socalfunplaces Chapter 397 - 243: Dragon-Tiger Pill, Split Evenly (Part 2)
Chapter 397 - 243: Dragon-Tiger Pill, Split Evenly (Part 2)
It’s evident how fierce this disobedient disciple is!
"What’s most admirable is that he shows no mercy at all!
If he finds out I’m the Chi Yang Sect Leader planning to take Ah Qi away as a Daoist, he might just beat me to death."
Chen Xing grinned, unsure whether to feel relieved or distressed.
Suddenly, his brow trembled, and Chen Yin, sitting weakly on the Spirit Platform, cursed:
"Chen Xing, you son of a bitch! You dragged this Sect Leader into deep trouble... What kind of disciple did you take in? It’s like raising a tiger to court disaster! Those twenty-nine punches almost shattered my soul! If I still had my physical body, I would have... let him taste the Three Yang Tribulation Destruction Hand Seal!"
Originally ethereal and poised, Chen Yin now looked as shattered as a broken porcelain doll.
The fact that he, the White Sun Sect Leader who values tranquility and cultivation, resorted to cursing, shows how severely he was beaten this time.
Feeling utterly hopeless, he sat slumped on the Spirit Platform like a horse cart fully loaded with goods crushing over him a hundred times.
"All of this just to protect Ah Qi, this good seedling! Old Chen, it was all worth it!
Besides, you and I share the same body, so when you curse me, aren’t you cursing yourself?"
Chen Xing tried hard to console him.
Ninghai Zen’s Hundred Punches.
He alone endured seventy-one punches, while Chen Yin took twenty-nine.
It seemed like Chen Xing had the worst of it.
But the latter unleashed the divine stance of the Four Cultivation Grandmasters, increasing its power tens of times, specifically targeting the soul.
If not for Chen Yin’s cultivation of the "Future Star Map of Non-Existence," refining nine life clusters in his mind,
he would have truly been beaten to soul annihilation!
"You..."
Chen Yin’s head throbbed painfully, feeling dizzy:
"From now on, good disciple... you take three days, and I take three days!"
Chen Xing feigned ignorance and slapped his forehead:
"Old Chen, you just take it easy and rest! Ah Qi, I’ll take care of him!"
Chen Yin was so furious he was grinding his teeth, ready to curse some more, but suddenly he seemed to be slapped down, and he fell asleep.
"Too green to wrestle with me!"
Chen Xing shook his sore and swollen muscles with pride:
"Not only did I use a delaying tactic to hold off the rebellious disciple, but I also pacified Chen Yin, who had secret designs on Ah Qi—killing two birds with one stone! What’s a few minor injuries?"
His ears twitched as he heard Bai Qi’s footsteps, and his expression once again changed to a listless and dispirited demeanor.
"Master... Is this the Dragon and Tiger Grand Pill?"
Bai Qi removed the cork from the medicine bottle and sniffed twice, his internal qi and blood feeling like fertile farmland nourished by flowing water, bursting with vitality.
He thought with a mix of envy and anticipation:
"No wonder they say that the Spirit Pills consumed by Grandmasters are rare, and only the Upper Sect Daoist Sect, as well as Dragon Court, can offer them.
Just by inhaling a breath, I already feel extraordinary, not to mention consuming it!"
Chen Xing took the palm-sized medicine bottle, poured out a strange-looking iron ball that seemed like a solid-filled smooth egg, with patterns of fire, water, wind, and lightning on its surface, shining in a light gold color, very exquisite.
"The elixirs for the Four Cultivation are called ’Golden Pills,’ divided into ’Nine Turns.’"
"Look at this Dragon and Tiger Grand Pill, with four patterns on its elixir robe, indicating a high-grade ’Fourth Turn’ level."
Chen Xing held the elixir pill for the good disciple to examine carefully:
"Such a grand pill, crafted only by Daoists proficient in the art of extracting Kan and filling Li with mercury and lead, often takes several years or even decades to produce, valued at thousands of gold and beyond."
He squeezed the sturdy-as-fine-steel elixir robe with three fingers, crushing it with a crisp "crack," releasing strands of extremely rich, dazzling essence!
"What is this? Qi?"
Bai Qi’s eyes widened, his nose identified the cyclical changes of yin and yang, decay and prosperity.
Chen Xing crushed the Dragon and Tiger Grand Pill, the burst of brilliance intertwined and surged like rising clouds, rapidly diffusing.
Bai Qi’s eyes gleamed brightly, perceiving their true essence as clusters of condensed primordial energy.
Their qualities vary; some are scorching, some gentle, some light and nimble, some formidable and fierce.
Through refining, it’s like formulating medicine with emperor, minister, assistant, and courier components, becoming one harmonious blend.
"So this is the Golden Pill? Not something to swallow, but for Qi Refining!"
Bai Qi felt he had learned something new, instinctively inhaling and exhaling a trace of the pure primordial energy.
The abundant qi and blood within his body instantly surged like rivers pouring forth, rumbling and rushing through his limbs and bones.
"If I refine this Dragon and Tiger Grand Pill, in no more than ten days, I might break through the Third Cultivation."
Bai Qi held his breath and said to Chen Xing:
"Master! Quickly heal your injuries. I’ll stand guard outside the door to prevent any disturbances."
Chen Xing shook his head:
"This minor injury of mine can be healed with half of this Dragon and Tiger Grand Pill.
Ah Qi, the rest is prepared for you!
It will help you subdue the great dragon of your spine and achieve perfection in the ’Mercury Blood Silver Marrow’ of the Second Cultivation!"
Bai Qi hesitated for a moment and then declined:
"As a junior disciple, how could I possibly accept this? The Four-turn Golden Pill is incredibly precious..."
Chen Xing intensified his tone:
"Ah Qi, you’ve rarely come to Yihai Prefecture and cannot stay long.
This Dragon and Tiger Grand Pill is exceedingly rare, but using it on you is truly worthwhile.
Once you break through the third cultivation, there is a significant task that I must entrust to you."
Bai Qi thought to himself:
"Could he be asking me to join the White Sun Sect’s conspiracy?"
Chen Xing urged:
"Quickly refine it! All this vitality was painstakingly gathered by the Mercury and Lead Daoist, refined in a furnace fueled by earth fire, tirelessly day and night, making it hard to come by!
Your strength lies in your sturdy physique and robust qi and blood, so refining this pill’s vital energy won’t be difficult for you!"
Seeing his master’s insistence, Bai Qi pondered for a moment before no longer refusing, positioning himself to begin the cultivation.
The great dragon within him quivered violently as strands and streams of pure energy surged into his upright and sturdy flesh like beams of radiant light being swallowed.
"Third Cultivation...it’s almost there. Breaking through the skin barrier, at least you won’t be destroyed by something as fine as an ox’s hair of sword qi."
Chen Xing watched his disciple intently while mending his own large, cracked physique, and he seemed to hear Ninghai Zen’s voice echoing in his ears:
"With wings of one’s own, why depend on cloud ladders... What ambition you have, unworthy disciple!"
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"Father really has made progress over the years."
By the Nu Yun River, a small boat drifted downstream, with a figure in a Celestial Cyan Robe sitting on it, unable to help but gasp in astonishment:
"One hundred punches and my palms still hurt.
Now that I know Master is still so robust, I can rest assured; next time...I’ll be more filial."
Ninghai Zen gently shook his numbing fingers, as his master was willing to endure a hundred punches just to make Ah Qi stay a few more days, proving just how outstanding his own disciple was.
"Forget it, forget it, the path is chosen by oneself, and the way is walked by oneself; it’s hard for Master to intervene."
He casually picked up the fishing rod he’d seized from Chen Xing, baited the hook, and cast it into the wide river.
The sky was still early, so he might as well catch a few big fish to bring back for Lao Dao to make soup.
But before Ninghai Zen could settle down, the whole river seemed to be sliced open by a giant sword, creating vast waves.
A figure wearing a bamboo hat suddenly appeared.
"Ninghai Zen, I’ve finally found you."
Chunyu Cultivator lifted his head, and the snow-white sword qi danced wildly behind him as if wings sprouted from his back, riding the wind.
"I’m a bit tired today. If you’re willing to leave within three breaths, I’ll pretend nothing happened."
Ninghai Zen held his fishing rod, his eyes fixed on a red-tailed big fish about to bite the hook before it was scared away.
"Rest assured, Brother Chunyu. I never take advantage of others’ weaknesses. You’ve consumed much energy in battle, so even if you won the challenge, it wouldn’t be meaningful.
Ninghai Zen, I won’t linger at the Fourth Qi Cultivation Barrier for long, so this battle must be timely.
Time and place are up to you, how about it?"
Chunyu Cultivator was full of anticipation, patiently waiting for ten whole years for this day.
The old grudge from a slap long ago could finally be avenged!
"It’s been a while since I’ve seen someone more impressive than myself... My hands are indeed itching."
Ninghai Zen stretched his fingers, contemplating how to slap Chunyu Cultivator under the hat more satisfyingly.
But he seemed to think of something, and then he decided against slapping him flat:
"Brother Chunyu! To be honest, I, Ning Mou, have been through the Jianghu extensively, fought countless battles, yet you’re the only one I can’t forget.
How about June 8th, at the Chaotian Sect?"