Chapter 19

Su Chen locked himself in the study, letting the noise outside roar.

In front of him, there were no brush, ink, paper, or inkstone, only a warm, cyan jade slip, which was a spiritual object he had brought back from the Three Stars Cave.

He used his fingers as a pen, with faint golden light lingering at his fingertips, carving in the air on the jade slip.

He turned his own previous martial arts insights, from the fisticuffs of a beginner to the true meaning of axe Dao realized from chopping wood over the past thirteen years, and even some superficial methods for strengthening the body in the "Hunyuan Golden Core True Explanation," into invisible imprints, gradually merging them into the jade slip.

He did not leave behind the method of Immortal cultivation directly.

The road to Immortality is long; aptitude, temperament, and opportunity are all indispensable.

Forcing mortals to step into it is no different from pulling up seedlings to help them grow, which will only bring disaster.

All he could do was quietly open a window at the end of the martial arts path.

If there were truly a brilliant person among his descendants who could walk to the window with their own perseverance and comprehension and push it open, that would be their own fortune.

He named this martial arts classic "True Scripture of Asking the Dao."

Seven days later, Su Chen walked out of the study and handed the jade slip to Su Feng.

"Eldest Brother, these are some of my martial arts insights over the years. You, Wen'er, Yue'er, and the descendants of the Su family can all practice them. The threshold for this method is not high; diligent practice can strengthen the body and prolong life. If practiced to a high level, it may not be impossible to become a generation of grandmasters."

Su Feng took the jade slip solemnly, feeling its warmth.

He knew that this thin piece of jade slip was worth a fortune.

He looked at Su Chen, his lips moved, wanting to say something, but in the end, it only turned into: "Second Brother, you have worked hard."

Su Chen smiled and turned his gaze to the two little ones hiding behind Su Feng, peeking out.

"Wen'er, Yue'er, come here."

Su Wen and Su Yue looked at each other, ran to Su Chen with their short legs, looked up, their eyes full of curiosity.

"Second Uncle, are you going to teach us martial arts?" Su Wen squeezed his little fists, his face full of excitement.

He had long heard his father say that his Second Uncle was the world's number one hero a long time ago.

"You could say that," Su Chen squatted down and rubbed the heads of the two children, "But before learning martial arts, I must first help you clean out the impurities in your bodies, otherwise, practicing martial arts later will be half the effort for twice the result."

He had the two children sit cross-legged on the cushions in the room, instructing them not to move or be afraid no matter what happened.

Although Su Wen and Su Yue didn't quite understand, they believed in their Second Uncle's words and obediently closed their eyes.

Su Chen stood behind the two, raised his hands, and pressed them lightly on their heads.

Two gentle yet extremely pure strands of innate true essence, like trickling streams, slowly probed into the children's bodies.

Washing the marrow and cutting the bones was as easy as pie for him now.

His spiritual sense followed the true essence, clearly "seeing" the fragile meridians in the children's bodies, as well as the various acquired turbid Qi attached to the meridians, bones, and flesh.

These turbid Qi were accumulated by every mortal from birth, eating grains and breathing the common air.

Su Chen carefully controlled the true essence, stripping away the turbid Qi bit by bit, wrapping them, and then guiding them to be discharged from the body through the pores.

This process was easy for Su Chen, but not so comfortable for the two children.

At first, they only felt a warm current flowing in their bodies, which was very comfortable.

But gradually, their bodies began to itch, as if countless ants were crawling. Immediately after, a burst of stinging pain came, as if small needles were pricking them.

Su Wen's brows were tightly furrowed, his little face flushed red, and fine beads of sweat seeped from his forehead.

Su Yue's little mouth pouted, and she was about to cry.

"Keep your mind steady!"

Su Chen's voice was calm, but it seemed to carry a strange magic, making the restless hearts of the two children gradually settle down.

They remembered their Second Uncle's Immortal-like means and the "world's number one" reputation in their father's mouth, and a sense of heroism suddenly rose in their hearts.

That's right, Second Uncle is an Immortal, and we are his nephew and niece, how can we be cowards!

The two little ones gritted their teeth and endured without making a sound.

Soon, a layer of sticky black substance began to seep from their skin, emitting a foul, fishy smell.

"Wow, it stinks!" Su Yue was the first to lose her patience, opened her eyes, and pinched her nose.

Su Wen also opened his eyes, looked at the layer of black mud on his body, and wrinkled his little face in disgust.

"This is the garbage in your bodies," Su Chen withdrew his hands, looking at the nephew and niece who had turned into "little mud people," and couldn't help but smile.

He flicked his finger, drawing water from the well in the courtyard to shoot into the sky, turning into two gentle streams of water, rolling the two children up and spinning and washing them in mid-air.

"Wow!"

"We're flying!"

The two children were startled at first, then let out excited screams.

The pain of washing the marrow and the fishy smell on their bodies were instantly thrown to the back of their minds.

The water dissipated, and the two children landed on the ground clean.

Their skin became fair and tender, like newly shelled eggs, and their eyes were black and white, shining amazingly.

They only felt very comfortable, and their bodies seemed much lighter.

"Thank you, Second Uncle!" the two little ones shouted in unison, their voices crisp and loud.

Su Feng and his wife entered from outside the courtyard upon hearing the sound, and were both shocked and happy to see this scene.

Although they didn't understand what had happened, they knew that this must be good for their children.

In the following days, Su Chen began to formally teach the two children the introductory mental method of the "True Scripture of Asking the Dao."

He was not in a hurry to teach moves, but let them start from standing on stakes.

Every morning, before dawn, two small figures could be seen in the courtyard, standing in horse stances with great seriousness.

Su Chen didn't say much, just occasionally picked up a tree branch when their posture was wrong, and tapped them lightly on the body.

That tap was not heavy, but it carried a force that allowed them to instantly find the most correct and labor-saving way to exert force.

The Su family got back on track, and the compensation sent by the Wang family made the originally tight family finances suddenly become substantial.

Su Feng used this money not only to revitalize the silk shop but also to cooperate with other firms, and the business grew bigger and bigger.

In Mianshui County, no one dared to be disrespectful to the Su family.

Everyone knew that the Su family's Second Young Master was a living Immortal who couldn't be provoked.

Su Chen didn't ask about this; every day, besides teaching his nephew and niece, he stayed by his parents' side, enjoying this rare peace.

On this day, Su Chen was refining elixirs in his room when his heart suddenly stirred, and he looked up at the sky to the east of the county.

There, a stream of light invisible to the naked eye of mortals was coming toward Mianshui County at an extremely fast speed.

Su Chen's brows furrowed slightly.