Chapter 75

Fishing is a technical craft: setting the spot, scattering bait, waiting patiently, hooking the catch, and finally, a lethal strike.

With two Saints by his side and the Void Mirror and Chaos Green Lotus suppressing the area, Lin Xian felt unprecedentedly relaxed, spending a leisurely time at Zhuofeng.

He set aside his cultivation, no longer seeking the Dao from the perspective of chasing fame and fortune.

Instead, it was as if he were in retirement, checking in at the Taixuan Gate; today he would stroll around the main peak, tomorrow he would go to Star Peak to perceive the power of the stars.

When the sun set, he would return to Zhuofeng, find two or three friends, brew tea, and discuss the Dao, feeling comfortable and free.

Moving with ease, for a time he truly fulfilled the true meaning of nourishing life and conceiving the spirit in the Dao Palace.

Although he did not cultivate deliberately, his realm was growing, advancing toward the second heaven of the Dao Palace.

With earth and wood supporting each other, Lin Xian's second god was the God of Wood, the Green Emperor, growing ever closer to the natural Dao of Zhuofeng, witnessing the evolution from prosperity to decay.

It was as if mysterious trajectories appeared between heaven and earth, forming complex and profound rules and order, deriving mysterious patterns and motifs.

"This mountain peak is not just a scripture; it is even a weapon."

Lin Xian held a Chaos Green Lotus in his hand, perceiving the Green Wood Dao, comparing the differences between Zhuofeng and the Imperial weapon, and could not help but whisper:

"A Saint weapon does not have this aura, and an Imperial weapon is impossible; could the founder of Zhuofeng be a Quasi-Emperor, and is this his Quasi-Emperor weapon?"

If this were true, the founder of Zhuofeng would truly be extraordinary, using mountains and rivers as an array, and grass and wind as weapons, making one think of that Jar Heavenly Emperor from the Saint Ruins era across countless epochs.

At the beginning of ancient times, who passed down the Dao?

It was the ancestors themselves who observed the mountains and rivers, touched the grass and trees, entered the vast seas, and gazed at the stars, touching all things; only then did the Dao gradually come into being!

Heaven and earth change, epochs alternate, and the Great Dao collapses; only those mountains, rivers, sun, and moon, and the grass and wind remain unchanged, collapsing and rebuilding, withering and flourishing, like one reincarnation after another.

The epochs of millions of years are long, and the eras of tens of millions of years are enduring; cultivators lament ancient history, yet forget that the stars beneath their feet have already passed through billions of years of time.

With 5.6 billion years of time flowing by, where is the great power?

It is in the vast seas, in the deep blue, among the stars; it is everywhere, hanging upon all things in the universe!

"A grain of dust, a blade of grass, all can chant scriptures!"

"This is the true natural scripture, this is the true natural Dao!"

Lin Xian smiled knowingly and walked toward the pavilion halfway up the mountain; Ye Fan was there, and he needed to return the Bodhi seed to him.

A bright moon shone, casting mottled light and shadows; the moonlight was cool, and a few people sat idly in the courtyard enjoying the moon.

Ye Fan looked up at the bright moon in the starry sky, unable to help but miss his hometown; his poetic spirit surged, and he whispered: "Only the clear breeze on the river and the bright moon between the mountains, which the ear hears as sound and the eye meets as color, can be taken without prohibition and used without exhaustion."

"Why, do you also want to take the flying immortals to roam and embrace the bright moon for eternity?"

"There are moons on both sides, pick one to embrace."

Lin Xian teased with a smile, walking over, one hand pinching the Chaos Green Lotus, the other holding the Bodhi seed, merging with nature, as if he were also an Undying Immortal Medicine.

One could see lotuses blooming with every step he took, transcendent and refined, like a mountain spirit or a lotus immortal, as if the Green Emperor were commanding all things; around him, epiphyllums bloomed and green vines hung down, beautiful beyond description.

Ye Fan, however, was in no mood to appreciate this beautiful scenery, because he had two moons of different sizes, one on his left and one on his right.

Originally, Ye Fan had invited Ji Ziyue out to enjoy the moon, but her brother Ji Haoyue found out and insisted on tagging along.

Three moons serving Ye Fan alone—could this blessing be any smaller?

Ji Haoyue looked at Ye Fan with murderous intent; as long as this kid dared to make a move, he would smash him with a "Sea Rises with the Bright Moon," and then it would be four moons serving one Ye Fan.

"Master Lin, you have come... at a really bad time."

Ye Fan looked up at the sky in despair, at a forty-five-degree angle, trying hard not to cry.

"Returning the Bodhi seed to you."

Lin Xian handed the Undying Medicine to Ye Fan, the vision behind him dissipating, returning to simplicity, becoming an ordinary mortal, and said calmly: "However, there is one thing you got wrong."

"In this world, besides the clear breeze and the bright moon, there is another thing that is inexhaustible."

"What is that?" Ye Fan took the Bodhi seed, the Undying Medicine taking effect, and suddenly a great wisdom surged into his heart; a flash of inspiration struck, and he said thoughtfully: "Could it be love and justice?"

"Love your head!"

Lin Xian said irritably: "I am talking about the Xuanhuang Mother Qi root inside your body; with this thing, it can continuously produce Xuanhuang Qi, which can be called a perpetual motion machine."

The stars are in chaos, yin and yang are misplaced, and Xuanhuang gushes forth; ordinary people think that Xuanhuang is the Qi of Chaos.

But true cultivators naturally do not think so, believing that Xuan is the essence of heaven and Huang is the marrow of earth, which is the essence of heaven and earth, hence Xuanhuang represents heaven and earth.

Xuanhuang is the essence of heaven and earth, the mother Qi of all things, an immortal object that tempers all tangible substances, and it is no weaker than the nine great divine metals.

"So it can actually be produced?"

Ji Ziyue's eyes were incredibly excited, looking at Ye Fan as if he were a donkey on a production team, her bright little tiger teeth and cute little dimples appearing at the same time, saying: "We have shared hardships, we can be called friends of life and death; hurry up and produce a few squares of Xuanhuang Mother Qi that can refine an Ultimate Imperial weapon for me!"

Ji Haoyue also cast a strange look; Ultimate materials are rare, and even ancient families do not have many pieces.

"A square?" Ye Fan said irritably: "Do you really think I am a donkey on a production team? Besides, a single wisp of Xuanhuang Qi is enough to crush a mountain range; even if I wanted to take it, I can't get it out right now."

"Who says so?" Lin Xian smiled slightly, raised the Chaos Green Lotus in his hand, and said leisurely: "Chaos gives birth to the Green Lotus; it can even carry Chaos Qi, let alone Xuanhuang Qi."

"That's still not enough; the Xuanhuang Mother Qi can probably only spit out a wisp of excess Xuanhuang Qi a year."

Ye Fan shook his head and said: "If you really want to collect enough Xuanhuang Qi to refine an Ultimate Imperial weapon, you will have to wait at least ten thousand years for me."

"Like that." Ji Ziyue immediately pouted in disappointment; ten thousand years was too long, she would have turned from a little fairy into an old woman, so what would she need an Ultimate Imperial weapon for?

"I have my own opportunities." Ji Haoyue had pride and wanted to seize an Imperial weapon, but he also had integrity and could not do the dirty deed of seizing treasures from his own people.

Lin Xian, however, did not care at all, saying leisurely: "Ten thousand years is but a snap of the fingers; one Imperial weapon's worth of material, in one hundred thousand years that's ten Imperial weapons, and if it's one million years, maybe you could pile up enough material for an Immortal weapon."

The Ye Heavenly Emperor's wool can never be fully sheared, it simply cannot be sheared.

This was also the reason why Lin Xian did not go looking for other immortal metals; immortal metals are hard to come by and even more dangerous, so how could it be as happy as sitting on a gold mountain and waiting to collect interest?

"One million years, Master Lin, you really think highly of me." Ye Fan was between laughter and tears, shook his head and said: "Who in the world can be immortal? If I really lived for one million years, I would have already become an immortal."

"By then, don't talk about Imperial weapon materials, I'll even refine an Immortal weapon for you."