Chapter 209 Oh Lord, Why Treat Me So Badly (1/2)

Yan Bugui smiled and said, ”What a perfect timing to be here Chief. We both share the same feeling, let us drink to our satisfaction”.

Everyone who attained the Dao of Dan would not possibly be the same, but once they had achieved this without obstacles, they would all feel the excitement in them.

This scenario was like when Buddha touched a flower and Mahakashyapa smiled, understanding his indescribable emotions without speaking a word.

The inn was owned by Yan Bugui. He decides when it ends its business hour, he was quite ruthless in nature after all. This drink that he was treating Shen Lian, was naturally good wine.

A day later, outside Mount Qing Xuan, the winds and clouds were rumbling for eight continuous days before it stopped. Just because this happened in the outside world, it caused quite a stir amongst the cultivators outside.

In the span of fifty years, there were three cultivators who attained Huandan on their own consecutively, which was a sign of a wave of talents and the prospering of school. One should understand that once a cultivator had reached Huandan, they could be addressed as Master, and be considered as a Daoist.

Moreover, within the Dao sect, those cultivators who gained Huandan on their own would celebrate a much greater success than those non-formal cultivators.

This was because Dan Dao might put more emphasis on understanding, but breaking through whims and gaining Primordial Spirit required a solid foundation. Otherwise, even a naturally talented person might break through whims, but they might lose grip at the step of gaining Primordial Spirit and fail the whole process.

Such occurrence was not rare.

In fact, in the beginning, it was difficult for the originator of Dao to achieve immortality, but with his seniors' experience, added with resources and literature, generations' worth of accumulation had help this major advantage.

Hence the motto of Qing Xuan, 'To practice cultivation, one should practice their heart first' had its meaning, because the resources of the origin sect were not lacking, the challenging part lied in the practice of Dao heart'.

For the non-formal cultivators to achieve the level Huandan, one could not imagine how much suffering they had to go through. The toughness of their spirits would be as solid as king kong, but this was where a problem could occur to their foundation.

As per quoted, the normal peasants would rebel. There were many heroic characters that would rise as a leader, but finally, there were very few who succeeded, all due to the lack of foundation.

There were many Daoists in the Qing Xuan Hall. As always, the Doyens and the disciples all stood in separate rows.

Shen Lian was performing the Golden Elixir, Jin Dan, Ceremony on Yan Bugui, where 'Jin' which nature was indestructible, and 'Dan' signified fullness.

Shen Lian possessed the sword will from Chen Jianmei, so when he inherited the orthodoxy from the chief, he did not receive the will of dharma from Grandmaster Yuanqing, which made sense too.

In the hall, Yan Bugui entered graciously and put on his Dao robe. Cultivating Daoism was not his early intention, but now he had no choice but to cultivate. After all, there were so many fun things to do in the human world, and he needed a long lifespan to enjoy them.

As he came in front of Shen Lian, Yan Bugui kneeled, not towards Shen Lian but to the previous generations of Grandmaster of Qing Xuan. Without these ancestors, the future generation would not have had these days.

Drink the water and be grateful for its source. The ceremony of Daoist, also helps to set an example to other disciples, as the road ahead was not dark.

Every cultivator could light up a lamp, as the ones in front shone themselves, while they shine the roads for those behind.

'The Celestial touched my head, and I was passed on the secret to immortality.'

Shen Lian felt neither happiness nor sadness. He pointed towards Yan Bugui's cavity, and a long-winded and deep sense of the meaning of Dao, appeared from an empty void. Different from the first time, Shen Lian could feel this surge of sensation. Looking towards the ends of the milky way, a Daoist stood there with his arms folded. His body formed a sword aura piercing through the stars, as nature and elements would cheer at the grace of this sword.

The Daoist had a stern look, seemed to look towards Shen Lian. What seemed like a sigh turned into a sentence:

'Daoism is as vast as the sky which I could not come out of.'

So many emotions, transcending like loneliness, like sadness.