Chapter 326

Watching the three juniors calm their minds, Li Li Yuanjiao looked at Li Li Xicheng, who had sealed his six senses, gently took his hand, led him out of the courtyard, and guided him to a side courtyard.

"Li Xicheng."

Li Li Yuanjiao tapped lightly on his Shengyang Mansion, unlocking his magic power seal. Li Li Xicheng woke up immediately. Li Li Yuanjiao met Li Li Xicheng's confused gaze and whispered:

"Do you use a spear?"

Li Li Xicheng nodded obediently, and Li Li Yuanjiao asked again:

"Has Li Qinghong passed the 'Zhe Yu Spear' to you?"

"No."

Li Li Xicheng responded expectantly, replying:

"Aunt said she had taken a Xuanjing Spiritual Oath not to pass it on to outsiders, so she did not teach me."

"Good."

Li Li Yuanjiao took a jade slip from his sleeve and said:

"Yes!"

Li Li Xicheng hurriedly took the spiritual oath and accepted the jade slip from Li Li Yuanjiao's hand as if it were a treasure, saying repeatedly:

"Thank you, Uncle..."

Li Li Yuanjiao nodded with his usual expression, walked slowly out of the courtyard, closed the courtyard gate, and activated the formation that isolated the inside from the outside. His face finally showed a hint of complexity.

"Consider this some compensation... after all, it must be kept from him."

Li Brother Yuanping was waiting outside the courtyard with a pale face. Seeing this, he shook his head slightly and replied:

"It is better to know less. Except for those who manage the household and those who have received the Lu, no one is allowed to enter. This rule was set long ago."

"Hmm."

Li Li Yuanjiao responded and smiled:

"That three people could receive the seed is far beyond our expectations. Seeing that the time is almost up, let us go see the three children."

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Li Li Xizhi guided the Xuanzhu according to the incantation in the "Jieyin Method," descending from the Twelve-Story Tower into the Qi Sea acupoint, and immediately felt a warm sensation throughout his body as his Qi Sea surged incessantly.

"This!"

As a direct descendant of the Li family, Li Li Xizhi practiced the Li family's top-tier Fetal Breath cultivation method, the "Shanglang Yanglun Technique," which was a third-grade technique—peaceful, upright, and compatible with most Qi Refining methods.

However, this technique was slightly incomplete and would cost a few years of lifespan, which was negligible compared to the speed of improvement. He had practiced for many years, and three Shanglang Spirit Wheels had already formed in his body, slightly jade-like and quite beautiful.

But as this white pill was introduced into his body, the two slightly jade-like spirit wheels that had condensed in his Qi Sea acupoint according to the "Shanglang Yanglun Method" shook slowly and gradually turned bright white.

The slightly grayish Qi Sea surged up and down, gradually becoming clear in the white light, turning into a bright and pleasant clear pool.

"What... what kind of Immortal method is this?"

Of the six Fetal Breath wheels, Li Li Xizhi had already condensed the Xuanjing, Chengming, and Zhou Xing wheels. Seeing the two wheels in his Qi Sea acupoint change, he hurriedly circulated his magic power to check the Zhou Xing wheel in his Juque Court; it was indeed bright white.

Just as Li Li Xizhi was astonished, a majestic and heavy voice rose in his mind:

"There are Li family descendants who have renounced... I bestow the Xuanming Wonderful Method to enable their Daoist career, from mortal to saint, from beginning to end, starting with the Precept Lu, then ascending to the Truth."

"Bestowing one volume of the 'Taiyin Tunna Yanglun Scripture' and one volume of the 'Hansong Luoxue Technique'."

Mysterious words appeared in Li Li Xizhi's mind, deeply imprinted there. He hurriedly focused his mind. After a full stick of incense had burned, he slowly opened his eyes.

The scenery before him gradually turned from blurry to clear. Li Li Xizhi found himself in a dim environment with heavy mist beneath his feet, like a fairyland. The magic lights on both sides were pale white, illuminating the upper section.

Directly in front was a tall, ancient stone platform with complex patterns, bright enough to reflect a person.

"This is..."

The blue-gray Dharma Mirror stood suspended in the air, and the floating moonlight flowed down, rising along his robes. Li Li Xizhi did not even hear Li Li Yuanjiao's words, only staring at the Dharma Mirror above and muttering:

"Father, what is this?"

Li Li Yuanjiao stood to the side, his expression solemn, and said in a deep voice:

"Once, a cultivator despised an Immortal object and tried to capture it with a magic treasure; both the person and the treasure were turned into nothingness by the Taiyin Profound Light. If you are not afraid of death, you can continue to stare at it."

"This!"

Li Li Xizhi was startled, hurriedly lowered his head, and shifted his gaze. He said "Do not blame me" twice in his heart, then said joyfully:

"A magic treasure?!!"

"Perhaps more than that."

Li Li Yuanjiao pulled his eldest son to kneel on the side, waiting for the two boys to receive the Xuanzhu Talisman Seed, and whispered:

"The origin of the Immortal Mirror is ancient; it is an object passed down through our family for generations. Let us not discuss that for now. What technique were you bestowed?"

Li Li Xizhi suddenly understood and replied:

"The 'Hansong Luoxue Technique' and..."

Looking at Li Li Xizhi's dumbfounded and astonished expression, Li Li Yuanjiao smiled:

"I suppose you have realized it too. No matter what Fetal Breath technique you practiced before, once the Talisman Seed enters your body, it immediately turns into the Taiyin Six Wheels, and you switch to practicing that Immortal Scripture!"

Li Li Xizhi was so shocked by this series of news that he could not speak, only saying hoarsely:

"Child thought the Qingbai Immortal Sword was already an incredible guess; I never imagined our family hid such a miraculous object. I fear even the legendary Mount Qingchi Sect's treasure, the 【Great Snow Absolute Blade】, cannot compare..."

While the two were talking, Li Li Xijun and Li Li Ximing had already opened their eyes and looked up. Li Brother Yuanping stepped forward to speak gently, his face full of joy, and turned back to say:

"Brother! Both of them have been bestowed techniques!"

"Good, good."

Li Li Yuanjiao's face was full of joy, and he lowered his voice to reply:

"This is not a place for noise; let us talk when we go out."

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The light in the side hall was much brighter. The two boys were writing busily at their desks. Li Li Xizhi, being older, was more skilled with the brush and had already finished transcribing the "Hansong Luoxue Technique."

"A third-grade technique, the Immortal Foundation is

'Snow on Pine,' also a good technique."

Li Li Yuanjiao finished reading the technique and couldn't help but nod. Once this technique is mastered, it comes with cold energy, controlling rain and turning it into snow. It counts as a good technique and also comes with a Qi-gathering method.

"One must take it when the peak is raining and snowing, in a place where the pine forest is lush, the moon is in the sky, without clouds obscuring it, and collect the Qi from the falling new snow among the green pines. One strand is obtained every three months, and ten strands make one portion."

"It is not difficult."

Li Brother Yuanping nodded gently and replied:

"Mount Yuting Mountain is tall and has snow on top, so it should be usable. I will send someone to plant pines first."

"No rush. The high peaks on the north bank are full of pine forests; a trip there will suffice."

Li Li Yuanjiao put away the wooden slip and said:

"Even with magic, this pine forest cannot be grown in a day or two. Moreover, we do not know the future path of this technique."

Li Li Yuanjiao's words contained deep meaning. The phrase "future path" indicated that Li Brother Yuanping nodded in understanding. Just as their conversation ended, Li Li Xijun presented his wooden slip.

"The 'Jindian Jinyang Huangyuan Technique'."

Li Li Yuanjiao gently picked up the technique Li Li Xijun had transcribed, read it carefully for a while, couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, and said:

"A fourth-grade technique?!"

He then couldn't wait to flip through the technique twice and laughed:

"Good... good..."

Li Brother Yuanping also leaned over to look. At first, he was full of joy, but seeing the small line of ink notes at the end, both of their expressions changed drastically. Li Li Yuanjiao narrowed his eyes and whispered:

"Recorded by Cui Mu of the Zhaoyuan Immortal Sect of the Wei Guo in the Central Plains. Is this the inheritance of the Zhaoyuan Immortal Sect of the Wei Guo in the Central Plains?!"

"Wei Guo?"

Li Brother Yuanping looked confused and whispered:

"I have heard that the only great powers in the north are Yan and Zhao, and the rest are just small states. I have never heard of any Wei Guo... let alone this Zhaoyuan Immortal Sect... are there Immortal sects in the north?"

Li Li Yuanjiao carefully placed the wooden slip on the table, his heart pounding, and whispered:

"I fear this Wei Guo is an ancient state from hundreds of years ago. I heard that seven hundred years ago, Buddhism was still in the desert north, and the Central Plains belonged to the Daoist Sect, which had one hundred and twenty-seven states. The Wei Guo was likely one of them."

"If so, it is easy to explain. It was indeed the Wei Guo from hundreds of years ago, which is why there were Immortal sects..."

This news naturally came from Xiao Xiao Guiluan. The Xiao family had a long history, and their ancestors were Immortal clans that had crossed over from the north. They knew quite a bit about this and even had a few northern Daoist techniques.

But Xiao Xiao Guiluan was a concubine-born descendant of the main line, equivalent to a concubine-born child of the Li family's main branch, so it was even harder for her to hear news after marrying into the Li family.

Li Li Yuanjiao's excitement was evident. Li Brother Yuanping was stunned for a moment after hearing this news and quickly associated it with something, saying in a deep voice:

"Brother means! This technique, or even this technique of the same metal nature, has already been lost! Isn't this..."

Li Brother Yuanping's "a smooth path" was stuck in his throat, and he saw Li Li Yuanjiao let out a long breath and whisper:

"Do not be in a hurry to draw conclusions. There are indeed remnants of Immortal sects in the north; this matter still needs to be carefully confirmed."

Li Li Xizhi, listening from the side, had eyes full of brilliance and hurriedly said:

"The two younger brothers have just entered the Dao and will need at least ten years to reach Qi Refining. Once I enter the Mount Qingchi Sect, I can investigate this Wei Guo and Zhaoyuan Immortal Sect for the family."

"Good!"

Li Li Yuanjiao praised him, and his entire expression and temperament became much more relaxed. He had been walking on thin ice for the few years since Li Li Tongya passed away, fearing he would fail expectations. Now that there was a goal, he was invigorated.

"It is a pity that Uncle-in-law is only a branch of the Xiao family, otherwise we could have asked Aunt to investigate..."

Li Li Xizhi looked at the small handwriting on the wooden slip, quite excited, and said this casually, but he saw Li Li Yuanjiao restrain his smile, his face stern as he said in a deep voice:

"Zhier!"

Li Li Xizhi looked up blankly, and saw Li Brother Yuanping also restrain his smile, explaining gently:

"Since your Aunt has married out, she is a person of the Xiao family. If that Xiao Xiao Xian is truly the main line of the Xiao family, wouldn't asking your Aunt to do this put her in a dilemma?"

Li Li Xizhi had played on the mountain every day when he was a child and had followed Li Li Qingxiao for a while. He had always been very close to her. Hearing this, he was speechless for a moment and muttered:

"It was my lack of consideration..."

Li Li Yuanjiao looked at him and sighed:

"Although our family is not comparable to other clans, we have become a noble family after three generations, and the clan is harmonious. But closeness is closeness; we cannot act inappropriately, or we will end up ruining the family affection..."

"Child understands."

Li Li Xizhi bowed and replied. Li Li Xijun, standing to the side, was small but listened carefully, saying nothing, his handsome face full of thoughtful expressions.

Li Li Yuanjiao flipped his hand to put away the wooden slip, saw Li Li Ximing sweating profusely and still writing busily, couldn't help but laugh, stepped down, and said gently:

"Why haven't you finished writing yet?"

Li Li Ximing looked aggrieved. Two wooden slips had already been laid out on the desk. He carefully dipped his brush in ink and replied:

"Everyone else's is only a few thousand words, but mine is long-winded and wordy."

His words were childish, causing Li Li Xijun and Li Li Xizhi to chuckle. Li Li Yuanjiao looked up and saw four large characters on the side of the wooden slip:

"A Brief Explanation of Alchemy"

"Alchemy?!"

Li Brother Yuanping and Li Li Yuanjiao looked at each other. Li Brother Yuanping said:

"It is quite rare; this is the first time I have seen the bestowal of the Hundred Arts of Cultivation, and it is an alchemy book at that."

Before he finished speaking, he immediately realized something. He and his brother reached out to Li Li Ximing, one touching his Qi Sea acupoint and the other pressing on his Twelve-Story Tower.

"This..."

After all, the Li family had never produced an alchemist. The two studied it carefully and reached a plausible answer. Finally, Li Li Yuanjiao made a decision and smiled:

"You practice according to the alchemy book; we will send someone to the Xiao family to invite Senior Xiao Yuansi!"

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Southern Frontier, Yishan City.

A biting cold wind blew fiercely on the city wall. A middle-aged man in leather armor stood quietly, his sharp eyes fixed on the demonic beasts below the city. His gray-black eyes were tired, calm, and without ripples.

He lifted the golden longbow in his hand, exhaled, and golden brilliance gathered in his hand, intertwining and condensing into a golden-white arrow.

"Strike!"

His eyes reflected the golden-white light. The arrow fell like a shooting star, drawing a brilliant arc across the sky.

"Whoosh."

The eagle, as large as a house, circling in the sky let out a piercing cry that could shatter gold and stone. It flapped its wings, trying to climb higher, but it was too late to dodge. That high-pitched cry was cut off in its throat.

"Awooo—"

Watching the eagle fall into the mountain forest in the distance, Li Li Xuanfeng put away his bow and stood still. The light in his eyes dimmed again. He sat on the city wall, took a wine skin from his bosom, and took a small sip.

"Brother Feng... this archery has improved again."

Fei Fei Yihe, dressed in white, sat down beside him with a spear and whispered:

"A seventh-level Qi Refining demon, and it took only one arrow. I fear you are not far from Foundation Establishment, right?"

"Hmm."

Li Li Xuanfeng responded, placed his longbow on the wall, and it made a loud clattering sound, causing everyone around to jump.

Li Li Xuanfeng said this, and everyone around turned to look, coming up one by one to say some auspicious words. Li Li Xuanfeng waved his hand to acknowledge them. Fei Fei Yihe smiled bitterly:

"Brother Feng's talent is the highest I have ever seen in my life. If you were on the lake, Yu Yu Mugao and Yu Yu Xiaogui would have a headache because of you again! It is a pity that we are trapped in this godforsaken place, watching the Mount Qingchi Sect and the Demon King play chess every day."

"If we win, the demons we kill belong to the Mount Qingchi Sect; if we lose, we end up in the demons' bellies, becoming their supplements. There were fifty-six of us on this city wall back then, but now there are only fifteen. Long-term gambling leads to losing, long-term gambling leads to losing..."

Li Li Xuanfeng laughed and replied:

"You are becoming less and less afraid of death; you dare to say this so openly?"

"Sigh..."

Fei Fei Yihe sighed, his expression tired and helpless, and said:

"We are all going to die sooner or later. Does the Mount Qingchi Sect care what we think?"

Li Li Xuanfeng took another sip of wine, his eyes deep, not knowing what he was thinking, and whispered:

"I heard that the Mount Qingchi Sect is going to gather a group of formation masters to come to Yishan City to repair the formations?"

"That is correct."

Mentioning this, everyone was full of joy and anticipation. Fei Fei Yihe laughed and replied:

"It has been ten years; having been isolated from the outside world for so long, finally someone can come up! I wonder how the outside world has changed over these years!"

(End of chapter)