EBE Chapter 263 The Feeling of Poverty
Chapter 263 The Feeling of Poverty
Xuanyu Sect.
Tianjian Peak.
Tianjian Peak stands at the top of the sect and is covered with snow all year round.
The biting cold wind, carrying the flying snow, swirled around the top of the peak, making it look as ethereal and lonely as a fairyland.
Taoist Changping stood on the edge of the cliff, his sword intent as cold as frost.
Li Chonglin's sword-holding hand was covered in ice, but he still gritted his teeth and swung out his thousandth strike.
"The path of sword cultivation is based on purity," Chang Ping said, shattering the ice and snow around him with a flick of his sleeve. "You have distracting thoughts in your mind."
Li Chonglin looked towards the Zuidan Peak, where he could vaguely see the flickering flames of elixir in the sea of clouds.
Since the day he joined the sect, he has been wielding his sword on the top of this snowy mountain, and has never even seen the shadow of Lu Yuguan.
Now it has been more than half a month.
"Master, if I put my obsession into the sword, can I sever the cause and effect?"
Li Chonglin suddenly asked.
Chang Ping formed his fingers into a sword, slicing off half of the mountain: "Determination is like a sword, it can wound oneself or shatter the sky."
"Swing the sword five thousand more times. If you still can't figure it out, keep thinking."
Li Chonglin looked at the half-cut off mountain and was shocked.
Taoist Changping's swordsmanship has reached perfection, and he can mobilize the power of heaven and earth with every move he makes.
He looked down at the dragon-patterned sword in his hand.
The ice on the sword's edge gleamed in the sunlight, as if mocking his powerlessness.
"Persistence is like a sword..."
Li Chonglin muttered to himself, with a thousand thoughts in his mind.
In the wind and snow, Li Chonglin's figure gradually merged with the heaven and earth.
His sword intent became more and more condensed, as if he wanted to transform the flying snow into his own sword power.
Taoist Changping stood aside and looked at him quietly.
"Such infatuation might be the belief behind sword practice."
"But after reaching that level, if one cannot achieve what he wishes, he will probably become a demon in his heart."
Time passed quietly in the wind and snow. Li Chonglin's sword became faster and faster, and the coldness on the sword edge became heavier.
Four thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight...
Four thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine…
Five thousand——
Li Chonglin was sweating profusely, with heat steaming from his whole body. He slowly sheathed his sword, and the sword body made a humming sound.
Taoist Changping nodded slightly, a hint of approval in his eyes: "With these five thousand swords today, you have already glimpsed the essence of swordsmanship. From now on, you must practice diligently every day and don't slack off."
Li Chonglin bowed respectfully: "Thank you for your teachings, Master. I will definitely remember them."
Taoist Changping said no more, turned around and left, his figure quickly disappearing in the wind and snow.
Li Chonglin looked at the direction where his master left, with a thousand thoughts in his mind.
He knew that his obsession was not only the pursuit of kendo, but also his concern for Lu Yuguan.
Since joining the sect, he has been practicing hard at Tianjian Peak and has never had any interaction with Lu Yuguan.
Now, Lu Yuguan was accepted as a disciple by Yang Xun of Zuidan Peak, and the distance between the two seemed to be getting farther and farther.
"Yuguan..."
Li Chonglin murmured softly, a complicated look flashing in his eyes.
He gripped the dragon-patterned sword tightly in his hand, and the chill on the blade seemed to freeze his thoughts.
On Zuidan Peak.
Lu Yuguan was busy selecting herbs according to Yang Xun's instructions.
The medicine garden on Zuidan Peak is in disarray, with all kinds of spiritual herbs growing wildly.
Lu Yuguan carefully identified it, and the remaining pages of the alchemy classics in his hand gave him some guidance from time to time.
"Ice Spirit Grass and Flame Flower, one cold and one hot, balance each other..."
Lu Yuguan muttered softly, his hands moving non-stop.
Yang Xun watched from the side, occasionally taking a sip of wine and giving a few words of advice: "Don't just read the Danjing, use your spirit to feel it, every herb has its own temperament."
Lu Yuguan took a deep breath and tried to mobilize his mental strength to sense the scent of the surrounding herbs.
In an instant, he seemed to have entered a completely new world, and the spiritual power fluctuations of the herbs were clearly transmitted into his perception.
"I see……"
A hint of surprise flashed in Lu Yuguan's eyes, and he picked herbs faster.
After a while, he gathered all the herbs he needed and came to the alchemy furnace.
Yang Xun had already preheated the alchemy furnace, and the flames inside were blazing.
"Follow the fire control technique I taught you and warm it with a low fire first..."
Yang Xun instructed.
Lu Yuguan concentrated his mind and calmed his breath, and summoned fire with his fingertips, controlling the fire precisely.
As the temperature rises, the essence of the herbs is gradually extracted, and the furnace is filled with fragrance.
However, just as the pill was about to take shape, the furnace suddenly began to shake violently.
"Oh no, the furnace is going to explode!"
Lu Yuguan's expression changed.
Yang Xun, however, remained calm and shouted, "Keep calm and follow my instructions!"
As he spoke, he slapped the air a few times to adjust the flow of spiritual power in the furnace.
Lu Yuguan followed his instructions and tried hard to calm his thoughts.
With the tacit cooperation between the master and the disciple, the alchemy furnace finally gradually stabilized, and a round pill slowly took shape in the furnace.
"It's done!"
Lu Yuguan shouted excitedly.
Yang Xun picked up the pill, examined it carefully, and nodded with satisfaction: "This time it's been refined well, it's already of second-grade quality, but it still needs more practice."
Lu Yuguan took the pill and carefully looked at the pill that had just been refined.
The surface of the pill was as smooth as jade, with a faint glow, and it was obviously of good quality.
He couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. Although he had only been in actual combat for half a month, being able to refine a second-grade elixir under Yang Xun's guidance was already quite good.
"Master, what are the effects of this medicine?"
Lu Yuguan asked curiously.
Yang Xun took a sip of wine and leaned lazily against the alchemy furnace, saying, "This elixir is called 'Ice and Fire Pill'. As the name suggests, it combines ice and fire, which can both dispel cold and reduce internal heat. It is suitable for cultivators with disordered spiritual energy."
"However, your pill is still a little short of maturity. If it can be refined a little more, it might be able to break through to the third level."
Lu Yuguan nodded and took note of it in his mind.
"Master, what shall we practice next?" Lu Yuguan asked excitedly.
Yang Xun narrowed his eyes, burped, and said, "Refine all the herbs just now, divide them into 71 portions, and send them to each peak."
Lu Yuguan: “…”
Yang Xun casually threw him a sachet.
"Master, what is this?"
Lu Yuguan asked curiously.
"The Qiankun bag contains our Zuidan Peak's salary."
Yang Xun said.
Lu Yuguan opened the sachet and saw that there were only three spirit stones inside.
"Is our Feng so poor..."
Yang Xun glared and said, "For all these years, I have only accepted you as my disciple. Each peak pays salaries based on the number of disciples. How many spirit stones do you think I can save?"
"If I hadn't met you this year, I wouldn't even be able to afford wine!"
The corner of Lu Yuguan's mouth twitched, "Master, it's really not easy for you to live..."
Yang Xun: "One Ice Fire Pill is worth at most ten Spirit Stones. You can sell it at your own discretion."
"By the way, after you sell them, remember to help me go to Taohua Peak and get two pots of wine and two bowls of wild boar meat."
Lu Yuguan frowned and said, "Master..."
Yang Xun waved his hand and interrupted Lu Yuguan.
"Stop talking nonsense and go! I'm addicted to alcohol and there's no time to waste."
Lu Yuguan had no choice but to put away the Qiankun bag.