Porter's Immortal Cultivation: I Have Level 5 Full Inscriptions

Chapter 193 Extravagance

The author, with a cup of wine and a cigarette, is waiting for you with "Porter's Immortal Cultivation: I Have Level 5 Full Inscriptions".

Wang Daniu, standing nearby, nodded repeatedly and muttered softly.

"Instructor, you are a member of the imperial family, perhaps the authorities won't behead you."

"I'm doomed if I'm even remotely associated with Fourth Brother."

"We sincerely brought you silver, so you can't turn around and send us brothers to our deaths!"

"That's not fair!"

Long Yi was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter.

"Si Lang, Da Niu, you've misunderstood."

"That thing isn't in the mausoleum, it's outside the Temple of Merit Stele."

He gave a simple explanation.

The late Emperor Jinghe was a swift and decisive ruler who loved martial arts and warfare. During his reign, he launched ten major campaigns, engaging in numerous battles with neighboring countries.

Let me put it this way.

There was a joke circulating at the time that if a neighbor's dog barked twice at Shunguo, and the sound reached Emperor Jinghe's ears, it might mean that a major battle was about to break out.

From his ascension to the throne to his death, there were few peaceful years and much fighting.

At that time, the civil officials touted the Ten Great Campaigns, and in short, they won big.

In reality, the people were suffering, the soldiers were killed or wounded, they occupied a lot of rotten land, and when their strength was insufficient to retreat, they abandoned it all and retreated. They even lost many of their own cities.

The common people called it the Ten Great Defeats, and the government officials tried to cover it up by whitewashing it. Anyway, after Emperor Jinghe died, his reputation was very bad, and many people believed that the decline of the Great Shun Dynasty was due to his rule.

Emperor Jinghe was incompetent in both military and governance.

However, he was constantly engaged in military campaigns, and a number of famous martial arts masters and generals emerged from his army. They were extremely strong in one-on-one combat and skilled in killing. The two most powerful ones were known as the Jinghe Twin Tigers, who were said to have fought on horseback all their lives, dueling with enemy martial arts masters one-on-one, and never lost in their entire lives.

Emperor Jinghe felt that his health was failing and his time was near.

He ordered the palace to fetch a piece of Frost Shadow Stone and present it to the two Martial Saints, instructing them to drip their essence blood before the stone, burn all their vital energy and true qi to perform martial arts with all their might, and imprint their invincible fist intent into the stone.

The image of the stone is meant to symbolize that these two martial saints served as door gods after the death of Emperor Jinghe, protecting the monarch they served. The image is openly displayed outside the Temple of Merit.

As it turns out, perhaps the two men's murderous aura was so strong that it deterred the Grim Reaper, because after the photo was taken, Emperor Jinghe actually recovered and lived for several more decades.

These two martial saints seemed to be targeted by death, and died one after the other.

Fortunately, when Emperor Jinghe and others passed away decades later, they specifically instructed that this shadow stone be placed outside the mausoleum so that the two loyal martial saints could continue to guard it after his death.

The martial intent of the two martial saints in the stone has remained for over 120 or 130 years, but it has been eroded by the sun and moon, and it is unknown how much of it remains.

"So..." Wang Daniu suddenly realized, "You meant for Fourth Brother to go to the tomb to study the remaining martial arts intent of the two Martial Saints within this Frosty Shadow Stone?"

Long Yi nodded and said, "That's exactly right."

Although he had not even reached the level of a Grandmaster, he was, after all, a member of the imperial clan and was well-informed. He had heard from senior members of the imperial clan, such as Grandmasters and Great Grandmasters, that if one wanted to hone one's own fist intent, the best way was to clash with the true fist intent.

"But how do we get in?" Wang Daniu asked again. "We're not going to wear a soldier's uniform and impersonate someone else to get in, are we?"

Long Yi laughed and waved his hand, saying there was no need for such trouble.

It turns out that the wonderful use of this shadow stone is not something that has only been revealed today.

More than a decade after Emperor Jinghe's burial, the probability of the Merit Stele Pavilion being renovated increased, and according to procedure, it only required reporting to the Commander-in-Chief.

Repairs require outside bricklayers to come in.

At first, Long Yi didn't understand the secret, but he did later.

It turns out that this was a closely guarded secret among the high-ranking officials of the Qingshui government's tomb guards: they were selling spots for those grandmasters or even great grandmasters to comprehend the essence of boxing in front of the Martial Saint's Shadow Stone.

After all, the two shadow stones were the most famous tiger generals in the previous dynasty's battlefields.

The method is simple: people report the need to repair the memorial pavilion, and those who have purchased a spot join the team of bricklayers as supervisors, while the bricklayers pretend to work for a few days.

Those who paid money could stay in front of the stone for a few days, the length of which depended on how much money they spent.

The money went into the tomb guards' accounts and was then distributed layer by layer, with everyone holding an official position receiving a share. Long Yiyan naturally received this money as well.

The fist intent within the Martial Saint Shadow Stone is consumed rapidly, which is also related to the fact that people have been coming to comprehend it for over a hundred years. After all, each comprehension session depletes the fist intent.

As things have developed to the point that there is now one quota per year for commanders and above in the garrison, which can be sold for silver to pocket as an official perk.

However, the effect of using the Shadow Stone to comprehend the essence of boxing has been declining year by year. There have even been cases where grandmasters have spent several days trying to comprehend the essence but gained nothing. As a result, this spot has become increasingly difficult to sell.

The commander just sold a spot recently, and a team of bricklayers will be arriving in a few days.

"Si Lang..." Long Yi patted his shoulder, "Normally, this kind of enlightenment session would cost at least two thousand taels of silver."

"However, the Martial Saint Stone has been worn out over time, and its effectiveness is inconsistent."

"Would you like to give it a try?"

"This is the only opportunity I can find for you."

Yang Silang nodded without hesitation.

"Then I'll leave it to Instructor Long. I'm off..."

Actually, he's currently preoccupied with the Nine-Tailed Fox and has no interest in comprehending the Martial Saint's Fist Intent and refining his own.

However, Long Yiyan's obsessive-compulsive disorder has caused him to lose his appetite, sleep poorly, and even have trouble defecating.

Fearing that if Yang Silang refused again, the old man would suffocate him, so he readily agreed, treating it as a trip to the imperial mausoleum for an outing.

It's just unexpected that such a magnificent imperial tomb, before the Great Shun Dynasty has even collapsed, has been turned into this state by the tomb guards.

If Emperor Jinghe knew this in the afterlife, would he be so angry that he would rise up and launch the eleventh campaign, first wiping out the imperial guards?

When Long Yi saw that Yang Silang had agreed, he clapped his hands in delight.

Suddenly he clutched his stomach and said something was wrong.

He could hear his stomach churning and rumbling, so he turned around and sped out.

"Shiro, it's a deal, I'll let you know in a few days..."

Wang Daniu was somewhat puzzled.

"Fourth Brother, is the instructor practicing the Toad Strength?"

Yang Silang shook his head.

"It doesn't sound like it to me."

Suddenly, a series of farts, like firecrackers, came from outside the wall.

The two looked at each other in silence. It was as if Instructor Long had finally relieved himself of his burden and was in a hurry to find the restroom.

night.

Yang Silang closed his eyes and waited for the nine-tailed fox to arrive.

a moment.

He suddenly felt a burning sensation on his arm. Looking down, he saw the fox tattoo pulsating as if it were coming to life.

A massive demonic aura surged from the tattoo, its eyes darting about, and then nine phantom tails began to wag. The next moment, the fox leaped from its arm to the ground.

A demonic aura surges, and the nine-tailed fox reappears.

She was still veiled in white gauze, dressed in a red palace gown, her hair piled high, sitting on a chair.

Yang Silang was speechless.

Fairy demons really know how to have fun.

He thought the main body would come, but he didn't expect that the clone mark left on his body could still be used in this way.

It's like the clone hears it, and the main body hears it too, without interrupting the main body's important business. It's really convenient.

With a flick of his hand, a delicate teapot the size of a fist appeared, steaming hot. With another flick, two teacups appeared, even larger than the teapot.

"Storyteller, come, have some tea first..." The nine-tailed fox seemed to be in a good mood today for some reason, and poured the tea herself. "Try it, this is real tea."

It's strange, really.

Her teapot looked so small, yet it filled two teacups and still made a loud noise when shaken; it was clearly a magical treasure with its own hidden wonders.

Others' secret weapons are used to desperately build up their attack and defense in order to defeat powerful enemies.

This person's secret weapon is simply a container for water and tea, purely a convenient household item for enjoyment.

Yang Silang was impressed by its wealth and extravagance.

Moreover, as soon as the tea was poured out, the room was immediately filled with a wonderful fragrance. Yang Silang took just one sip and felt as if his soul was soaking in a hot spring, an indescribable feeling of comfort.

Looking down at the tea soup again, it was surprisingly divided into two colors, black and white, yin and yang. The two colors of water swirled clearly, without crossing each other, forming a perfect pattern.

He could tell that the man was in a very good mood, so he boldly sat down on the chair and took the teacup with both hands.

"Thank you for your gift, Fairy..."

He first said some nice things, and under the other party's eager gaze, Yang Silang tilted his head back and gulped down the tea.

"cough……"

He felt as if he had swallowed a fireball!

The fireball entered the abdomen through the throat; it was originally an intangible object, but now it caused various changes in the body.

Under his spiritual perception, he saw a ball of light emitting yin and yang flames enter his abdomen, then split into two. The black ball of light sank into his dantian, where the liquid true qi boiled upon contact, exploding loudly in his dantian, expanding his qi sea, and even causing a tearing pain in his dantian.

The white light sphere rose upwards, directly entering the Niwan Palace and rushing towards the soul.

The true form of the Ruyi Tianzun shone brightly in an instant, and its height continued to increase. In fact, because it grew so fast, many cracks appeared on the outside of its divine soul form.

Yang Silang instantly fell from the chair to the ground, his skin turning an eerie red, radiating a scorching heat from his body—a result of the sudden high temperature generated within him.

boom!

His hair caught fire first, then his eyebrows and beard; then his clothes were ignited by the high temperature. Strangely, the fire was not the usual red or blue color.

Instead, it appears as black and white.

Yang Silang was writhing on the ground in pain. The fire burned through him from the inside out, and in the end, his tendons, muscles, internal organs, and blood vessels were faintly visible in the firelight. Even the bone marrow inside his spine was illuminated.

Some faint black impurities were burned out of the body with the flames and then turned into ash and fell to the ground.

The nine-tailed fox smiled and drank a cup of tea herself, but she didn't react much. Instead, she seemed to enjoy it, her brows relaxed, savoring the lingering fragrance in her mouth, while observing Yang Silang out of the corner of her eye.

Of course, she wasn't looking at the other person. Instead, observe its reaction under flame.

"what?"

"This child's body has so few impurities; it's even cleaner and more pristine than the bodies of those grandmasters who have their blood replenished weekly?"

"What kind of constitution does this person have?"

"Could it be that Mo Xinlian has struck gold?"

Her face showed surprise, and then her good mood vanished instantly.

This tea is called the Rebirth Yin-Yang Tea, which can enhance one's spirit and true energy. However, this is only a side effect. Its main function is to cleanse the body of various toxins produced during cultivation, including poisons from food accumulated over decades.

In short, it is about strengthening the body's foundation and bringing the body closer to the perfect physique that is innate.

This tea is produced in only a few ounces a year, and it comes from the royal secret realm. If it weren't for the Nine-Tailed Fox's extraordinary abilities, it would be impossible to obtain. Using it on Yang Silang today also has a boasting meaning—what Mo Xinlian can't give you, I can!

Unexpectedly, the other party's body contained almost no toxins, which perfectly matched their innate physique. Although their cultivation level was still low, their foundation was already extremely solid.

This act of kindness is like offering a hand to the ground, or winking at a blind man.

After a while.

Yang Silang stood up, and it was clear that his eyebrows, beard, and hair had all been burned off, leaving him bald. He immediately waved his hand, summoning a thin sheet from the bed and wrapping it around his body.

Touching his bald head again, Yang Silang smiled bitterly, realizing he was almost becoming a monk.

"Thank you for the tea, fairy!" he said respectfully.

This tea is wonderful! His Niwan Palace has expanded several times over, as has his Dantian Qi Sea. Moreover, there are black and white Qi residing in the upper and lower parts of the body. As he cultivates and breathes, he can continue to enhance his spiritual strength and expand his liquefied true Qi.

He had a premonition that he could absorb all of it in a day, and after absorbing it, it would probably be equivalent to a month of hard training.

This is excellent tea!

Nine-tailed fox, you are a good fox, not a slutty one. I must have misunderstood you before.

He bowed respectfully, but seeing that the smile on the nine-tailed fox's face had long since faded and she seemed somewhat indifferent, he simply waved his hand and said...

"You said that reading also takes time."

"Here's a cup of tea for you; refining it is worth more than a month of your arduous cultivation."

"Is that enough for you to finish your story?"

"Let's begin..."

Yang Silang muttered to himself that he couldn't figure out why the woman had suddenly turned from joy to annoyance.

He immediately sat up straight and began to slowly recount the Journey to the West from the beginning.

This lecture truly lasted all night, until the morning light shone in and the sky began to lighten. He gave the lecture ten times that night.

The nine-tailed fox listened for the second time and quickly forgot her troubles, listening with great interest, her eyes even more focused than Mo Xinlian's had been.

Yang Silang used all his skills, striving to speak clearly, with intonation and cadence, and telling his story in a gentle and detailed manner. Unfortunately, he did not have a drum in his hand, so he could not perform perfectly.