Chapter 39: Haoran and Mingqing are of the Same Subject

This time.

He no longer condensed his Embryonic Breathing into a curtain of qi, wanting to wrap the "Cold Pivot True Qi" in one go... but instead, he used the formation of a military array, using emptiness to be real, and reality to be empty, with troops hidden everywhere.

But at the final moment of completion, the Embryonic Breathing still could not fully suppress the rampaging of the "Cold Dipper True Qi." One moment of carelessness allowed the cold energy to shatter his heart chamber, and he died on the spot.

Chen Hang frowned, manipulated the new mental image to sit down again, pondered carefully for a while, then collected his spirit and started over.

And this time, because of a stiffness in the movement of the Embryonic Breathing, the mental image vomited blood and fell again.

The third time, his intestines were pierced and he died.

The fourth time, "Cold Pivot True Qi" turned around and swallowed most of his Embryonic Breathing, leaving him without strength, and he died of blood decay.

The fifth time, the true qi exploded on its own just as it was being condensed, and the cold poison fell into his internal organs. After struggling to maintain it for half an incense stick, he still had to end it.

The sixth time, his skull cracked and he died...

Chen Hang didn't know how many times he had died. There were all kinds of strange causes of death, which were quite bizarre.

Later, he became numb and didn't bother to count how many times he had died, or how many days had passed in this True Yizhen Yizhen Fa Jie. He just kept blocking the true qi with his Embryonic Breathing, remembering the omissions, and trying again and again, dying and coming back.

Fortunately, his heart was extremely cold and hard. If it were an ordinary person, in this day-after-day torture, their spirit would have long collapsed and been difficult to maintain.

Every bleeding and pain in this Dharma realm was a real touch. Dying dozens or hundreds of times a day could be considered a kind of alternative torture.

Thus.

He spent four days of bitter work, equivalent to forty days in the True Yizhen Yizhen Fa Jie, and he didn't know how many times he had failed.

But relatively, his skill in moving and channeling Embryonic Breathing had improved by leaps and bounds, completely adapting to the surging Embryonic Breathing...

The movement of soft and hard, the coming and going of size, were all known by heart. Compared to before, it was almost like two different people.

Chen Hang was confident that among Qi Cultivators in the same realm, those who could compete with him in the technique of Embryonic Breathing movement and division, although he didn't dare to boast that it was one in ten thousand, would definitely not be too many.

Those who could suppress him, perhaps, would only be the disciples of the Eight Sects and Six Sects...

But how to refine "Cold Pivot True Qi" still hadn't seen significant results. Every time, he was just one step away from taking it out of his body. But he still fell short.

So much so that Chen Hang doubted whether the "Great Beginning Origin Truth" aura infected by the third layer of Qi Cultivation could handle this true qi.

But he still endured his temper and tried again and again, dying, and just treating it as polishing his Embryonic Breathing.

Thus, one day, Chen Hang suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

Joy appeared on his face. He hurriedly followed that spiritual inspiration, held his heart and spirit, and channeled his Embryonic Breathing.

He didn't know how long it had been. When Chen Hang stopped refining and opened his eyes from his meditation.

In his palm was a plain, cold, and ghostly cyan-blue true qi, floating uncertainly, rushing and surging...

"Cold Pivot True Qi, is this your true face?"

Chen Hang sighed softly, felt the changes in his heart silently, and then cut his own throat with a palm, starting over.

Thus, he tried dozens of times in succession. Only when he felt there were no more mistakes did he communicate with the golden cicada and send himself out of the True Yizhen Yizhen Fa Jie.

Present world.

Still in the cabin, countless flowing clouds surged, but this ordinary scene, in Chen Hang's eyes now, had changed to a different color.

In the dozens of days of practice in the True Yizhen Yizhen Fa Jie, he not only polished his surging Embryonic Breathing to be both soft and hard, advancing and retreating as he wished, but also could take "Cold Pivot True Qi" out of his body and transform it into one of his killing moves.

Recalling the many days and nights when he first came to this world, when he was tortured to the point of wishing for death by "Cold Pivot True Qi," Chen Hang felt as if he were in a dream.

Just then, a wisp of golden light shone through the window, and his side profile looked even deeper and more beautiful in this clear heavenly light, prosperous like brocade.

"Its beginning and end are ancient and never-ending. If a person is not primordial qi, how can they linger with it for a long time? Grass does not thank the spring breeze for its glory, and trees do not resent the autumn sky for falling..."

Chen Hang was silent for a while, then smiled and chanted:

"I will encompass the great block, Haoran and Mingqing are of the same subject!"

After speaking, his sleeves suddenly swelled, and his white clothes moved without wind.

Half a day later.

When the Mo Yun flying boat was approaching the capital of the Rong Kingdom, and Hearing Tu Shan Ge, who had been waiting for a long time, came up from the lower cabin to report, just as he opened the door, he saw an astonishing scene.

There was half a layer of crisp frost on the floor of the cabin. When he stomped his foot, it crackled.

In the center of the cabin, a young Daoist with an exceptionally handsome face and flawless features was looking at him with a smile.

His aura was ethereal. Clearly right in front of his eyes, but when reflected by spiritual sense, it seemed as if he had already left this heaven and earth, feathered into a heavenly human.

"Congratulations to Master for achieving the Great Dao!"

Hearing Tu Shan Ge bowed to the ground in great joy.

"Mere Qi Cultivation, what Great Dao is that? Fellow Daoist, please get up." Chen Hang supported him.

"Master..."

Hearing Tu Shan Ge steadied himself and said: "I interrogated some things from that boy! I fear there is some trouble!"

"Hmm?"

Chen Hang was silent for a moment, then spoke indifferently. His voice was calm and clear, like the clear, moist music of an ancient zither with lacquer light like a mirror, making Hearing Tu Shan Ge's heart inexplicably calm:

"Tell me."

Rong Kingdom, Capital.

A large red soft sedan stopped at the gate of a mansion. Supported by several brothel keepers, a man wearing only thin gauze and heavy makeup walked out of the sedan, looking curious.

His name was Ji Yu, and he was the most popular headliner in the Spring Flower Building in the capital of the Rong Kingdom. The Spring Flower Building was one of the best male-style brothels in the capital. Logically speaking, with Ji Yu's current status, it wouldn't be easy to let him come out to serve guests.

But there was no way. This time, the person gave too much.

It was a full box of gold and silver. Such luxury, even a god couldn't resist!

Therefore, Ji Yu couldn't care about his passionate affair with Tong Jizhen, quietly prepared a sedan, and came to the mansion.

But as soon as he entered the gate, Ji Yu faintly felt something was wrong.

Such a spacious mansion, not only were there only two servants, but the ground was not very clean, as if it had only been swept in a hurry, and they were too lazy to care about the rest.

This was not the most important thing.

Especially the look in the eyes of the two servants when they looked at him, that was extremely complicated—there was hatred, confusion, dullness, incomprehension, and a kind of look that even Ji Yu couldn't see through.

That was, a look of trying hard to learn and imitate?

Ji Yu just wanted to turn around and run, call the brothel keepers outside, sit in the sedan, and run away quickly.

But thinking of the full box of gold and silver, Ji Yu extinguished that thought and secretly encouraged himself.

While he was lost in his wild thoughts.

The two servants had already led him into a small courtyard, one of whom was particularly sturdy, with a particularly bad attitude, and even secretly stretched out his leg, wanting to trip him.

"I don't know what kind of tricks the young master wants to play tonight. The little one is proficient in all eighteen kinds of tricks, lightly pulling, slowly twisting, wiping and picking, blowing, pulling, playing, and singing are all proficient, and also..."

Speaking absent-mindedly, Ji Yu looked up and was stunned.

I saw that the man standing quietly in the courtyard was indeed a god-like figure.

"Tong Jizhen, he actually has a penchant for dragon-yang?"

In front of such a person, no matter how beautiful one claims to be on weekdays, one would stand uneasy and feel ashamed.

Wait!

Ji Yu's mind turned rapidly. Is this the master today?

No!

Who is whoring whom?

Took a big advantage, hahahaha!

Rich!

Ji Yu adjusted his clothes and crown, just about to smile and speak, when he was hit by a burst of qi and knocked unconscious to the ground.

"Alright, you guys discuss it yourselves."

Chen Hang withdrew his finger and said indifferently:

"Who wants to pretend to be him?" ===== CHAPTER 40 =====

His name was Ji Yu, and he was the most popular headliner at the Spring Flower Pavilion in Yuanjing City. The Spring Flower Pavilion was one of the premier male-entertainment houses in the city. By rights, given Ji Yu's current status, it would not be easy to get him to come out and entertain guests.

But there was no help for it; this time, the person had paid too much.

He started with a full chest of gold and silver. Such extravagance—even an immortal couldn't resist it!

So Ji Yu could not care about his passionate affair with Tong Jizhen; he quietly prepared a sedan chair and arrived at the residence.

But as soon as he entered the courtyard gate, Ji Yu vaguely felt that something was wrong.

Such a spacious mansion not only had only two servants, but the ground was also not very clean, as if the surface had only been hurriedly swept and they were too lazy to care about anything more.

This was not even the most important thing.

Especially the way the two servants looked at him—that was truly extremely complex: there was hatred, confusion, dullness, incomprehension, and even something that even Ji Yu could not see through.

Was that... a look of someone trying hard to learn and imitate?

Ji Yu just wanted to turn around and run, call the pimps outside the door, get into the sedan chair, and slip away quickly.

But then he remembered the full chest of gold and silver, and Ji Yu extinguished that thought, secretly encouraging himself.

Just as he was lost in his wild thoughts.

The two servants had already led him into a small courtyard. One of them, who was particularly sturdy, had an especially nasty attitude and even quietly stretched out his leg, trying to trip him.

"I don't know what tricks you want to play today, my lord. This little one is proficient in all eighteen kinds of arts—lightly plucking, slowly twisting, wiping, and picking; blowing, pulling, playing, and singing, I am proficient in everything, and also..."

Speaking the patter taught by the madam while absent-minded, Ji Yu looked up and was stunned.

He saw that the man standing quietly in the courtyard was truly an immortal figure.

With a wooden hairpin in his black hair and a long robe white as snow, he flowed with a melting cold light under the moon. Without any adornment, his spirit was elegant and extraordinary. The aloof and cold expression between his brows was like the heavy cold dew of early spring. Just one flat look at a person made it seem as if all thoughts had nowhere to hide and were about to be seen through completely.

In front of such a person, no matter how much one boasted of their beauty in daily life, they would feel uneasy and ashamed of their own inferiority.

Wait!

Ji Yu's mind raced—is this today's patron?

No!

Who is actually whoring whom here?

I've hit the jackpot, hahahaha!

I'm rich!

Ji Yu pretended to tidy his clothes and was just about to smile and speak when he was knocked unconscious by a burst of energy.

"Alright, discuss it among yourselves."

Chen Hang withdrew his finger and said faintly:

"Who is going to impersonate him?"