Chapter 37 Saint Thief Bai Yufei (1/2)

The essential Qi in Shenzu Scripture was not categorized to Yin nor Yang, but once it passed by certain meridians and acupoints, it could be converted to either extreme Yin or extreme Yang.

This was after Shen Lian experimented by himself, his psyche was just too powerful and the amount of essential Qi inside him was too much for him to handle. He was able to control the slightest essential Qi and make changes within the parameter that was bearable for him.

Of course, this was done without being under the tutorage of experienced predecessors. It was a method that out of desperate measures.

The situation that he was in was like in the modern society, he had to self-taught mathematics in high school. Even though it was somewhat effective, compared to those who were in elite schools, he did not have any advantage, most of the time spent was just wasted.

The problem was that, up until then, he still had not come in contact with those sects or superlunary immortals who were seriously dedicated to practice and cultivation.

Perhaps Ling Chongxiao understood this point, but there was not a really profound friendship between the both of them, what more was that Shen Lian did not know Ling Chongxiao's whereabouts.

If everything went according to plan, regardless of whether Shen Lian's Governor and Conceptual vessels linked up within a year or not, he would still embark on the path of search for immortals and Dao teachings. After all, he had obtained some measures of self-protection.

Even though Shen Lian's medical skills still did not reach the level to be able to raise the dead or grow flesh from bones, it was not an overemphasis to call him a master healer.

After all, he was educated in modern medicine and practiced inner Qi, his senses were sharp and sensitive which was difficult to put him on the same level as other healers.

Also, he was the only one to be able to control the micro level of inner Qi and change it into an extremely Yin inner Qi. He channeled it into the person's body, froze the malicious Qi and in a skillful swift, he forced it out of the body.

The man had first woken up but later fainted back.

It was because Shen Lian had hit his Hunshui point so that he would fall into deep slumber.

...

Bai Yufei's eyes opened and he noticed that he was lying on a comfortable bed. He had never slept on a bed this soft in his entire life. He took a moment to recall details of what had happened. He had somehow made his way to the entrance of An Inn and in a haze, he remembered he was lifted by someone and someone had treated his injuries.

He tried to move his inner Qi briefly and even though it was still a little slow, it was able to flow through Tianchi, Qimen and Juque, the three acupoints that were pricked by the golden poison needles.

After the Qi had returned to his Dantian [2], he touched the area of the three acupoints, the golden needles had been taken out.

There was a distant sound of zither coming from the outside. Combined with the cold and snowy weather, it was like the clear spring waters flowing slowly, it was cooling yet so lively.

Bai Yufei got out of bed, pushed the door and headed out. The sound of zither lingered in the corridors, it faded in and out.

His hearing was superb and he caught the source of it.

He had to admit that even though the artistic conception of the zither's music was ingenious, but the fingering was not unique. Bai Yufei once had a chance to listen to a tune played by a Qingguan in Zuixiang pavilion of the imperial city. Compared to the Qingguan, this music was unrefined.

He would prefer this music from the zither although he could not really draw a reason for it. Perhaps, within that zither's sound, there was more freedom and less of the resentment in contrast to the Qingguan.

He finally found the room where the sound came from. It was a little further from the other rooms which really separated it. It was a statement to the exception of this place.

The door was ajar and no one was around.

Bai Yufei reached the entrance, the sound of the zither came to a halt.

”Green bubbles—newly brewed wine;

lumps of red—a small stove for heating;

evening comes and the sky snows—

Could you come for a drink, I wonder?”