[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-immortal-path-among-the-stars":3,"chapter-the-immortal-path-among-the-stars-the-immortal-path-among-the-stars-chapter-5":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Immortal Path Among the Stars",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2319937,4537,"Chapter 5","the-immortal-path-among-the-stars-chapter-5",5,"\u003Cp>“Strange”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yu’s curiosity surged, and he immediately walked toward the stone house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when he was two steps away from the stone house, a strong chill rushed toward him, and he stopped dead in his tracks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Isn’t it refreshing? The closer you get, the colder it gets—I once touched the wall, but it was so cold I couldn’t hold on for long,” Dong Yue laughed, clapping her hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Wang Yu involuntarily took two more steps forward and placed one palm against the wall—immediately, bone-chilling cold shot through him; he winced and yanked his hand back, retreating several steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young Daoist priest burst into fits of laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This stone house is truly strange—what could be inside?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yu became even more curious about the stone house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the following time, Wang Yu played with various weapons on the rack alongside Dong Yue, clumsily swinging them around, then returned to the front courtyard of the Daoist temple and moved into a side room to stay temporarily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At dusk, Dong Yue brought him a few coarse grain buns mixed with white flour and a small dish of pickled vegetables; Wang Yu devoured them almost greedily, then went to the main hall to meet Chongyun Daoist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now that you’ve entered this temple, you must memorize and recite this *Baiyun Jing* daily—three times a day. This is the *Baiyun Jing* I wrote myself. You seem to know some characters; take a look first. I’ll explain the text to you.” Chongyun Daoist, seeing Wang Yu, pulled out a yellow-leather scripture from his sleeve and tossed it over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yu fumbled to catch the scripture, replied in affirmation, and began flipping through its pages—each page was filled with characters the size of soybeans, all resembling clerical script, occasionally slightly off but still decipherable in meaning; his heart finally eased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chongyun Daoist began his explanation. At first, every sentence sounded profound and mysterious, but as Wang Yu pondered deeper, he couldn’t help but feel amused—everything the man kept repeating were nothing but the most classic Daoist phrases about non-action and effortless governance from his home world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, he turned to the final page—where the blank surface slowly revealed a strange pattern as his gaze swept over it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yu was startled and leaned closer—the pattern was a cloud-like formation made of twisted black lines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Wang Yu’s reaction, Chongyun Daoist’s face showed a flicker of surprise, and his explanation halted abruptly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yu paid no attention to the Daoist’s reaction—he felt the pattern looked ordinary at first, but when he tried to focus on the black lines, the image blurred, and waves of dizziness washed over him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What’s going on?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yu blinked his gritty eyes and stared harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A strange thing happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black lines in the pattern began to twist—slowly, yet unmistakably alive, like a black hole pulling his gaze, locking his eyes in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yu held the scripture as if entranced, unaware that over time, the Daoist across from him grew increasingly disappointed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a full cup of tea had passed, as Wang Yu felt dizzy enough to vomit, the Daoist finally spoke:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop. Viewing this for too long on your first try does no good. I didn’t expect you to possess spiritual sensitivity—you couldn’t have seen this ‘Yunwen’ otherwise.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Daoist’s voice was quiet, but it struck Wang Yu’s ears like thunder—he jolted awake, forcibly tearing his gaze from the scripture. Instantly, he felt mentally exhausted, as if he’d stayed up all night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh… huh… Master, what is ‘spiritual sensitivity’? Do I have it? And what is this ‘Yunwen’?” Wang Yu took several deep breaths before asking in rapid, startled succession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Spiritual sensitivity is a natural gift. The ‘Yunwen’ is no ordinary thing—only those with spiritual sensitivity can see it. Among a thousand people, perhaps one possesses it. You’re still young—if things had been different before… never mind. Go now.” The Daoist looked at Wang Yu with complex eyes, explained briefly, sighed, and waved him off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, this book…” Wang Yu, still bewildered, raised the *Baiyun Jing* in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yu noticed—the Yunwen on the final page had vanished; the page was blank again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You have spiritual sensitivity, and you entered the temple at this moment—it’s fate. This *Baiyun Jing* is yours. When you recover your spirit, you may observe the Yunwen again. I give you this advice: at your current state, observe it only once a day. If you feel unwell, stop immediately. Over time, this may benefit your spiritual growth.” The Daoist hesitated briefly, then gave two warnings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, Master, for this gift. Your disciple takes his leave.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yu bowed in thanks and withdrew from the main hall, his mind full of confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chongyun Daoist stood motionless, watching Wang Yu’s retreating figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What a pity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the silent main hall, a quiet murmur echoed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yu, of course, didn’t hear the Daoist’s mutter. Back in the side room, he couldn’t resist flipping the scripture to the final page again, placing it on the table to examine it carefully—but as his gaze swept over it, nothing happened except a deep fatigue spreading through his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It seems Chongyun Daoist was right—this thing can only be viewed again after my spirit has recovered.” Wang Yu closed the scripture once more, paced the room, and carefully reflected on today’s events.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Undoubtedly, whether the astonishing handprint on the stone lock or the strange pattern in the *Baiyun Jing*, both suggested that Chongyun Daoist was likely connected to the supernatural force he had been seeking. And from their conversation today, this “spiritual sensitivity” appeared to be the prerequisite for accessing such power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yunwen. Spiritual sensitivity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yu murmured the two terms, then stopped pacing and stared at his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though his soul was that of a twenty-first-century adult, this body was merely that of a teenager. And according to Chongyun Daoist, spiritual sensitivity was possessed by only one in a thousand—so it seemed far too coincidental that this body had it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then again, spiritual sensitivity seemed tied to mental power—and since he had transmigrated here, perhaps this body’s spiritual sensitivity was linked to his own consciousness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could it be that this body originally had no spiritual sensitivity, but gained it only after his adult consciousness from Blue Star merged with “Wang Tiezhu’s” memories?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yu speculated wildly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regardless, now that he’d found a clue to the supernatural force in this world, he must gather as much information as possible from Chongyun Daoist before leaving—so he could return to Blue Star and claim a great achievement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of the promised good life after success from Dr. Chen and the others, Wang Yu’s spirits lifted, and his mental fatigue lessened somewhat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He carefully stored the *Baiyun Jing* beneath the wooden pillow on his bed, then collapsed onto it, overcome by sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next morning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yu was awakened by a frantic knocking, yawned, opened the door, and Dong Yue rushed in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Autumn Leaf, what time is it? Still sleeping? Hurry up, or you’ll miss it!” Dong Yue grabbed Wang Yu’s hand and pulled him out urgently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Miss what?” Wang Yu followed Dong Yue out of the room, utterly bewildered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Master’s martial arts instruction! Once you’re registered in the Baiyun Temple’s roster, the Master gives free instruction once a month. After all, we paid hefty offerings to enter—there must be real teachings, but only one morning each month. Miss it, and you wait another month. Yesterday I saw you seemed interested in martial arts—you absolutely can’t miss this.” Dong Yue spoke rapidly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Wang Yu was overjoyed, thanked her repeatedly, and followed her straight to the temple’s training ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, Chongyun Daoist, dressed in a short tunic and tight-fitting pants, was already waiting. Seeing them arrive, he immediately gestured for Wang Yu to stand aside, then turned to Dong Yue and ordered:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dong Yue, as usual, demonstrate the Golden Staff Method. Let me see if you’ve improved.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, Master! I feel my staff technique has greatly improved recently.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dong Yue happily replied, fetched the long staff from the weapon rack, returned to the center of the training ground, and began loudly practicing his staff form…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps because the Daoist was watching, Dong Yue swung his staff far harder today than yesterday—each movement was precise and disciplined, and his final shout was even louder by a third—but the small craters left by his staff strikes were nearly identical in size.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Dong Yue, drenched in sweat, finished and looked at the Daoist, his round face beamed with “Praise me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yu clapped his hands until they ached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chongyun Daoist’s eyelid twitched twice; after a long pause, he slowly said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your Golden Staff Method is reasonably practiced, but the power techniques and breathing rhythms I taught you last time show zero improvement. And why do you shout every time you strike? I’ve told you repeatedly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know why—I just feel I can’t exert force unless I shout, and it feels like there’s no momentum. As for your previous advice on power and breathing, I understood it, but when I practiced at home, something always felt off—I don’t know why.” Dong Yue scratched his head, grinning foolishly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph. If your father hadn’t donated a fortune for temple repairs, I’d never have taken on such a lazy student—mediocre talent, and you train like you’re fishing three days and drying your net two.” The Daoist scolded bluntly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, I’ll definitely improve next time…” Dong Yue’s face fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s nothing more to teach. Your Golden Staff has become a hollow show. Keep meditating on what I’ve already taught you. When you can make water splash off without wetting your staff, I’ll teach you more.” The Daoist said coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, yes, I’ll work hard,” Dong Yue replied meekly, trudged to the far side of the training ground, and resumed practicing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Autumn Leaf, since you’ve entered this temple, I’ll treat you equally—I’ll teach you some martial arts for self-defense. Do you have anything you wish to learn? I know a bit of staff, sword, and fist techniques—you may choose one.” Chongyun Daoist turned to Wang Yu, ignoring Dong Yue.\u003C\u002Fp>",1695,"2026-06-20T15:44:30.991Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","8e5811bf284632de3b5a48c854f88aa0b82d6e2ef5d692f6453c70262f87caae","the-immortal-path-among-the-stars-chapter-6","the-immortal-path-among-the-stars-chapter-4",530,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-immortal-path-among-the-stars-cover.jpg"]