Chapter 78 Talisman for Beginners (1/2)

Zhang Ruoxu may be the headmaster of Qing Xuan but he was extremely humble and helpful when Shen Lian was in doubt.

Shen Lian took the opportunity to ask him about practice and cultivation and Zhang Ruoxu patiently addressed his queries. It was not easy for Shen Lian to meet Zhang Ruoxu and he wouldn't waste the chance whenever he had the opportunity.

Shen Lian would usually request to leave just before Zhang Ruoxu would end their session. His timings were always just nice and neat.

As usual, Zhang Ruoxu would sit on the stone that he had been sitting on for the past hundred years. It was not that he did not want to move but he could not move.

He lightly patted the Tiandi Jian, echo could be heard in the quiet hall.

”Loneliness,” Zhang Ruoxu said in a low voice with a hint of frustration on his brow.

Jingqing walked down the hall.

Zhang Ruoxu kept his frustration, looked at Jingqing and said, ”All is good as long as you're not injured.”

”In the end, the devil lady did not go crazy,” Jingqing replied with a smile.

”The Uncle-Master is making a comeback in practice and cultivation. It would be difficult for her to have another breakthrough. I hope her efforts would bloom and she would be able the enjoy the fruits of her hard work,” Zhang Ruoxu sighed.

”The second attempt to break out from whims is ten times tougher than the first attempt. If she succeeded in doing it, she would go beyond heaven and earth.” Jingqing unconsciously lets out a hint of admiration. Although he had a long history, it was a thousand times more difficult for him to get a breakthrough compared mortal beings. He may not even go beyond heaven and earth by the time Qing Xuan annihilates.

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The vitality of the Zifu Peak was strong, forming clouds surrounding the mountains, giving out a fresh spiritual feel to the peak.

The peak's vitality may be strong but it was still not as rich as the bamboo residence of the lower house.

As cultivators would release the old and absorb the new, thus heaven and earth's vitality would be attracted to the location of the cultivators. They generally pick mountain and hills as their gathering spot and with the help of some Fengshui techniques, their vitality would be enriched, making it easier for cultivation.

The two peaks of Zifu and Tianyuan generally had stronger vitality compared to Yuyang and Qingliang. Thus, setting up adobes and Fengshui arrangement there would boost their vitality, giving them an extra edge against the upper house and lower house.

This was the so-called 'wealthy celestial land', in terms of practice and cultivation.

Ordinary disciples like Shen Lian did not have the rights to set up abodes at places like Zifu or Tianyuan. However, they were not banned from entering the two peaks.

It was all good as long as they do not interrupt their teachers and elders' practice and cultivation. It would not be easy for them if they deliberately offended their seniors.

Shen Lian wondered what was it like to be in other schools of Celestialism. He felt that Qing Xuan's rules were indeed very undemanding. The only two applicable were 'to not disturb others' and 'to not betray your school'.

It felt like an old moral saying that goes ”the chicken and the dog can hear each other but they would never make contact with each other”.

The windy roads in the mountain and cicada singing lead to another complex trail. One may come across an exquisite Daoist academy with an open cornice, celestial abodes that relied on the mountain or even bamboo residences built on the rocks.

These buildings were like lost stars in a cold night, scattered around, yet natural without a hint of abruptness.

The Taiwei pavilion was located in the deepest section of the Zifu Peak. It was standing independently and divided into three floors.

The pavilion did not appear to look shabby but it gave a feeling of vicissitudes of life.

Shen Lian had visited the forbidden city during his past life and he was able to feel the silent flow of years. On the other hand, Taiwei pavilion gave out a faint human-like feeling, sort of like an endless stream of vicissitudes of life, flowing slowly. He could not help but be impressed by it.

If someone was willing to learn, anywhere could be his pure land.

Taiwei pavilion's library was every Qing Xuan's cultivator's pure land.