Chapter 131

Four Assemblies Qingjun

Although Chi Pengpeng is under True Person Ouyang and seems vaguely hostile to Zixu Heaven, no one knows about Ruan Ci's mental cultivation. Even her going out today was a sudden impulse. If True Person Ouyang could arrange this so intricately, Ruan Ci would be willing to fall for his scheme. Therefore, she did not suspect the "Xuanzhu Record" gifted by Chi Pengpeng. Upon returning to the mountain, she studied it diligently and gained quite a lot, secretly thinking, "It seems that all great cultivators are inclusive of both true and miscellaneous cultivation; there are no longer any who focus solely on one method. For some cultivators, true cultivation is merely to accumulate cultivation base and provide longevity for miscellaneous cultivation, and their life's achievements are placed even more on miscellaneous cultivation."

When she said this, she naturally thought of True Person Su Yin Bai Shui of the Nine Nether Valley. She is a great cultivator of the Grotto-Heaven and also a master of mental cultivation. Ruan Ci had seen the "love seeds" she released after Meng Lingyue's death, but love seeds are only one type of mental cultivation. The "Xuanzhu Record" introduces that a cultivator's various thoughts—whether greed, anger, resentment, or love and joy—can all be refined into mental power. Usually, they are refined into bead shapes, which is also the explanation for the Buddhist prayer beads. Many high-ranking Buddhist monks refine their own thoughts that do not conform to the precepts into prayer beads, wearing them on their bodies to reflect on themselves at all times. The "Xuanzhu Record" mainly focuses on refining the various floating thoughts in a cultivator's heart into mysterious beads. These mysterious beads can also be used crudely, but the methods are vague. It can only be said to be an introductory method for mental cultivation, but the principles are harmonious and upright, showing it is very high-level. If it were to circulate in the market, I believe it would also set off a wave of snatching.

Ruan Ci's distress is very similar to Chi Pengpeng's; both experienced various joys and sorrows in the identities of others or other things. Chi Pengpeng is a bit better off; she only lived as a butterfly for a hundred years, and she herself is already over a hundred years old. But even so, she still feels a sense of doubt between truth and illusion. Ruan Ci, however, has experienced hundreds of years of rich time and still often feels sad and lost to this day, which shows how severe it is. Their practice of the "Xuanzhu Record" is nothing more than to refine these emotions that do not belong to them into beads. As for using the beads to influence other cultivators, or absorbing the memories and emotions of the beads, that belongs to the outer path for them, and it is not yet time to understand it. Now that she has obtained this "Xuanzhu Record," Ruan Ci practiced it diligently. In just half a month, she refined the emotional thoughts of Ling Yuan, Chang Chunfeng, Qu Pingting, and even Elder Diwu Cang into beads, but the memories still remained.

At this time, recalling the scenery of North North Youzhou, it was still vivid in her mind, but no longer familiar or intimate. Those emotions seemed to be separated by a barrier and had been fixed, with only a trace of resonance left, making her understand Ling Yuan's attachment to North North Youzhou. Ruan Ci's heart finally felt a little lighter. With her personality, even if she felt bitter about Ling Yuan's death, she would never be so entangled as to delay her proper business.

She picked up the four beads and looked at them one by one. In Ling Yuan's emotional thoughts, his attachment to North North Youzhou, his intimacy and gratitude toward the people of his sect, and even his concern for that remnant soul were all clear and distinct. She didn't know if it was because Ling Yuan's cultivation was relatively the highest and his divine sense the most powerful, or because Ruan Ci's cultivation was also higher when she crossed over, allowing her to experience more. Chang Chunfeng's emotional thoughts were the smallest and most mottled, with only vague anxiety, concern for his sect, his junior sister, and the few new friends who followed him.

In Qu Pingting's emotional thoughts, the clearest was her desire for Foundation Establishment, followed by concern for her senior brother and sisters. Other than that, there was nothing else; she did not care about the others in the Qu family. And that bead of Elder Diwu Cang's emotional thoughts was the most turbid and ugly, almost entirely composed of greed and anger. Ruan Ci almost wanted to discard it, but then she thought that this was, after all, separated from her own sea of consciousness, and perhaps it would merge back into the sea of consciousness at some point, so she kept a hand in it, put it away as before, and casually placed some restrictions on it, still keeping it in her bosom.

At this time, her thoughts had gradually calmed down. Not being influenced by Ling Yuan, she was no longer so soft-hearted. Ruan Ci adjusted her breath for another dozen days until all her states were at their best. Her spiritual platform was empty and void, with only her divine sense lively and rippling above her Dao foundation, stirring up ripples. Above the Dao foundation, spiritual liquid dripped, making a soft "tick-tock" sound; everything was perfect. Only then did she secretly operate her mental method and silently recite, "The Dragon resides in the Zhen position when it enters, the Tiger's number is born in the first palace, the moon is full in the sky, the human spirit fills the body, the sun and moon have their times, reverse the yin and yang, the Taiyi has a lord, in the heart's landscape, who can see it, it cannot be measured, the jade pool is full of water, pour it into the dantian..."

In her sea of consciousness, that Taiyi Lord flew out again. This time, Ruan Ci had already established her Foundation, and the Lord she saw was more vivid, no longer a stiff statue like clay or wood, but an exquisite jade statue with long robes trailing on the ground and a cinnabar dot between the brows, as if it were a living person. His eyes emitted thousands of rays of light, and as he looked over, it seemed as if he had seen through all three of Ruan Ci's lives. A strange feeling surged in Ruan Ci's heart. She remained calm and met his gaze, secretly thinking, "He was this vivid when I established my Foundation; what if I come again when I form my Core? He wouldn't be able to speak, would he?"

That Taiyi Lord seemed to have seen through her thoughts, a genuine smile appeared on his lips, and the light in his eyes became extremely bright, enveloping Ruan Ci. She only felt herself being sucked in by his eyes, falling continuously in that myriad of colorful light, but unlike the first time she practiced mental cultivation, she did not cross over to the Qinghua Heaven in a daze.

This time, as she fell, images seemed to flash rapidly in the tunnel of light beside her, and there were vague human voices, as if they were arguing about something. It was just that Ruan Ci's eyesight was insufficient to see clearly. As soon as her heart moved and she wanted to look, she felt a wave of nausea, as if she couldn't bear this extreme speed, and her consciousness gradually blurred.

Ruan Ci was naturally unwilling and fought back several times, wanting to wake up, but she couldn't. It was like having a nightmare, struggling to wake up, and even her sleep was very uneasy. Finally, she let out a loud cry and jumped up from the couch, only to realize that she didn't know when she had been lying in a magnificent house, and she had changed into a beautiful dress. Ruan Ci looked around and felt that even the floor of this house was made of precious materials overflowing with spiritual energy, which was countless times more luxurious than the Eternal Dao City. Even if she weren't in a dream, she wouldn't be able to step foot here—the spiritual pressure released by these precious materials was not something a Foundation Establishment cultivator could handle. It was like the main hall where True Person Wang's true body resided; Ruan Ci had never been there once. The spiritual pressure and karma there, if even a trace leaked out, would have a huge impact on her.

She reached out and pinched the fabric of her jacket and skirt. This dress was as light as shark silk, yet extremely sturdy, as if it carried powerful magic power itself. As soon as Ruan Ci's thoughts moved, it carried her, her feet not touching the ground, and she drifted outside. Her rosy cape fluttered behind her, as if she were an immortal. When she passed a bright mirror, Ruan Ci glanced at it and was slightly startled. She was naturally born quite well, but this great beauty in the mirror, with eyes containing clear dew and thin temples with yellow forehead, made her feel a bit like a stranger at first sight.

"Is this what I look like when I grow up?"

She couldn't help but feel a bit curious, and she didn't know why she had changed into grand attire and grown a bit older when she came to meet this time. When she was carried out of the door by that magnificent dress, she saw the corridors winding and the eaves high and sharp; she was actually in a huge palace. Everything in the palace was perfect, and there were many beautiful maidens and young children like heavenly beings flying and playing in the air. Ruan Ci looked closely and saw that each of them had at least Core Formation cultivation.

Looking toward the horizon, there were also green mountains and beautiful waters, indescribably broad and grand. In the distance, one could vaguely see Dao cities among the mountains, all with orderly houses, making one involuntarily admire and secretly sigh at the magnificent scenery. Ruan Ci had already had the fate to see the Eternal Dao City and had felt it was luxurious at the time, but seeing the Qinghua Heaven at this moment, she knew what a Dao Ancestor's display was.

She enjoyed herself in front of the palace for a long time, gradually losing interest, but she still didn't see Qingjun. She couldn't help but look around, and suddenly she saw a young boy peeking from the corner of the palace, waving at her, and then putting his finger to his lips, making a gesture for silence. Ruan Ci couldn't help but feel a bit puzzled. She rode her magnificent dress and flew over. The boy looked ordinary, but in her divine sense, it was undoubtedly Qingjun.

Although she knew that Dao Ancestors have thousands of incarnations and it wouldn't be strange for them to turn into anything, this little attendant still made Ruan Ci curious. She didn't speak but made a questioning gesture. The boy said softly, "That annoying ghost is here. Don't speak, wait for me to send him away first."

Ruan Ci couldn't help but feel a bit curious, secretly thinking, "Although he is an annoying ghost, he can enter Qingjun's Dao field. It seems that the relationship between Qingjun and this annoying ghost is not bad."

The boy spat and said in a low voice, "Who has a good relationship with him? It's just that he is bold. My Qinghua Heaven does not exclude other Daos. He came because he wanted to, I didn't invite him."

Ruan Ci was slightly startled, but she was naturally intelligent and already understood Qingjun's meaning. It seems that whether a Dao Ancestor's spiritual domain excludes other Daos can also be chosen. If one is bold, one can naturally visit at any time and be an uninvited guest, but one must also be prepared for the rules of the spiritual domain to change and be expelled—even if at a certain moment when one cannot leave the spiritual domain, the rules suddenly change, I wonder if the Dao Ancestor who has left his own Dao would become abnormally weak, or even be killed quickly?

"You guessed right, so this person is not only annoying but also reckless," the boy said. "He is even more annoying, I really don't like him."

Although Ruan Ci also knew that a cultivator's incarnation's upper limit would not exceed the set cultivation, for example, when Qu Qu Tan Yue's incarnation came to see her, that incarnation had Qi Refining cultivation, so the divine sense was also at the Qi Refining stage, and the thoughts would not be as comprehensive as the main body. And this boy was only at the Core Formation stage, so it was natural that his personality was completely different from Qingjun's own, but she still couldn't help but be amused, secretly thinking, "Even a naive Core Formation cultivator wouldn't be this simple. Qingjun's incarnation seems to speak even less like a real person than Seeing Tianlu."

Speaking of Seeing Tianlu, she thought of True Person Wang again and couldn't help but raise her hand to look at the sleeves that were faintly glowing with rosy light, secretly thinking, "It's a pity that these clothes definitely can't be taken back, and this appearance of mine—if True Person could see it, humph... let him compare me to a little pig again!"

Just as she was thinking this, she heard a chime in the palace, and the heavenly beings flew over, some playing flutes, some playing zithers. For a time, immortal music drifted, and clothes fluttered, an indescribable immortal atmosphere. Two figures walked out of the palace hand in hand. Ruan Ci was curious and wanted to see, but was afraid of being sensed. Just as she was hesitating, the boy covered her eyes and secretly opened a slit, saying softly, "Steal a look through my fingers, just one look."

Ruan Ci looked as told and saw that Qingjun was still the same calm and romantic person as before, without any of the boy's playfulness. A tall man stood beside her, naturally also handsome and extraordinary, smiling and talking to Qingjun about something. He looked elegant and approachable, but for some reason, it made Ruan Ci feel extremely familiar, as if he were someone she had been close to all her life. Although they had never met, the feeling of longing in her heart surged naturally.

She couldn't help but be very surprised and was about to look a few more times when the boy's fingers closed. Ruan Ci didn't dare to struggle. After a while, she heard the immortal music fade away. When the boy let go, there was only the rustling bamboo forest in front of her, and the palace and heavenly beings didn't know where they had gone.

Only Ruan Ci was still in her magnificent dress, standing there looking a bit out of place. She looked around and felt a little embarrassed. Qingjun saw this and smiled, "So my little friend likes that scene just now more."

She waved her sleeve, and the magnificent scene appeared again. The two were standing in the highest courtyard of the palace built against the mountain. Qingjun led Ruan Ci to the pavilion to sit down, looked her up and down, and praised, "Very beautiful."

Ruan Ci was even more embarrassed. Even if she had some beauty, how could she compare with Qingjun? She couldn't help but pout and complain, "This wasn't my intention either. Didn't Qingjun dress me up like this?"

Qingjun smiled, "How could I do such a thing? This reflects your inner heart. You have grown up and have some girl's thoughts, don't you? You want others to see you looking beautiful and come to approach you, so here, you have become this way. Am I right?"

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Updated, sorry for the wait everyone, I will send out the red envelopes for chapter 129 in a while.

Question: Who is the Dao Ancestor who came to see Qingjun?

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