Chapter 52: The Holy Monk of the Great Snow Mountain, the Three True Ancestors

Mount Zhongnan, at its foot, noon.

A towering ancient tree stands tall, with dark green pines and cypresses.

Beneath its shade.

A luxurious carriage rests, swaying gently.

Four fine steeds pull it, clearly signaling the owner’s nobility.

Six servants outside stand motionless as stone statues, expressionless, eyes vacant.

Inside the carriage, however, springtime revelry unfolds.

Two soft, breathless voices drift from the window.

“Holy Monk, your Buddhist power is boundless—I… oh! I can’t hold on anymore.”

“Holy Monk, don’t favor only my sister—please show some mercy to me too.”

With a sudden surge, a heavy gasp echoed.

The carriage stopped swaying!

A dampness filled the air inside.

On the carriage’s bed lay two nude bodies, faces flushed, revealing vast stretches of pale skin.

One lay limp, eyes glazed, utterly spent.

The other, a beautiful matron, lips slightly curled, her beauty spot adding extra allure.

She coiled around the young monk like a serpent, her bare foot hooked around his waist.

The monk was strikingly handsome, almost otherworldly, with thin lips radiating a sinister charm.

“Holy Monk, if we draw close to you, will we bear children?”

The matron’s eyes shimmered, her tone tinged with shyness and unease.

The monk chuckled softly:

“Madam, rest easy. This old monk has cultivated for so long—I’ve reached the realm of refining essence into fluid; no child will come.”

The matron laughed, her body trembling with mirth.

“Holy Monk, your face is as youthful as a boy—why call yourself ‘this old monk’? Besides… you’re far more potent than my cowardly husband.”

The monk was already dressing, smiling.

“Madam, appearance is but a vessel. Though I seem young, my years have long surpassed seventy.”

The matron clearly didn’t believe him, thinking it mere jest.

The two sisters came from prominent families in Jingcheng, both already married.

Beside the bed, quietly placed, was a spirit tablet carefully wrapped in white silk.

It was the tablet of her deceased husband.

Yet.

Now it bore some damp stains.

This year, after her husband’s death, she carried a wish for blessings and decided to journey to Mount Zhongnan.

Though Jingcheng had many temples, Mount Zhongnan had recently gained great renown, drawing countless wealthy households to pay homage.

Added to her growing boredom at home, she invited her sister along for company on the road.

Unexpectedly!

Along the way, she encountered this white-robed monk and was instantly drawn to his demeanor, longing to speak with him.

She thought—even just talking would be wonderful!

Her sister felt the same; both invited the white-robed monk onto the carriage without hesitation.

With the monk’s arrival!

The atmosphere inside the carriage grew charged.

The two women’s hearts burned like fire, beyond control—and what followed ensued.

They did talk—four mouths!

The matron parted her crimson lips with a teasing tone:

“Holy Monk, you truly have great fortune. My nephews and nieces all crave my sister’s and my beauty, often stealing our undergarments.”

“If they knew you enjoyed the company of both of us, they’d be envious beyond measure.”

The monk smiled.

“Madam, you underestimate this old monk. In my day, countless concubines of the Northern Wind Empress were my bed companions.”

“A man’s mouth is a liar’s tool!”

The matron teased:

“So we sisters have shared a bed with the Northern Wind Empress herself?”

“Still, tell me—did you come from Northern Wind?”

At this moment, the monk had fully dressed, his white robes fluttering.

“Yes. This old monk comes from the Great Snow Mountain of Northern Wind.”

The matron had never heard of the Great Snow Mountain.

“Holy Monk, as a Buddhist, why tread upon Daoist grounds?”

“To seek revenge.”

The white-robed monk spoke, voice heavy with sorrow:

“He was my favorite disciple—and my last bloodline in the mortal world!”

“I never imagined he’d die in Daqing.”

“Tell me—should I not seek vengeance?”

“Should that man not die?”

At these words,

the matron was awed by the monk’s aura, left speechless.

She felt only—

a strange coldness rising from her heart, fear gripping her.

Seeing her fear, the white-robed monk gently touched her cheek.

“This old monk has been impolite to a beauty. Amitabha.”

The white-robed monk said no more.

He turned and stepped from the carriage, gazing far toward Mount Zhongnan.

“Lu Chen, Lu Yu—you killed my disciple. I will make the entire Grand Void Sect pay in blood.”

The white-robed monk was none other than the master of Long Shu, the Great Snow Mountain’s Chan Master.

One of the four Grand Masters of Northern Wind.

Lord of the Great Snow Mountain—Kumu Chan Master.

A Grand Master is the pinnacle of mortal achievement.

The Great Snow Mountain is a Vajrayana Buddhist sect, practicing the Blissful Chan.

The union of man and woman!

Kumu had reached an exalted realm; those with impure hearts found him fatally alluring.

Many khans of the Northern Wind had trained at the Great Snow Mountain—what was called training was merely methods of absorbing yin to replenish yang.

This led to rampant debauchery in northern imperial harems, with the Empress’s position changing frequently.

The two women in the carriage had already lost their primordial yin to Kumu Chan Master—they would not live three years.

After the white-robed monk departed, the six servants regained their senses.

The matron hurriedly stepped from the carriage to search—

but there was no trace of the white-robed monk.

The exposed flesh on her body stirred the servants’ gazes with heat.

The matron felt hollow inside.

She wondered strangely—

how could a lady of noble birth commit such a scandalous act?

With a stranger monk…

…

…

Lu Chen continued his simulation.

【You thought of the Primordial Qi Art, and your curiosity deepened.】

【Since childhood, with mediocre talent, you trained the Great Yellow Court Scripture—you’ve reached its sixth level.】

【You’re merely a second-rate martial artist with ordinary internal breath.】

【The Great Yellow Court Scripture has twelve levels; the first six are easy to master, but each subsequent level demands exponentially more time.】

【Fortunately, each breakthrough doubles your true qi.】

【It is a gradual cultivation method; after another year of practice, your progress remains slow.】

【The Grand Void Sect has two internal arts: the Primordial Qi Art and the Great Yellow Court Scripture.】

【Its highest external arts are three: the Empty Mind Fist, the One Qi Three True Sword Art, and the Azure Wave Palm.】

The "One Qi, Three True Swords" is an advanced sword art of the Three True Sect, embodying the truth: "The Dao gives birth to One, One gives birth to Two, Two gives birth to Three, Three gives birth to all things." It delivers eighteen consecutive strikes, each split into three, so that when thrust, it appears as one technique—but in truth, it divides into three.

The "Azure Wave Palm" moves like endless tides, continuous and immensely powerful.

You have merely learned the "Void-Mind Fist." This fist technique uses softness to express fierce power and encompasses the true essence of Daoism—it is the highest martial art of the Three True Sect, said to have been written by the sect’s founding master at the moment of his death.

So... you decide

1. Obtain the "Primordial Qi Art."

2. Continue cultivating.

3. Participate personally. (1/3)

Yu Ke had no other thoughts.

Just take a look—it won’t hurt!

Yu Ke was also a little curious; with spiritual energy reviving, this scripture might be useful.

Could there be a connection between primordial qi and spiritual energy?

It wouldn’t hurt to obtain the "Primordial Qi Art" and take a look.

Yu Ke chose Option 1: Obtain the "Primordial Qi Art."

You asked your master, Liu Jinchan, for the secret manual of the "Primordial Qi Art."

(End of Chapter)