bestfiction Chapter 13 Daoist Title
Chapter 13 Daoist Title
"Remember this feeling."
The spiritual energy was like a spear, with all the attacks concentrated on a single point. Although the spear was as long as a dragon and its spiritual power was continuous, it completely restrained its aggressiveness. It did not cause the slightest pain when it passed through the meridians and the previously opened flesh.
If the pain before was like being smashed to pieces by a sledgehammer, now it's like being pricked by a steel needle. It still hurts, but it's much better than before.
This time, the progress is comparable to several previous times.
Zhong Ming clutched his stomach, half-curled up on the stone slab. With his master beside him, he felt much more at ease.
Unbeknownst to them, their wariness of the old Taoist priest had completely vanished, leaving only a trace.
Since escaping from Qingxi Town, Zhong Ming has been pondering his own worth.
Gao Jin massacred the town because the townspeople didn't feel they had any value. Most of them were poor people struggling on the poverty line. When Gao Jin invited them to eat dragon meat, they felt they were too poor to afford it even if ten of them pooled their money. So they felt completely at ease, thinking that Master Gao must be a truly good person.
Zhong Ming also realized the truth: beyond money, these cultivators also valued human bodies, bloodlines, and souls...
At first, he always wondered if he could ask the old Taoist immortal to help him with these hidden values within himself. After all, he felt that he, like everyone else, was willing to give up his soul and body in exchange for Gao Jin's death, a life-for-life deal that was worthwhile.
Later, he wondered if the old Taoist priest, like Gao Jin, was after something from him. At that time, he always felt it was impossible, and he always felt that the thoughts of immortals must be different from those of others, and that there must be some value that mortals like himself could not see.
A few days ago, he confirmed that he really was just a mortal, a mortal corrupted by dragon flesh, and there were more than ten thousand of them in Qingxi Town.
Now, he carefully and earnestly examined the old Taoist priest. Everything he did was for the long term; he did not consider the end of his life as having taken revenge, just as he said.
"You are the disciple of Taoist Tianfeng."
Zhong Ming's body trembled uncontrollably; his brain had grown accustomed to the pain, but his body had not.
The old Taoist priest's body was brimming with spiritual energy. After Zhong Ming entered the first level of Qi Refining, he truly felt how terrifying his master's spiritual energy was, as if an entire mountain was sitting next to him.
What has been revealed so far is merely the tip of the iceberg of the old Taoist priest's abilities.
Yes, the spiritual energy was mainly used to maintain the "beard".
“Master…”
"Hmm? My disciple, get some rest. Time is precious."
"Master, I would like to ask, what realm are you in?"
"Me?" The old Taoist priest subconsciously stroked his beard, but his hand froze on the spot as soon as it touched the beard, not daring to move. Instead, it acted as a support to prevent the "beard" from falling down.
"Cultivating immortality begins with the ninth level of Qi Refining. This stage involves accumulating and refining spiritual energy, constantly purifying the meridians and circulating it throughout the body. Once the time is right, one can enter the Foundation Establishment stage. After that, there are the Golden Core stage, the Nascent Soul stage, and the Deity Transformation stage, each divided into early, middle, late, and Great Perfection stages. As for those above the Deity Transformation stage, it is said that there are patriarchs who personally guide one to ascend to immortality."
Instead of directly answering Zhong Ming's question, the old Taoist priest explained some basic knowledge.
"Then, Master, you..."
"It's enough for home use, but not enough when we go out."
It was rare to see the old Taoist priest, but he seemed a little unhappy. Zhong Ming, being sensible, didn't ask any further questions.
“My disciple, you are just getting started. Don’t be too ambitious. Instead of worrying about your cultivation level, you should decide on your Dao name first.”
The matter of a Taoist name is something that is preordained by fate. It is best if it matches one's own style of cultivation, as it can bring some mysterious and profound benefits.
Those who cultivate in the mountains and marshes don't count; those with a master-disciple relationship are usually given a title by their master based on seniority, the Taoist techniques they practice, their personality, and so on.
The problem is... Zhong Ming completely disbelieves the name "Body Refining Technique".
"Letting others know your real name can endanger your life under certain enemy spells. When traveling the world, people usually use pseudonyms or Taoist names. Some bold people dare to keep their surnames, such as being called Zhong Xuanzi or Zhong Ling Zhenren."
The old Taoist priest immediately showed disdain, "This kind of Taoist title is too grand. You are just a greenhorn with little talent. You can't bear it."
"There is another type of person who will openly use their cultivation path as their Daoist name. For example, you can use names like 'True Lord of the Four Seas' or 'Master of Subduing Dragons.' However, those are truly powerful beings who have extreme self-confidence. These Daoist names are of great benefit to their cultivation, but they can also attract a large number of enemies, including those who cultivate the same Dao or whose Dao clash with it."
"The last one is more suitable for you. It's a Taoist name that is ambiguous or has a hidden meaning. I know someone called Han Hai Zhen Jun. Doesn't it sound like a great cultivator who is proficient in water magic? Actually, Han Hai also means a great desert. This person is a great master of earth magic."
Zhong Ming: "Then I'll call myself Body Refining True Monarch?"
Tell me, is there any connection? Isn't it ambiguous?
The old Taoist priest looked at him speechlessly.
Xiao Zhao clapped her hands, "Zhong Ming is indeed insightful; the Daoist has excellent judgment."
Master Tianfeng put one hand to his forehead, suddenly feeling immense pressure, and didn't know what to say.
Suddenly, a clear sword sound rang out from outside, filled with murderous intent, rushing straight towards the Taoist priest.
"Zhong Ming, I'll be right back." The old Taoist priest didn't even have time to leave through the door; he jumped out the window and rushed out.
There are poems:
A long wind pierces through the clouds and waves, and sword light rises within the Sanqing Hall.
Since ancient times, there have been many places where people sought answers, so I knelt before a clay sculpture and spoke of my heart.
The old Taoist priest rushed into the Sanqing Hall in a hurry, his sleeves flapping loudly.
"Grandma, no, no, the main hall can't be demolished!"
The young lady in white, clutching the divine sword, her long dress billowing even without wind, unleashed a fierce and sweeping sword light that instantly reduced tables and chairs to dust. The sword's power intensified, threatening to reduce the entire main hall to ashes.
The Daoist name is more important than one might imagine; it is a Dao that can almost influence the future course of things.
Miss Bai was not satisfied with this Taoist name, so that was it.
"Hey, let's go outside and talk, okay? It's not decided yet, no rush."
The old Taoist priest broke out in a cold sweat. He was worried that the money he had just borrowed might be used to repair the main hall before his apprentice even had a chance to use it.
In a flash, the two were standing on the rooftop.
The old Taoist priest had been tricked and was in a sorry state. His fake beard was completely gone, and he didn't even care that his Taoist hat had fallen off. He stood in a corner of the eaves with a big bald head.
“Miss Bai, no matter what, this is the Sanqing Hall, the ancestral temple of Taoism. You can’t do this to us.”
The young lady didn't open her mouth, but her voice drifted out, like the sound of a sword singing, moving and touching.
"I do not seek the Dao; my life is for killing, and there is no one I will not slay. Even if the Three Pure Ones are fighting amongst themselves, I do not believe that the Immortal Execution Sword will remain unsheathed. There has never been a reason why a sword could not cut down a Heavenly Venerable."
The old Taoist priest felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing this and dared not continue the topic. If he continued, who knew what kind of terrible things might happen that would get him struck by lightning? She might not be afraid, but I was.
“Miss Bai, I know you have objections to Zhongming’s Daoist name, but it hasn’t been decided yet. Let’s discuss it some more.”
"The disciples of Tianfeng are half of each of us."
Before the old Taoist could reply, the heavens and earth shattered, like a stone thrown into a frozen lake, cracking inch by inch and breaking apart suddenly.
She smiled sweetly and said one word: "Rainbow".