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

Chapter 127 The Soul Strengthening Method

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Grandma Tianjing pointed to the mirage scroll hanging on the wall, and a beam of blue light shot out, immediately revealing an image inside.

"I will first teach you the Soul Strengthening Technique; please observe it carefully and patiently."

It was that same long-faced, pale-faced Taoist priest again.

Yang Silang guessed that his grandmother said she had been briefly transferred to an abandoned Taoist temple when she was young.

This Taoist priest was probably the one who stayed behind at the Taoist Pavilion. The images of him cultivating were all recorded by Grandma, so he was the one she remembered every time.

Yang Silang couldn't help but be curious; he wondered what level this Taoist had ultimately reached.

If this Taoist priest could live to this day, would he have lived a second life?

He temporarily suppressed his distracting thoughts and carefully examined the painting within the painting.

The Taoist priest's complexion looked no different from before.

Yang Silang guessed that he probably spent a lot of time on the Dragon Eye Dotting stage, because breaking through the Heart Divine Realm is almost like digging up one's own roots for a Taoist, and it is not an easy task to overcome.

Once the dragon's eyes are dotted, lighting the corpse lamp is almost effortless for a seasoned Daoist cultivator.

The Taoist priest had been meditating in that simple, undecorated room, only the scrolls hanging on the wall were different each time.

This time, it's yet another new scroll painting.

The scroll depicts a figure shimmering with blue light, which is the spirit of the figure. It floats upwards as if it were nothing, emerges from the Baihui acupoint, passes through the house, and appears in the outside world.

At night.

Suddenly, several dark clouds drifted in from the sky, a bolt of lightning illuminated the clouds, and a booming sound rang out, reaching the ground. This thunder seemed to resonate with the soul body, almost instantly shattering it into pieces, leaving it completely disintegrated and nearly annihilated.

With a flash of light, the scene reappeared. The soul left the body intact, passing through the house and into the air. A cold wind swept by, and the invisible breeze landed on the soul, but it felt like being sliced ​​by a thousand knives. The wind was like a sharp blade, peeling away the soul layer by layer like an onion. In just a moment, it was as if an apple had been peeled into a core, about to dissipate.

The light flashed again, and another intact soul ascended into the sky.

Yang Silang understood: the painting within a painting was a demonstration of the various natural enemies that the wandering soul would face after it ascended into the air.

This time it was rain, a light drizzle, but when it fell on the soul's body, it felt like sulfuric acid dripping onto flesh. A single drop of water created a terrifying, transparent hole in the soul's body, and within moments, the soul's body was riddled with holes and on the verge of falling apart.

Next came frost, snow, hail, and fog. Yang Silang could understand the first three, but this soul body was actually afraid of fog. When the fog thickened, it could assimilate the soul body and melt the soul light on its body into fog.

We barely survived these natural disasters.

The soul could only fly outward a few hundred steps.

A loud rooster crowed from the neighboring yard. No one knew which rooster was crowing in the middle of the night, but the soul collapsed!

They tried again, this time flying a hundred steps more, and the barking of dogs made their souls shake and tremble.

He tried again, but after flying no more than ten steps, the martial artist next door shouted as he practiced his punches. With a roar, his blood and qi surged forth, directly shattering his soul.

Even the neighing of horses and the chirping of birds can affect the soul and body.

As night finally dissipated, the soul experienced all sorts of bizarre ways of dying.

Yang Silang was completely numb to it. He just couldn't understand why a Taoist priest, after all the hard work of cultivating a ghostly spirit, would willingly taint himself with things like boys' urine and menstrual blood to seek death? Wasn't that disgusting?

The picture-in-picture demonstration continues.

The scene has changed to daytime.

The soul body encounters many calamities at night, but only the moonlight is very kind to it, nourishing and increasing its soul power, because the soul body is an extremely yin body, and moonlight is also yin, which is very beneficial to the soul body.

However, on the other hand, this intense sunlight may not necessarily be beneficial to the soul and body.

In the scroll, the wronged soul that had died a hundred times swam outside during the day. The warm sunlight shone on the earth, but the soul couldn't even hold on for a moment when it saw the sunlight. It dissolved completely, leaving not even a trace of smoke. It was completely dissolved, leaving not even a speck of dust!

Yang Silang's expression changed slightly.

This scroll clearly depicts one hundred ways for the soul to die.

Thunder and sunlight are the most deadly; other weather changes are fatal but can be mitigated; animals with strong yang energy or extremely yin and filthy things can also cause harm.

Of course, most of these cases can be saved, but at the cost of severe damage to the soul and body; in a few cases, it is an instant death, and self-rescue is a pipe dream.

Grandma Tianjing whispered from the side.

"Child, watch carefully and remember this well."

"These are the various situations that may harm a wandering spirit when it is first formed."

"The scroll doesn't cover all situations yet; remember to be quick-witted."

"Just remember one fundamental point: the soul in the Wandering Soul Realm is not strong. It is most afraid of extreme yang, as well as filth and various celestial phenomena."

Yang Silang was speechless.

The birth of this wandering soul is like that of a newborn baby. Without the care and protection of adults, any change in the outside world could be fatal to it.

The Taoist priest in the scroll kept his eyes closed.

It seems these things are common knowledge to him, and not worth watching.

The soul left the body but did not rush out of the house.

He sat down outside the Baihui acupoint on his body, also adopting a posture of facing the sky with his five hearts facing upwards.

From Yang Silang's perspective, it looks like a gourd-shaped figure with a gourd on his head, which is somewhat inexplicably funny.

At this moment, the body's breathing was barely perceptible because the soul had left the body, and the body only maintained its instincts, keeping the minimum breathing, almost entering a state of suspended animation, with the chest rising and falling only once every long while.

The body's complexion turned pale, blood and qi were dormant, and true energy was withdrawn, minimizing consumption. This is the body's instinct to maintain minimal energy expenditure when the soul leaves the body, ensuring the soul's return and the body's preservation from decay and death.

The blue-light soul body's chest heaved as it began to breathe using a unique breathing method!

But what it inhaled through its nose was not air, but moonlight from the sky, which formed two milky white dragons that entered its small, luminous body!

The roof can block the moonlight, but it cannot stop the omnipresent moonlight from falling.

The soul body absorbs moonlight into its nostrils according to a unique breathing rhythm, nourishing the soul body. At this time, the physical body beneath it also changes, with the chest rising and falling and breathing synchronized with the soul body.

At the same time, the blood and qi in the body gradually boiled, and the true qi in the dantian circulated rapidly.

Because it's a demonstration using the skin of a mirage demon, the human body in the painting is also transparent, allowing you to see the circulation and consumption of blood and true energy.

Yang Silang discovered that the more moonlight his soul absorbed, the more his physical body lost in terms of blood and true energy, and the paler his skin became.

Correspondingly, the azure light on the soul body became increasingly condensed, and the body continued to grow stronger.

The scroll contains corresponding text.

The Soul Strengthening Method uses the body as a furnace, internally consuming the essence of blood and qi, the true qi of the dantian, and the light of the spirit—the three flavors of essence, qi, and spirit; externally absorbing the light of the moon, combining the internal and external to rapidly strengthen the soul and body.

A martial artist with abundant blood and qi, full essence and energy, and a strong will can provide more fuel that is more potent and burns longer.

If an ordinary mortal lacks qi and blood, has no true qi, and his spirit is unstable, then practicing this method is tantamount to courting death. Therefore, one must use highly nourishing substances and rare and precious materials to replenish these deficiencies.

Therefore, it is best to cultivate martial arts before cultivating Taoism to lay a solid foundation; however, there are also scions of powerful families and sects who have abundant resources, so they first cultivate their soul and then nourish their body, comprehending Taoism before cultivating martial arts, and they also make rapid progress.

Yang Silang pondered to himself.

The old folks often say that those who practice martial arts are poor but those who practice it are rich, because practicing martial arts requires a lot of nourishing food to avoid ruining one's health; otherwise, the more one practices, the faster one will die.

It should be applied to spiritual cultivation.

On the contrary, the poor are skilled in martial arts and the rich in Taoism. If resources are scarce, one can train one's body and burn oneself out; if resources are abundant, one can focus on practicing Taoism in the early stages and use external things as fuel to make up for one's own deficiencies. Once one has achieved success in Taoism, one can cleanse one's body and then practice martial arts, which will lead to rapid progress.

There are further changes within the painting.

After absorbing enough moonlight and the essence of the physical body, the soul body grew several times stronger. Its breathing rhythm changed, and at the same time, its hands formed a mudra, and the blue light outside the soul body surged and contracted rapidly.

As the moonlight rose and fell, it condensed layer by layer around the soul's body.

The image of the Ruyi Celestial Venerable displayed on the Mirage Demon's skin showed that its armor gradually became thicker and more ancient, transforming from a piece of light armor into a piece of iron armor, only with a layer of blue light emanating from it.

This continued for a long time.

The moon disappeared, and the sun rose.

As long as the soul body is not directly exposed to sunlight, it can also absorb the essence of the sun.

Thus, day and night swirled erratically, seemingly for more than ten days.

When the armor was solidified and became almost tangible.

As night fell, the soul flew outside. Even amidst thunder, rain, snow, wind, and fog, the blue light on the armor blocked it; the crowing of roosters and barking of dogs could not affect it in the slightest.

A flash of azure light appeared on his soul body. Relying on his soul power, he mobilized the clouds and energy of heaven and earth, and a gentle breeze actually arose beneath his body, carrying him several feet away in an instant!

A faint light flickered, and the wandering spirit glided swiftly through the air, sprinting straight ahead and turning with unparalleled fluidity and ease, much faster than Yang Silang's grass-flying skill.

After all, wandering souls are extremely yin, with negligible weight, and can travel at incredible speeds by riding the wind.

The scroll also has text indicating that this technique is called the Wind Control Technique, and it is not very complicated.

Stab it!

A flame was ignited.

The mirage scroll was burning fiercely.

Yang Silang finally came to his senses and realized that the day's preaching had ended.

"My child, Grandma is tired. You go back and practice hard. I'm going to rest for a bit."

Grandma Tianjing's projection lasted a long time this time, and her tone showed signs of fatigue. After giving a few instructions, she fell silent, clearly having returned to her original body from the round stone on the roof.

The round stone on top is essentially just one of its manifestations; after all, there are many such round stones, and each boxing manual room needs to have one.

Yang Silang saw his grandmother off without even having a chance to say a word.

He noticed a charred mark on the wall, a remnant of a burnt mirage scroll.

Grandma Tianjing has taught him to fix the Niwan point to generate the spirit; to observe the spirit and dot the dragon's eyes; to leave the body and light the corpse lamp; and today she will teach him to strengthen the spirit in the cauldron and to ride the wind and roam the spirit.

Yes, I burned several mirage scrolls in total.

Let's set aside the matter of Grandma's deception and cover-up.

Ouch, even the paint on the walls is burnt black. Maybe we should move to a different room next time?

Never mind, I'll talk to Grandma about it next time.

He left the martial arts hall with joy in his heart.

In the evening, as usual, I practiced stances and boxing, and mentally rehearsed the details of strengthening the soul in the cauldron and riding the wind, but I didn't rush to practice.

The following morning.

Yang Silang is practicing his boxing.

Wang Daniu walked in carrying a newly bought copper lamp in one hand and a finely crafted gold-leaf invitation in the other.

Upon seeing Yang Silang, he instinctively hid the lamp behind his back.

"Fourth Brother, I happened to run into Young Master Pei when I went out today."

He asked me to give you this invitation.

"What's with all this talk about yellow, white, red, and black? We'll have to hold a hunting party again in half a month."

"I'll let you know at a glance. Are you going or not?"

"He said if you're going, you'd better prepare a good horse that's been on the battlefield."

Yang Silang raised an eyebrow upon hearing this. Was this because the four great families had lost face at the Flying Immortal Gathering and were preparing to hold another grand event?

But what does it mean to prepare a good horse?

Why are they still discriminating against infantry fighters?

Could it be that this was not a cursory hunting trip, and the prey was extremely ferocious?

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