Chapter 101: Transmitting the Dharma

Just as Feng Zi was muttering to himself, Qingyang suddenly raised his head, grabbed his hand, and said eagerly:

"Fellow Daoist Cun Xin, you are truly a genius of cultivation! How did you ever think of this method of cultivation?

"Such a unique method of cultivation is completely different from the path of Qi Refining that I know...

"If this were to be spread, it would be a great merit that benefits all of Tianyuan; Fellow Daoist Cun Xin could surely soar to the heavens because of this!"

Wait, merit? What is that thing? Does this world even have something like "merit"?

The sheer amount of information in the few brief sentences exchanged with Qingyang caused Feng Zi's brain to "crash" more than once.

And he was still a transmigrator, possessing a basic understanding of certain concepts.

But Lu Hanwen and Li Shou had already given up thinking at this point, merely passively accepting Qingyang's rhetoric.

As for Qinglin... she was still burying her head in eating meat, and it was unknown whether she had even listened.

But after being stunned for a moment, Feng Zi had an idea in his heart and stood up abruptly:

"Since Fellow Daoist Qingyang is troubled by being unable to advance further, why don't I demonstrate the essence of the martial path?"

To tell the truth, teaching one's own cultivation method to a complete stranger was undoubtedly a very risky thing.

But the reason Feng Zi did this also stemmed from his own considerations.

The most important point was that he believed Qingyang was a person worthy of trust; this was the foundation of everything.

Secondly, Feng Zi would only teach the most basic martial cultivation techniques; naturally, he would not be foolish enough to reveal everything.

Finally, and also the most risky consideration, was that he wanted to conduct an experiment—

From the information Qingyang had inadvertently revealed, Feng Zi could almost conclude that this was the Tianyuan Jie of the past, perhaps even the primordial era before immortals were born!

After all, in this era, the very first Golden Core "great power" had only just been born, and martial cultivation was something unheard of.

To be honest... that a Golden Core was enough to be called a great power still left Feng Zi feeling somewhat amused and frustrated.

And he believed that with Lu Hanwen's intelligence, he must have reached the exact same conclusion.

According to the settings of the xianxia novels he read in his past life, such a world must have self-consistent rules similar to the "Origin of the Heavenly Dao."

Therefore, if an existence performed actions that did not conform to the historical trend, they would certainly be forcibly corrected by such an existence.

Thus, Feng Zi wanted to test it:

Deep down, he had a hidden instinct for "courting death."

Hearing Feng Zi's suggestion, Lu Hanwen and Li Shou both looked at him in surprise.

But he acted as if he didn't see it, only looking at Qingyang with overflowing enthusiasm: "How about it? Do you want to try it?"

The method of cultivation is the foundation of a person's standing in the world, hence the saying, "Since ancient times, the transmission of the Dharma is as thin as a hanging thread."

"This... is this really alright?" Qingyang naturally understood this point and looked at Feng Zi with excitement, his eyes full of gratitude:

The other party knew deeply that this was a monumental favor!

Feng Zi, however, only smiled calmly and pulled Qingyang up:

"What is there that isn't alright? But how much you can learn depends on your own ability."

Having said that, he proceeded to demonstrate a low-grade Fist Technique (not the Zhao Family Long Fist) and explained:

"Unlike the sitting in meditation of the Qi Refining path, the core of martial cultivation is the corresponding technique; take this Fist Technique as an example..."

Qingyang's comprehension was clearly not bad, and he was soon listening with fascination.

While listening, the other party kept nodding—when he heard the key points, he even began to gesture and dance involuntarily.

When Feng Zi finished demonstrating the Fist Technique, Qingyang's body also began to move unconsciously.

Although he could only imitate the surface, such progress was quite gratifying.

Feng Zi stood to the side, occasionally correcting the other party's way of exerting force.

Seeing that Qingyang was completely immersed in cultivation, Lu Hanwen finally came to Feng Zi's side and asked in a low voice: "Doing this... isn't it a bit too risky?"

Yes, it was indeed very risky.

But Feng Zi did not state any reasons or logic; he simply threw out a counter-question, blocking Lu Hanwen's doubts:

"Yes, it's very risky, but don't you want to see who exactly the person who pioneered the martial path is?"

A single sentence left Lu Hanwen silent:

That's right, having luckily arrived in this era that only existed in legends, did he really not want to leave his footprints in this era?

A man's nature is always passionate; no matter how many calculations he has in his heart, it is difficult to resist such heroism.

Of course, Feng Zi still had a bottom line in his heart, and in the end, he added:

"If what Qingyang said is true, then the strongest in this world today is only a Golden Core; with the strength of the four of us, self-preservation is always more than enough."

As long as he didn't encounter those mythical creatures—he added silently in his heart.

After all, on the first day he arrived in this world, he had seen that Kunpeng with a wingspan of tens of thousands of miles.

Of course, except for Qinglin, who had witnessed that scene with him, Feng Zi had not told anyone else:

Even if he really said it, those two might not believe it.

Qingyang, on the side, practiced the Fist Technique several times and actually condensed the first wisp of Qi and Blood Power within his body.

The other party suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Feng Zi in surprise: "Fellow Daoist Cun Xin, I've succeeded!"

To this, Feng Zi only smiled and shook his head: "What merit do I have? That Fellow Daoist Qingyang was able to succeed in the martial path relies entirely on your own comprehension and aptitude."

Although he kept saying nice things, his words were filled with traps everywhere.

If Qingyang truly became arrogant and lost sight of his position, Feng Zi would not mind killing him on the spot.

Qingyang naturally did not notice Feng Zi's thoughts, only subconsciously scratched his head and smiled:

"Fellow Daoist Cun Xin is too modest; that I could succeed in the martial path ultimately relies on your meticulous guidance."

Hmm, a person with a reliable character worth befriending.

Feng Zi made such a judgment in his heart, sat down by the campfire, and handed a skewer of roasted meat that Qinglin had left for him to Qingyang:

"You have just finished your martial path cultivation; I imagine you are in need of replenishing your Qi and Blood Power right now, so there is no need to stand on ceremony with me."

Seeing this, Qing Lin merely pursed her lips calmly, looking somewhat displeased, and Feng Zi patted her head at the right moment.

How could Qing Yang understand any of this? But the food Feng Zi handed over was indeed what he needed, so he no longer declined and gratefully took the skewer of roasted meat:

"Many thanks, Fellow Daoist Cun Xin, you have truly been a great help!"

Watching Qing Yang wolf down the food, Feng Zi said "casually":

"I recall Fellow Daoist Qing Yang saying earlier that the reason you left your hometown was to travel south and pay a visit to that Golden Core expert."

"Our journey is also headed south; why don't we travel together so we can lend each other a hand?"