novelapdf Chapter 72 Inheritance Should Be Ordered
Chapter 72 Inheritance Should Be Ordered
Shen Qing withdrew his divine sense and his gaze fell on the three sword sect divine abilities that had been integrated into his mind.
"Sword Control Technique, Illusion Technique, Five Elements Escape Technique."
He silently recited the instructions in his mind and then deduced his current situation.
Foundation building is complete, the twelfth-grade Dao platform is stable, and spiritual energy is abundant in the dantian.
I have a basic understanding of the three supernatural powers, but it will take time before I can master them.
The cultivation of the Illusionary Transformation Technique requires reshaping facial bones. The beauty of this technique lies in controlling bone structure changes with spiritual power. Once mastered, one can even change their face shape at will.
The Five Elements Escape Technique requires repeated familiarization with the spiritual energy conversion path.
"First cultivate supernatural powers, then retreat."
The air inside the coffin was already thin, and since the Foundation Establishment cultivator had already abstained from grains, there were no longer any obstacles for Shen Qing.
He used his divine sense to scan the terrain of the mountain, deducing several possible escape routes one by one, and then immersed all his mind in cultivating his supernatural powers.
Of the three supernatural powers, Shen Qing values the Illusionary Form Technique the most.
The core of this technique lies in reshaping bone structure with spiritual power and altering aura with divine consciousness; it can even imitate the aura of spiritual roots.
Once one has mastered the art, even cultivators of a higher cultivation level will find it difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake.
However, it is also the most difficult to cultivate. Reshaping the bone structure requires a thorough understanding of the human skeletal structure, repeatedly tempering the facial bones with spiritual power to make them flexible, and then covering and changing one's own aura fluctuations with divine sense.
This process allows no room for error, especially when you have to figure it out on your own without any reference points, so you can imagine how difficult it is.
Secondly, there is the Five Elements Escape Technique. He has some understanding of the cultivation method of this escape technique. Earlier, when the Great Dao Mystic Sound rang out, Shen Qing saw the ancient Five Elements rotating, opening up the world, and the principle of mutual generation and mutual restraint of the Five Elements.
This will bring the five elements to a state of perfection in his dantian, making it likely that he will achieve twice the result with half the effort when cultivating this method.
Of the five escape techniques, Earth Escape is the most concealed, Wood Escape is suitable for mountains and forests, Water Escape is fast, Fire Escape is violent and suitable for breaking through, and Metal Escape is indestructible.
Shen Qing prioritized practicing Earth Escape and Wood Escape, as these two techniques were most practical and allowed for the fastest progress in the mountainous terrain of Qingyun Mountain.
As for the sword control technique, Shen Qing spent the least amount of time on it.
The core of the sword control technique is to control the flying sword with one's divine sense, and it requires a real magical flying sword to unleash its power.
The Qingyun Sword, which accompanied him to his coffin, now serves as Shen Qing's magic sword. Although it is only a low-level magic weapon, it is sufficient for Shen Qing now.
The most important aspect of swordsmanship is the sword intent of the practitioner. Shen Qing has now condensed his sword intent, but he needs to hone it carefully. This matter cannot be rushed.
Three paths of inheritance, three directions, with clear distinction between primary and secondary aspects.
After an unknown amount of time, the air inside the coffin had become stagnant and foul; he knew he would not stay in this small space for long.
Shen Qing slowly extended his right hand, his five fingers spread, and placed it on the coffin lid above his head.
As the spiritual energy in his dantian flowed along his meridians, it surged from his palm and transformed into a pale blue light membrane that adhered tightly to the cedar wood board.
The next moment, the coffin lid and the soil, enveloped by the spiritual power in Shen Qing's dantian, vanished into nothingness in his eyes.
With a thought, Shen Qing slowly rose from the three-foot-deep tomb.
The night breeze carried the scent of pine needles, and after more than twenty days of living in a coffin, Shen Qing felt that even the mountain air smelled sweet.
Shen Qing's divine sense spread out like mercury, instantly encompassing everything within a radius of several miles.
The moon was high in the sky, and the entire Qingyun Mountain was asleep.
Shen Qing stood up and scanned the old site of Qingyun Sect with his divine sense.
The Huang family mansion was already taking shape, with blue bricks and gray tiles, a two-story wooden building, and upturned eaves, making it many times more magnificent than the Qingyun Sect of yesteryear.
The newly carved plaque above the door reads "Huang Mansion" in large characters, the vermilion lacquer still glossy and not yet completely dry.
Shen Qing glanced at it once and then looked away, shifting her gaze to the cemetery nestled among the pine trees on the left hillside.
There are seven old graves there, belonging to Qingyun Daoren, Hanyan, Qichen, Yueheng, and several other seniors who had no hope of reaching the Foundation Establishment stage and passed away peacefully.
The eighth grave is a new one, with the inscription "Tomb of Shen Qing, the Fifth Generation Sect Master of Qingyun Sect" on the tombstone, and the signature "Standing in mourning among all disciples".
Shen Qing walked to his own grave, looked at the tombstone that was wet with winter rain, and suddenly felt it was very funny.
To see one's own grave and read one's own epitaph—this is an experience that few people throughout history have had.
Shen Qing walked deep into the pine forest and stopped one by one in front of the tombs of the ancestral masters.
He first kowtowed three times in front of Qingyun Daoren's tomb, then stood up and looked at Hanyan Zhenren's tombstone.
The stele is second only to the Qingyun Daoist in age. The inscription is somewhat blurred, but the words "Han Yan Zhenren, the second generation sect leader of the Qingyun Sect" can still be discerned.
He knelt down and kowtowed.
Then there is the Moon-Moon Immortal.
Then came Master Qichen.
Finally, Shen Qing arrived at a slightly newer grave, where the words on the tombstone were still clearly visible: "Tomb of the Fourth Generation Sect Master of Qingyun Sect, the Taoist of Fushan".
This grave is a cenotaph; there are no remains of the master in the tomb, only clothes he wore and some personal belongings.
Shen Qing knelt down in front of the grave, his forehead touching the cold soil.
Shen Qing didn't say anything, she just knelt there.
Scenes from the past flashed before my eyes: the young man, who had awakened his innate wisdom at an early age, was obsessed with Changsheng and saw Fushan flying on a sword, and he shamelessly pestered him.
In the dilapidated courtyard, the boy imitated his master, sitting cross-legged on a futon. However, his immature figure and the way he tried to put on airs still gave off a comical and awkward feeling.
The old man stood behind him, adjusting his hand gestures with his thin, withered fingers, which enveloped his small fist.
"Qing'er, you have to pinch your fingers like this so that your breath can flow smoothly."
Another scene is from four years ago, when he woke up in a quiet room after failing to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage. His meridians were in excruciating pain, and his dantian felt empty and hollow.
The old man stood by his side, holding a bowl of still-steaming herbal soup, his eyes slightly red.
"Master, am I ruined?"
"Nonsense. Your foundation is still there, you've just gone astray. Take good care of yourself and start over in the future. Don't say such discouraging things, your master is still here."
Shen Qing raised his head, looked at the tombstone, and said softly, "Master, your disciple has successfully established his foundation."
The mountain wind swept through the pine forest, echoing like a sob.
Shen Qing knelt for a long time in front of the cenotaph of the Taoist priest Fushan.
The mountain wind swept through the forest, stirring the withered grass beside the tombstone.
Shen Qing stood up, patted the dirt off his knees, and muttered to himself:
"Master, I will come back to see you after I have settled this score."
He didn't look back, but turned and walked deeper into the mountainside.
"Old grudges lie dormant for years; today, I draw my sword to hunt down the wolves."
"I harbor a thousand grudges against those who insulted me in the past; I will clear away these deep-seated hatreds and sever all ties with the rise and fall of dynasties."
The night wind howled, the pines rustled, and the entire Qingyun Mountain slept soundly.
For Shen Qing, the most important thing right now is to find a secluded place to thoroughly master the Illusion Technique.
Shen Qing found a sheltered rock wall deep in the pine forest, sat down cross-legged, spread his divine sense to confirm that there was no one within several miles, and then immersed himself in the cultivation of the Illusionary Transformation Technique.
The core of the Transformation Technique lies in reshaping the bone structure with spiritual power and altering the aura with divine consciousness.