A mirror grinder? No, call me the master polisher of magical tools.

Chapter 15 The Ancestor of Humanity Conquers Heaven

Zhong Ming gradually woke up, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he found the old Taoist priest staring at him with a serious expression.

"Master, I succeeded."

"Yes, you still need to be careful in the future. That dragon has merged with you. Today it was only severely injured. I'm not confident that I can completely destroy it. It will definitely secretly absorb the spiritual energy you cultivate to strengthen itself in the future. If you want to get rid of it completely, you'll have to rely on yourself."

The old Taoist priest spread his hands, "Give it to me."

Zhong Ming: Huh??

"A Marquis's gold medal."

Zhong Ming was quite reluctant to part with it; it was a gold medal bestowed by the emperor, and now it was the only thing that could prove his identity.

"What are you afraid of? Here, take it. I also asked a friend to help you register." The old Taoist priest took out a genealogy book, which was the official proof of his Taoist identity.

Without it, you're just a hermit in the mountains and marshes; who knows if you're a murderer or an evil cultivator?

With it, you have a clear legitimate identity and will receive preferential treatment wherever you go.

Although Maoshan Taoist Temple is small, it was once very prosperous. With the old Taoist priest in charge, this genealogy is a truly valuable item.

Zhong Ming took the genealogy book, still somewhat hesitant. "Master... could we pay you back later? This gold medal is truly symbolic."

“Then I’ll hang it behind the Sanqing Hall. You can treat it as a pawned item here. When you make money in the future, you can come and redeem it.”

There's no room for negotiation on this point. As a Taoist priest, if your house is dilapidated, you'll repair it; if you run out of money, you'll go down the mountain to find work. Your main responsibility is self-reliance. At most, the "tuition fees" that students pay to their master will be waived.

"Disciple will remember." Zhong Ming was happy; Master is so good.

The old Taoist priest thought to himself, 'What level of cultivation did that broken dragon possess in its lifetime? Zhong Ming ate so little dragon meat, yet that little bit of dragon will was able to devour the true dragon energy of the human emperor nurtured within the golden tablet. If he wears the golden tablet for a few more years, it might undergo a transformation within Zhong Ming's body.'

After finishing one matter, there was another important matter to discuss, and the old Taoist priest's expression became much more amiable.

"Rest for a while, take the medicine, and I have something to ask you."

After taking the specially prepared medicine (obtained by selling his beard), one only needs to wait for the medicine to take effect. The connection between the dragon vein and the Zhongzhu acupoint will be completely healed in a few days. At that time, Zhongling will be able to circulate the Great Heavenly Cycle just like a normal cultivator.

After a while, seeing that Zhong Ming had rested enough, the old Taoist priest asked:

"Zhong Ming, have you always stayed in Qingxi Town? Have you ever been to school?"

At this point, Zhong Ming felt somewhat ashamed. "Master, I've always stayed in Qingxi Town. My parents died early, and I never went to school."

"Oh, you're not well-educated? Then why would you... imagine such a strange battlefield?"

“Ah, this…” Zhong Ming was a little embarrassed. He had never seen what a real battlefield looked like. “There’s a storyteller in the middle of our town who always loves to tell stories of swords and shadows on the battlefield. I always listen to a story whenever I pass by after sharpening my knife.”

The old Taoist priest appeared calm on the surface, but inwardly...

'Hmph, just one part? You've heard it at least dozens of times.'

When Zhong Ming saw that the old Taoist priest did not reply, he felt a little scared. Could it be that he thought he was uncultured?

"My disciple, do you know the name of that story?"

"I don't know." Zhong Ming hadn't really thought about this in detail.

"I know, you've memorized this story: The Ancestor of Man Conquers Heaven. If you encounter a storyteller again in the future, listen to it often; it will be beneficial."

"Disciple will obey Master's orders." Zhong Ming was quite happy. What was the difference between this and going out to play on imperial orders?

Xiao Zhao stood in a corner of the room, carrying a large book on his back, his brow furrowed and his face drooping. The old Taoist priest had asked him to teach Zhong Ming to read.

Sigh... I really don't know anything.

The old Taoist priest gave instructions, asking Xiao Zhao to teach Zhong Ming how to circulate the twelve meridians and how to perform the Great Circulation.

Zhong Ming's first level of Qi Refining is only half-baked. Who can store their own refined spiritual energy in a dragon vein? Only when the meridians are kept unobstructed and the spiritual energy is transported to the dantian can one be considered a true first level of Qi Refining.

The old Taoist priest went out the door and in a flash arrived at the highest point of Cat Mountain, gazing into the distance.

"Someone is secretly up to something big." This seemingly random statement actually elicited a response from someone.

The young lady, Bai, had somehow ended up beside the old Taoist priest.

"It will affect Zhong Ming? I'll go and chop him up."

No, you won't find him.

The old Taoist priest stretched out his palm, and from his rough hand, tiny figures the size of ravines and grains of sand appeared, recounting the "battle" that had just taken place. The scale of the battle was far greater than what Zhong Ming had sensed.

Zhong Ming said that he heard storytellers tell stories based on their own imagination.

"Judging from this atmosphere, could that storyteller also be a hidden cultivator?"

"No." The old Taoist was very certain that Gao Jin was the only cultivator in the entire Qingxi Town; the rest were all true mortals.

"Then this is...."

"The problem lies with the author, the guy who taught the storyteller to tell this story." The old Taoist priest looked up at the sky, his heart filled with nostalgia.

"To put it bluntly, you're a junior in my eyes, and you probably are in that guy's eyes too."

Miss Bai ignored it.

You're right, you're older than me, but whether an old guy can still fight is another matter.

The old Taoist priest changed the subject, "Hmph, he's just a coward who hid his head and tail back then, or a younger kid who doesn't have any guts and is sneaking around now, yet he still wants to ascend to immortality."

Immediately, the old Taoist priest began to guess which powerful figure it was.

The practice of fortune-telling and divination not only diminishes one's spiritual cultivation and shortens one's lifespan, but also incurs divine jealousy. Most importantly...

Even the old Taoist priest wouldn't know.

It's much better to guess; just say whatever you want, it's no big deal anyway.

"The Ancestor of Man's conquest of Heaven—what an ancient story! Among scholars, historians are the most likely candidates. Historians record the facts directly. If this story were to spread and everyone knew about it, it would probably be that the great historian, in the guise of the Ancestor of Man's record-keeping official, ascended to the Ascension Platform again after tens of thousands of years."

However... historians are always proud and upright, acting with integrity and honesty, holding high positions in the court and residing in the ancestral hall. This fellow's sneaky behavior is really unlike them."

Miss Bai rolled her eyes at the old Taoist priest. "You're acting so sneakily. Maybe it was you Taoists who did it."

“Uh…” The old Taoist swallowed his rebuttal. “If he is a cultivator, then he might want to deceive the heavens and become the human ancestor that everyone thinks of, and use the power of all living beings to open the heavens as a false human ancestor.”

This move was rather foolish. After all, the other big shots aren't pushovers either. There are quite a few big shots like this who believe in the principles of humanity and morality, and they're definitely secretly trying to trip us up behind our backs.

"But I still think it belongs to scholars. The story of the Ancestor of Humanity's Conquest of Heaven may seem like a story, but it is actually a good mental technique. If everyone learns this technique, those evil cultivators and alien races who use the possession of people's will as their main means will be in great trouble. Could it be that someone made some grand vow that everyone dares to fight against Heaven?"

"It doesn't matter, Zhong Ming is going down this path anyway." Miss Bai stretched and disappeared again.

Miss Bai felt that as long as it was a good thing, it wouldn't do any harm to give it to the disciples of Tianfeng.

The old Taoist priest was different. My disciple unknowingly practiced some unknown method of cultivation, as if his own daughter had been seduced by another scoundrel for a few days.

Anyone would find it disgusting.