Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

"How does it taste?" the old Daoist asked casually.

"Like a medicinal pill!" Zhang Yuanjing replied.

Hearing this, the old Daoist became happy again: "Not bad, you still have some discerning ability. No wonder you were able to pass the test of the Yin Yang Creation Furnace."

At this moment, a sound of dragon's roar and tiger's howl came from Zhang Yuanjing's abdomen, as if two fierce beasts were fighting. He was shocked and stood up, but felt that there was nothing wrong with his body. Not knowing what was happening, he quickly looked at the old Daoist.

"Sit down, sit down. It's just a small movement, why are you making such a fuss?" The old Daoist raised his hand and motioned for him to sit down, saying with satisfaction, "The foundation is not bad, there is actually the sound of a dragon and a tiger. Although it's not top-tier, it's still passable, enough to make that bald donkey suffer in this realm!"

Zhang Yuanjing looked inside his meridians and was shocked to find that all the pill toxins had been swept away. The original rough and thick earth power had become much more delicate and gentle. This not only did not weaken its hardness and thickness, but also enhanced its toughness and tolerance. This was only beneficial, and not harmful, to earth-based spells that focused on defense and trapping enemies.

His heart was surging, and he unconsciously wanted to bow and thank him again. Immediately, he remembered that this old man did not like people being too courteous, so he sat down cross-legged and said, "May I ask how senior is called?"

The old Daoist raised his dim eyes, his face full of wrinkles like cracked earth, and said leisurely, "I am very, very old, and I am also a Daoist cultivator. You can just call me Old Daoist."

Zhang Yuanjing assumed that he was unwilling to reveal his name, so he didn't ask any further. Instead, he pointed to the teacup on the low table and asked, "Is this another opportunity that senior has bestowed upon this junior?"

The old Daoist's worried expression disappeared, and he chuckled, "That's right. This pill is called the Taiyi Chonghe Powder. Dissolving pill toxins is just a side effect. Its main effect is to harmonize yin and yang, and to fuse qi and connect with the divine, allowing the mana to adhere to the middle way, preventing the failure of solitary yang to produce and solitary yin to grow. Everyone's spiritual roots are different, so the five elements of mana are somewhat biased, inevitably leading to an excess of yin and a decline of yang, or a strength of yang and a weakness of yin. For example, you kid, your earth energy is strong and firm, seemingly strong in yang, but actually biased towards yin. Now that yin and yang are harmonized, all things can naturally grow, and the effect on the cultivation of spiritual plants will also be stronger."

Then, he changed the subject and continued, "Of course, giving you this pill is not to help you enhance your mana, but to allow you to better control the Yin Yang Creation Furnace. After your mana is balanced in yin and yang, you won't need to take that pill to generate the power of water and fire. You can directly use the creation furnace to refine pills with your mana. Hehe, it will be even easier to accept the furnace's test in the future!"

Zhang Yuanjing was overjoyed upon hearing this, secretly thinking that this was indeed a great opportunity. Then, a thought flashed through his mind, and he couldn't help but be surprised by the old Daoist's identity, so he asked, "Senior also knows about the test of the Yin Yang Creation Furnace?"

The old Daoist rolled his eyes and said, "That kid, of course I know him. Those things he does, hmph! In the past 100,000 years, only four calamity responders have come here.

"The first three all failed. One ended in mutual destruction, and two were buried in the mouths of the insect kings. Fortunately, you guy has good fortune and actually won the victory with the weakest cultivation. Moreover, it was a great victory. You single-handedly wiped out six insect kings, opening up such a large territory for me to cultivate and live in. I was so happy that I gave you this pill. In the future, hehe, when you encounter that naughty furnace again, slowly deal with it and give it some suffering!"

Hearing what the old Daoist said, Zhang Yuanjing knew that this old Daoist had a close relationship with the Yin Yang Creation Furnace. There seemed to be some competition between them, so he couldn't help but ask, "Senior, what exactly is this insect nest? You keep saying that I am a calamity responder. May I ask what a calamity responder is? What calamity must be responded to?"

The old Daoist coughed lightly and was about to speak when a stiff voice came from the cliff above: "Old Daoist, don't cross the line!"

Zhang Yuanjing was very familiar with this voice. It was the stiff and emotionless voice from the insect nest.

As soon as the old Daoist heard this voice, he immediately became like a rooster being provoked. His white hair stood on end, and his wide robe moved without wind. He jumped up as agilely as a young man, pointed at the cliff, and shouted, "You bald thief, how dare you come here! You are the one who is crossing the line!"

On the cliff, a handsome man in white, with a shaved head, appeared silently and walked towards the place where the two were sitting.

This person's features were exquisite, as perfect as if they were painted. His eyes were full of immeasurable emotions, like a pool of dark water, making people sink into them.

Zhang Yuanjing was dumbfounded. He dared to say that this was the most beautiful man he had ever seen in his life, even though he had no hair and was just a bald head.

The man ignored the old Daoist and did not look at him. He was like a fluttering leaf, landing lightly under a plum tree branch, only three zhang away from them.

There was no mana flowing around him. He was neither a Daoist cultivator nor possessed demonic energy. He did not seem to be a cultivator.

He stretched out his slender, white palm, pinched a few strange hand seals, and a stone table and a stone stool appeared on the ground. He lightly lifted his robe, sat on the stone stool, closed his eyes, and chanted words in his mouth, ignoring the old Daoist and Zhang Yuanjing.

"Have you forgotten the agreement between the two Grand Lords? This is the territory opened up by my Daoist sect. Without my permission, you are not allowed to enter!" The old Daoist was very angry at the man's indifferent attitude and roared in exasperation.

The words "Grand Lords" shocked Zhang Yuanjing.

The old Daoist's aura was ethereal and elusive, and his realm and strength could not be seen. He originally thought that he was already a behind-the-scenes power, but he did not expect that there were people in charge behind him. What kind of existence would that be! And what kind of chess game had he been drawn into!

The beautiful man said in a stiff and emotionless voice, "The Grand Lords also said that if the other party wants to reveal heavenly secrets, they must be stopped. Hiding in one's own territory is not allowed either."

"Then what were you doing when you made so many moves during the calamity responder's challenge! You are openly defying the orders of the two Grand Lords! What is your crime!" The old Daoist questioned aggressively.

The beautiful man said calmly, "Didn't you give him another opportunity? Giving this compensation is considered a punishment for my crime."

"This is my extra reward, what does it have to do with you! If your crime is not dealt with, how can you guarantee fairness in the future!" The old Daoist did not give in and continued to glare at the beautiful man, looking like he would take action if he was not satisfied.

The beautiful man was stunned for a moment, then frowned, showing a rare expression that a living person should have, and said, "Since this Buddha has committed the sin of anger, then I will punish myself by facing the wall for ten thousand years!"

The old Daoist sneered and asked, "Then, if a calamity responder comes during these ten thousand years, who will preside over it?"

The beautiful man regained his wooden expression and said without emotion, "Since this Buddha is in seclusion, the insect nest will naturally be closed. It will be reopened after ten thousand years."

"You!" The old Daoist was furious again. "If a calamity responder appears within ten thousand years and you close it without accepting them, is this not violating the agreement between the two Grand Lords!"

The beautiful man asked, "Then what do you want?"

The old Daoist rolled up his sleeves and chuckled, "Let me do it for you and give you a hundred big slaps!"

The beautiful man said without any emotional fluctuations, "I am the face of the Grand Lord, how can I be subjected to such humiliation!"

The old Daoist raised his eyebrows: "Then let's have a fight, a fight will do!"

The beautiful man shook his head indifferently: "No, you and I represent the two Grand Lords in guarding this place, bearing heavy responsibilities. How can we casually fight!"

The old Daoist impatiently shouted, "This is not okay, that is not allowed, what exactly do you want! You say another way yourself!"

The beautiful man pondered for a moment and said, "Then I will be punished by chanting the 'Buddha's Rebirth Sutra' ten thousand times."

The old Daoist rolled his eyes: "That's too light. You bear the heavy responsibility of spreading the Dharma, but you have committed the sin of anger. If you are not severely punished, how can you convince people! Moreover, without a profound lesson, you will easily commit it again next time. If you want me to say, since you took action, just chop off one of your hands and leave a big scar as a warning!"

The old Daoist was just saying it casually, but the beautiful man nodded seriously: "Let's use this method."

As he said that, the beautiful man raised his right hand and slapped it on his left hand. There was a cracking sound, and his left hand broke. Then, this person did not hesitate to twist off the broken hand with his right hand, threw it towards the old Daoist, and then pinched a hand seal. He shook it at the bloody wound, and the wound scabbed and healed, but there was no palm.

The old Daoist took the severed hand, smiled, and without saying much, took out a yellow pill from his sleeve, crushed it, and sprinkled it on the severed hand. Then, he said to Zhang Yuanjing, "Your opportunity has come again. Take out the furnace."

Zhang Yuanjing quickly took out the Yin Yang Creation Furnace and was about to ask when he saw the old Daoist throw the severed hand into the furnace, clap his hands, and said, "Wait for a while, until this severed hand melts away, the things inside… um, those red sand grains can be refined and absorbed. You can use it yourself, and your big stone can also use it. This is a good thing for cultivating earth techniques. Hehe, if this great Buddha incarnation hadn't given a hand, those red sands would be too high-level for you to refine at your realm. So, you should thank him."

Zhang Yuanjing cupped his hands at the old Daoist and said, "Thank you, senior, for your accomplishment!"

The old Daoist waved his hand and said to the beautiful man with a loud laugh, "Old fellow, you might as well go back and find your Grand Lord. What are you still doing here! Of the ten insect kings, two have gone out, seven are dead, and one is unruly and determined to break through this world on its own! You have already lost the competition here!"

The beautiful man remained unmoved and said calmly, "It's not over yet! I will tame this last one. It is taking this opportunity to break through to the Transformation Realm, which is even better. Once it goes out, it will be a top-tier combat force, enough to establish merit and careers for the Grand Lord in this realm."

The old Daoist chuckled and did not answer. Instead, he turned to Zhang Yuanjing and said, "With this guy here, many things cannot be said. Anyway, you have watched for so long and can understand some things. What will happen in the future depends on your own fortune!"

He emphasized the word "fortune" very heavily, with a very obvious suggestive meaning. Zhang Yuanjing quickly nodded, indicating that he understood.

However, he simply did not want to be involved in the "two Grand Lords"'s battle of magic. He had already made up his mind that unless he encountered a life-threatening event that he had to go to, he would never go looking for the Yin Yang Creation Furnace again.

"Oh, I almost forgot, that Demon Transformation Pill, um, is a good thing!" The old Daoist patted his forehead, deliberating his words, "This was refined by me and this big bald head together. Inside… um, anyway, it enhances the power of the divine soul. Don't rush to take it. Wait until your divine soul reaches the extreme of the Core Formation Realm before taking this pill. It can expand the upper limit of your divine soul by another fold, or even more!"

Zhang Yuanjing's face showed a look of shock upon hearing this. This pill was much more powerful than the Divine Enhancement Pill. It was a pity that there was only the pill and no pill formula.

The old Daoist blinked his eyes and thought for a while, feeling that he had not missed anything. Then, he pointed to the Yin Yang Creation Furnace on the ground and said, "Put it away. Um, now this furnace can be put into the storage bracelet! This place was created by the hands of the two Grand Lords and is considered a wonderful place. I will let you stay here for a longer period of time, which will allow you to digest this opportunity!"

Zhang Yuanjing did not understand what he meant and was about to ask for advice when he heard the old Daoist say "Go!" and his body involuntarily shrank, crossed a long darkness, and fell into a stone cave.