opportunity is rare and hard to come by."

Even if it's just a piece of paper, I'm willing to believe it.

He paused, his deep eyes fixed on Chen Lingxi: "If it were you, fellow Daoist... would you believe it or not?"

Chen Lingxi remained silent for a few moments, then suddenly looked up and laughed, "The future of the world is ultimately nothing but a bubble."

He changed the subject, his tone becoming firm and confident: "Fellow Daoist, is there a great opportunity arising in Yuanjiang Prefecture, concerning the spiritual aperture?"

"Fellow Daoist, are you interested?"

The spiritual aperture!

When Chejue uttered those two words to Yingchi, Yingchi's eyes suddenly lit up.

The same applies to Lin Su Ri and the monks surnamed Chao.

but……

Wu Mohe's reaction was completely different from theirs!

He merely narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of regret flashing in them, before shaking his head.

"I have no interest in the opportunities in Yuanjiang Prefecture."

Chen Ling's brows furrowed instantly beneath her mask.

He was puzzled.

The opportunity to obtain spiritual apertures was something Ying Chi coveted, and Lin Suri longed for it day and night. The cultivator surnamed Chao even used a fragment of the Time Candle as bait to join forces with Lin Suri to compete for it.

This shows how precious this spiritual opportunity is.

But Wu Mohe said he had no interest.

Why?

He was about to ask a question.

Wu Mohe, however, raised his head before him.

Those deep eyes looked at Chen Lingxi with a hint of seriousness in them.

"Fellow Daoist, since you have the cultivation of the fifth level of Qi Circulation, I am willing to offer three [Qi Gathering Pills] as a trade."

His voice echoed in Chen Lingxi's mind, each word clear and distinct.

"In the future... you will have to help me once."

"Help me this once!"

Gathering Qi Elixir.

Three.

Chen Lingxi felt a slight stirring in her heart.

He didn't know what grade of pill the Qi Gathering Pill was, but he knew that anything Wu Mohe could produce was definitely not ordinary.

But what he cared more about were the conditions offered by Wu Mohe.

Is it enough to promise to help him once?

"Does Wu Mohe really like making empty promises?"

Chen Lingxi was greatly surprised.

The deal between Wu Mohe and Lin Suri was just a dead letter, and the deal with himself seemed to be just as dead letter.

"Aren't you afraid I'll just pretend to agree, and then renege on my promise once I get the pills?"

He thought this to himself, but didn't say it aloud.

Because Wu Mohe's voice rang out again.

"One month from now, I will have this Maha envoy bring the elixir and wait here."

"At that time, I will need to sign the Jade Law with you."

Jade Law Book...

Chen Lingxi silently recited these three words in her heart.

"The reason why Wu Mohe believed in empty promises so much probably lies in this Jade Law Book."

but……

The resources for spiritual practice are absolutely essential.

"I have used up all the Dragon-Inducing Powder. If I want to continue climbing the tower, I must find new resources for my cultivation."

Wu Mohe's Qi-Gathering Pill is the best choice at hand.

He pondered for a few moments, then nodded slightly.

Seeing that he nodded, Wu Mohe said no more.

The figure stood up from beside the campfire, his gray robe fluttering in the firelight like a gust of wind.

Then, the misty figure began to dissipate.

Starting from the feet, inch by inch, it transforms into fine, dense light particles, like dandelion seeds scattered by the wind, drifting and scattering in the air.

As the fog dissipated, the golden-red light on the jade slip gradually dimmed, and the three characters faded from a dazzling golden-red to a pale gold, and then from a pale gold to a translucent white, restoring their original color.

It was as if nothing had ever happened.

Silence returned to the hall.

The scholar remained kneeling on the spot, motionless.

"This General Zhiling is indeed an immortal!"

He watched as his king and the general sat facing each other, neither speaking, yet clearly communicating.

He watched as his king's expression changed from calm to solemn.

Who else but an immortal could sit and converse with the king?

At this moment, Chen Lingxi had already stood up, and with his sword at his side, he walked out of the hall.

The scholar quickly took a deep breath, stood up from the ground, straightened his clothes, and then bowed respectfully to the ground.

"Respectfully seeing off the general."

His voice echoed in the empty hall, carrying a deep sense of awe.

Chen Lingxi didn't look at him and strode towards the outside of the hall.

The black robe fluttered in the night wind, and the ghost mask glowed with a cold blue light in the firelight.

Footsteps echoed in the empty hall, then disappeared into the night outside the hall gates.

The scholar straightened up and gazed at the deep night outside the palace gate, remaining motionless for a long time.

Wang Chu remained seated by the campfire, motionless.

She had not uttered a word from the moment Chen Lingxi stepped into the hall.

It's not that I don't want to speak, but that I don't know what to say.

Everything she saw and heard tonight was far beyond her comprehension.

The purple light that the man in black spat out, the misty figure that the scholar summoned with blood...

She had never seen these things in the Marquis's mansion, nor had she ever heard of them in Yuanjiang Prefecture.

She only knew one thing—the man in black was an immortal, and the figure who came in the form of mist must also be an immortal.

"A meeting of immortals..."

Wang Chu stood up, clasped his hands in a salute to the scholar, and turned to walk out of the hall.

Their pace was much faster than when they arrived.

She walked out of the palace, stood outside the side gate, and looked around.

The night is vast and the mountains are boundless.

That tall, imposing figure, wielding a long sword, wearing a ghostly mask, and capable of spitting out purple light to kill with a single breath, has vanished without a trace.

It was as if everything that had just happened in the hall was nothing but a dream.

Down the mountain, the Yuan River was covered in a deep, inky black, facing the cold moon in the sky.

Cuojin Mountain returned to its usual nighttime tranquility.

"General of the Spirit Guard... Immortal..."

Wang Chu suddenly felt curious when he thought of the ghost mask.

"What kind of face is hidden beneath that mask?"