Chapter 165: The Sisters Are Too Pure

Yihua Palace.

These three characters were not only a taboo in the Wu Lin, but also a taboo for Yan Nantian now; hearing that Gu Qing's entire purpose was Yihua Palace, Yan Nantian grew agitated even while lying in bed.

"Are you a disciple of Yihua Palace?"

Zhang Sanniang assumed it naturally.

Xiao Yuer's gaze also fixed on Gu Qing; when he was seven or eight, a mysterious figure had sneaked into the Valley of Evil and kidnapped him, revealing the truth of that time and instructing Xiao Yuer to hate Yihua Palace. Though Xiao Yuer did not hate it, he could not help but pay more attention to Yihua Palace.

"No."

Gu Qing flatly denied it.

"No?"

Zhang Sanniang asked in surprise: "Then why do you say 'your Yihua Palace'?"

Nearby, Murong Jiu, Zhang Jing, Tie Xinlan, and Gu Renyu all turned to Gu Qing, curious about his origins.

Gu Qing felt there was nothing wrong in saying it aloud, so he spoke frankly: "I want to marry Yao Yue and Lian Xing."

Marry Yao Yue and Lian Xing?

This answer left Yan Nantian momentarily stunned.

The mistresses of Yihua Palace were peerlessly elegant; Yan Nantian knew this well, but he also knew their cruel temperaments. Had his facial nerves not been impaired, he might have burst out laughing.

Zhang Sanniang looked at Gu Qing and nearly couldn't help asking: If you want to marry the mistress of Yihua Palace, why not marry me?

Zhang Sanniang and the mistress of Yihua Palace were both famed for their beauty, yet today, the Jade Beauty Zhang Sanniang still had many suitors, while the mistress of Yihua Palace had none.

"I've heard you mention Wei Wuya."

Zhang Sanniang spoke gently: "Do you know that once, Wei Wuya also pursued the mistress of Yihua Palace, only to be hunted down by her?"

Gu Qing knew this well.

Gu Qing also knew that Wei Wuya, unable to win her love, had raised a beautiful woman named Su Ying in a deep valley, hoping her demeanor would resemble Yao Yue's.

"I am not like Wei Wuya."

Gu Qing said.

Zhang Sanniang offered a rare gentle smile—young people who have had it too easy always think themselves extraordinary; she had nothing more to say and would let Gu Qing have his way.

When Xiao Xianyu Zhang Jing heard Gu Qing wanted to marry Yao Yue, she quietly observed Murong Jiu; seeing Murong Jiu's expression remain unchanged from start to finish, she finally believed Murong Jiu and Gu Qing were utterly pure, their bond limited only to the transmission of inner energy.

After Yan Nantian awoke, Zhang Sanniang stayed by his side; Xiao Xianyu Zhang Jing also came in for a while, watching Yan Nantian's indescribable state, and seeing her usually icy mother tenderly attend to him—Zhang Jing realized this was no time to ask about his origins, so she left first.

The sun neared dusk.

Inside Murong Manor, Zhang Jing paced and saw Gu Qing, dressed in tight-fitting attire, feet soles facing each other, sitting cross-legged. During his days at Murong Manor, Zhang Jing had learned that whenever free, Gu Qing practiced martial arts morning and evening; now, his seated posture was not like Daoist qi cultivation, but resembled Indian yoga.

Gu Qing practiced openly, without any concealment, so Zhang Jing watched openly, observing him regulate his breath, shift his posture, circulate his blood and qi, until a thin sheen of sweat formed on his skin. In this process, Gu Qing suddenly inverted himself; within his body came several thuds, as if breaking through several barriers—his true qi flowed faster, sweat beaded on his forehead, then he flipped upright again.

"Is this Indian yoga?"

Xiao Xianyu asked after Gu Qing finished his practice.

"Correct."

Gu Qing reached up and touched his crown; during his cultivation of the Yoga Secret Transmission, the Dragon and Elephant Bodhi Power had naturally broken through another level, granting Gu Qing an additional hundred jin of strength in every movement. His entire body's force and blood flow now seemed unified—his muscles, at this stage, had become soft as water, soft as cotton, yet whenever his will moved, his power responded instantly, tensing without delay.

Buddhist sutras say the Buddha and Bodhisattvas possess eighty auspicious marks, one of which is smooth, clean limbs with hidden tendons and bones; after reaching the eighth level of Dragon and Elephant Bodhi Power, Gu Qing had begun to resemble this.

"Why are you touching your head?" Xiao Xianyu asked curiously.

"Nothing."

Gu Qing released his hand; each time he broke through a level of Dragon and Elephant Bodhi Power, his crown sank inward, so every breakthrough, he used good karma to repair his crown, preventing his head from becoming dented.

Xiao Xianyu, coming from a family steeped in tradition, had some knowledge of yoga and asked: "I've heard that Indian yoga cultivates the virtue of 'endurance'—one must possess great patience—and upon full mastery, the bones become supple and bendable, the body smooth as a snake, the physique and functions utterly unlike ordinary people, capable of enduring pain no one else can bear and performing feats no one else can achieve."

Gu Qing nodded: "Yoga does have this ability, but 'endurance' is not the right word—it should be 'sincerity.'"

In The Legend of Lu Xiaofeng, Gong Jiu also practiced Indian yoga—he could go three days and nights without food or water, be sealed in a coffin and buried for four or five days, appearing emaciated like a corpse, yet move with perfect composure, and recover surface injuries swiftly even after being whipped until his body was lacerated.

In Xiao Shi Yi Lang, the Wuxiang Divine Art of the Carefree Marquis was a form of yoga.

Even ancient Indian yoga possessed a constant self-healing ability.

"Really that miraculous?"

Xiao Xianyu asked curiously.

!

"If you want to learn, I can teach you."

Gu Qing smiled at Xiao Xianyu: "Believe me, no one understands yoga better than I do."

The Yoga Secret Arts of Jinlun Fawang and the Old Man had allowed Gu Qing to master the strengths of both Jin and Gu schools—he could easily guide Xiao Xianyu in yoga.

Having heard of yoga's wonders and now seeing Gu Qing practice, and with his offer to teach, Xiao Xianyu walked boldly to Gu Qing's front, sat cross-legged, and asked him to instruct her.

Gu Qing studied Xiao Xianyu, admiring her radiant beauty, and taught her meticulously, imparting the entire foundation of the Yoga Secret Transmission. While reciting scriptures and explaining key points, he used yoga's "throat chakra" to help her clear distractions, enabling her to enter meditation swiftly.

This meditation lasted a full hour.

Xiao Xianyu snapped back to awareness, feeling her body tingling, yet filled with a profound joy—after this meditation, many troubles had slipped from her mind.

"How is it? Isn't the Yoga Secret Transmission wonderful?"

Gu Qing suddenly spoke.

Xiao Xianyu beamed and nodded, sensing her own body: "My true qi has grown significantly!"

"Practice well."

Gu Qing rose with a smile: "When you've fully mastered this, come back and I'll give you the next set of mantras."

Xiao Xianyu happily agreed, practicing her whip for a while longer; she felt that after practicing yoga, her whip movements had become more fluid, her control over strength and true qi more precise.

"Yoga really must be cultivated!"

Xiao Xianyu, sweating, prepared to return to her room for a bath and sleep, when suddenly a white shadow flashed past.

"My mother?"

She didn't catch a clear glimpse, frowned slightly, and followed; the white shadow entered Gu Qing's room directly—Xiao Xianyu's heart leapt, she crept closer, broke the window, and saw the white-clad figure was Murong Jiu; her tense heart finally eased.

Then Xiao Xianyu saw Murong Jiu unfasten her robes and embrace Gu Qing in her arms.

"Sss…"

Xiao Xianyu gasped, covering her mouth—these sisters and Gu Qing were too pure!

(End of Chapter)