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

Chapter 109 Taoist Cultivation

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Yang Silang perked up and recounted in detail how he and his friends had fought against two golden trout, male and female, a few days ago.

Although he was not the main character in the whole incident and did not stand out much, at most he saved the two with a shot at the end, and his true energy was more powerful than everyone estimated.

The most prominent figures in this matter were Yan Nanxing, Jin Xiangyu, and Pei Buqi.

However, Yang Silang felt that he hadn't lost out. He would get the bone spear and also gold and silver, so he would truly benefit from it.

Even if Pei Buqi and others become officials, they still need to find powerful backers, cultivate relationships with colleagues, and win over subordinates. They will spend a lot of money in the next year or two.

of course.

While Yang Silang vividly recounted his battle with the water demon, Granny Tianjing was also busy. As she listened, she conjured a giant mouth and slurped up all the fine wine and fragrant meat.

The drinks today were better than usual, after all, it was Commanders Sun and Ye who were hosting their benefactor. They were fourth-rank military officers and were not short of money, so the banquet was of a very high standard.

Grandma Tianjing ate with great relish, even smacking her lips – I don't know which master she learned it from, although it's a bit unrefined, but that's how she enjoyed eating.

"Grandma, that's how it is. I got an eight-foot-long bone spear, which is about twice as light as an iron spear, but has just the right amount of elasticity and is incredibly sharp."

Grandma Tianjing chuckled.

"My child, Grandma won't eat your food for nothing."

"Thank goodness you met your grandma, otherwise you would have almost missed out on something truly good."

"The Golden Tuna Demon is so big, its body shouldn't have decomposed in the last few days. Go find your friend, cut open its brain, and you'll find a walnut-sized amount of brain oil in the middle."

"You demand this item; it is the most valuable thing on the golden tuna trout."

"The bone spear is good, but once you reach a certain level, even divine weapons will not be rare."

"Once you miss this, you'll never find it again."

Yang Silang asked, puzzled, what was the use of this thing?

As far as he knew, the demon's corpse had been deboned and its head cut off and kept by the government, who planned to preserve it and then parade it through the streets to appease the people.

As for his body, Yan Nanxing took it.

Demon flesh is a great tonic for qi and blood, and martial artists can benefit from eating it. In addition, there is no need to waste its intestines and stomach. The four fish-like horses can eat it and refine the demonic power inside, which will be of great benefit.

That fish head seemed to be just a vase to be displayed, used to boast about the government's achievements and prove that the officials were not useless fools; no one really cared about the head itself.

Faced with the question, Grandma Tianjing said calmly.

"Kid, the oil in the brain of a golden tuna trout is no ordinary substance."

"This item is called the Spirit Guide. You only need to buy seven sticks of calming incense, soak your body in this oil, choose a Taoist technique, light this incense, and practice for seven days. You will have a very high chance of directly skipping into meditation and reaching the Out-of-Body Realm of the Taoist technique. If you have wisdom, you may even reach the Night Wandering Realm."

"How much suffering would an ordinary person have to endure to reach this level?"

"You've saved years of your life, and you're still not satisfied?"

"There are probably not many people who know about the amazing uses of the brain contents of tuna trout these days."

Yang Silang blinked, his lips feeling a little dry.

"Grandma, do you mean you want me to cultivate Taoism?"

"But where would I get a Taoist manual?"

"What else is meant by entering a meditative state, out-of-body experience, or night travel?"

Martial arts are flourishing in this world. Even in the countryside, there are people who practice farming skills. Everyone knows that if you want to get ahead, you should learn martial arts!

That's why there are terms like "sold-out martial arts," "gold and silver martial arts," "born martial arts," and "knife-head martial arts."

However, Taoist arts are ethereal and always associated with strange and mysterious stories, making them more like myths and legends than tangible martial arts.

It wasn't until Tong Renyuan invited the fat abbot of the Dharma Protector Temple, recited the six-character mantra, and pointed out the illusory image of the World Honored One behind him that Yang Silang confirmed the existence of Taoist arts in the world.

It's not fair to blame him for being ignorant. Yang Silang knew his knowledge was limited, so he chose "The Record of Seeing Demons" from the miscellaneous books on the black market in Gongzhou Prefecture to broaden his horizons. However, he was quite certain that he hadn't seen any Taoist books on that stall.

The Record of Encounters with Demons does contain stories of Taoist priests slaying demons, but they are written in a very mysterious and esoteric way. Before meeting the fat host, he really read this part as if it were a ghost story.

Grandma Tianjing looked surprised on the round stone on the roof.

"The Great Shun Dynasty has been established for five hundred years, how come even now, not a single martial arts graduate knows what 'entering meditation' means?"

She then muttered something softly.

"I was confused."

"Emperor Taizu dared to establish the Daoist Entrance Pavilion and the Martial Arts Hall side by side, hoping everyone would become like a dragon; the emperors after him were truly worse than the last, even closing down the Daoist Entrance Pavilion..."

"These powerful families are being far too cautious..."

"Delete day and night, delete until it's completely gone, then no one will understand."

Yang Silang twitched his ear, as if he had heard some incredible news.

But Granny Tianjing seemed to realize she had spoken out of turn, and then began to talk eloquently to Yang Silang about Taoist arts.

Entering a meditative state, leaving the body, and nighttime travel are equivalent to the foundation, copper skin, and iron bones in martial arts.

Entering samadhi means calming the mind and stopping the wandering thoughts. A single thought or main idea is born from among all thoughts, also known as the "soul fixation." This single thought is called the "divine soul."

Out-of-body experience means that the soul can leave the body; in layman's terms, it means that consciousness can briefly leave the body, achieving separation of soul and body. However, the separation cannot last too long, and the distance between the soul and body cannot be too far.

Night travel goes a step further; the soul can fly like a bird leaving its nest, roaming freely throughout the city, reaching a hundred feet in a single thought, peering into all living beings. From the perspective of spiritual perception, one can also see things that are invisible to the naked eye, such as evil spirits. But in the end, one must return to the nest—that is, the physical body.

After the soul is freed from the shackles of the body, it can do many things that the body cannot, but it is also very fragile and easily restrained. The crowing of a rooster, thunder, sunlight, rain, snow, and surging blood and qi can all cause damage.

Yang Silang blinked. "If you put it that way, it seems like people who practice Taoist arts are very weak."

wrong!

Judging from Granny Tianjing's few words, the Great Ancestor built the Martial Arts Hall and the Daoist Pavilion, wanting everyone to become like a dragon.

This shows that both paths can lead to amazing achievements in the long run.

This technique may seem weak in the early stages, but could it be said that it becomes very strong later on, or that it has advantages that martial arts cannot match or replace?

Yang Silang waited eagerly, hoping that Granny Tianjing would reveal more information.

However, Grandma talked too much, her mouth got dry, and she stopped talking.

He figured it out: his grandmother had been trapped in the tower alone for too long and was too lonely. She really wanted to vent her frustrations and spill some bombshells.

But after all, the Great Shun Demon Leader has been organized for hundreds of years and has a strong ideological foundation, so they are still hesitant to speak about anything too important.

This grandmother doesn't seem to have a high alcohol tolerance; how much she can reveal depends on how much she drinks.

Yang Silang regretted not bringing enough wine today, but there was nowhere to conjure up a jar of wine. His eyes darted around.

"No way, no way! This magic is too weak. Even a wandering spirit is afraid of a rooster's crow. Isn't it more powerful than a chick?"

"I have learned a martial arts technique that is equivalent to Iron Bone Realm. I can catch and kill not only chickens, but even falcons."

"It's too bad, I won't learn it..." He shook his head to show his disdain.

This strategy proved effective.

Grandma Tianjing on the round stone manifested an angry, disappointed, and thin face, with wrinkles twitching across her face.

"Child... what do you know!"

"If you practice martial arts to a certain extent, you will become a Martial Saint and live to be 200 years old, which would be extraordinary!"

"Martial artists are powerful, but they cannot last long, while cultivators at the same level can manage to live for several lifetimes."

"Don't you want to live forever?"

Yang Silang's heart skipped a beat.

Living through several lifetimes?

Is this reincarnation or possession?

Taoist arts have countless flaws, and this alone is enough to rival martial arts!

For those in positions of power, such as heads of aristocratic families or emperors, if they could live forever, who knows what kind of situation would develop if they combined their power with their own?

His heart was in turmoil, but his face remained calm as he immediately shook his head.

"What use is immortality to me? I'm not an emperor!"

"Grandma Tianjing, you've lived a long life. Are you happy?"

It would be tempting for other martial artists, but unfortunately, it wasn't as appealing to him because the inscription system had a built-in 20% lifespan increase effect. He would also increase his base lifespan every time he broke through a realm. His current base lifespan was 165 years, and with the bonus, it was almost 200 years.

In other words, even if his martial arts cultivation doesn't increase from now on, he can live as long as a Martial Saint.

Not to mention, he still has many realms to break through. After breaking through, his basic lifespan will also increase, and he might live to be four or five hundred years old. In that sense, he has already lived several lifetimes.

Living a long life isn't really tempting for him.

Grandma Tianjing almost choked to death by his words.

I feel like I've lived a very long time, but I'm confined to this lonely tower every day, and I can't even eat or drink meat as I please.

"Waaaaah..."

Grandma choked back two sobs, and then vanished from the round stone in a flash, refusing to come out no matter how much Yang Silang called out to her.

"Oh no... Grandma Tianjing is actually a fragile glass grandma, so delicate!"

"I was too sharp-tongued..." Yang Silang reflected on himself, waited for a while without any result, and had no choice but to leave.

I returned to my own little courtyard.

He practiced the Five Elements Force once, and then performed a set of Five Elements Fist.

The effect was very poor because I kept getting distracted.

Yang Silang decided not to practice tonight and pondered carefully.

This can be confirmed by Granny Tianjing: there are two paths to heaven in this world, one is martial arts, which is known to the world; the other is Taoism, which seems to have had its information deliberately erased by those in power, and its reputation is unknown.

That founding emperor was a man of great ambition, daring to establish the Daoist Pavilion, hoping everyone would become like a dragon. However, judging from the current situation, there are no government offices in the provincial capital with the name "Daoist Pavilion," which clearly indicates that the emperor has passed away and the policy has ended.

Having more skills is never a bad thing. This Taoist art is so feared by those in power, it must not just be some kind of method for maintaining longevity, but must have some kind of powerful protective measures. I must learn it!

The most important thing right now is to get rid of the oil in the golden tuna's brain, and then find a Taoist technique. After a few days, when Grandma has probably recovered, it won't be too late to try and get more information out of her.

Hmm, the first point is difficult, the second point seems even more difficult, and the third point doesn't seem easy to handle either?

Yang Silang clenched his fist.

The fist hardened.

Indeed, self-training is the most controllable method, and boxing yields the most stable results. If you can't change the environment, then change yourself!

So he immediately banished all distractions and diligently practiced stances and boxing until late at night, sweating profusely.

The next day.

Yang Silang took the waist token given to him by Commanders Ye and Sun and went to the military camp to request an audience.

It's best for an official to handle the matter of an ounce of oil; as a temporary instructor, I don't know where the government offices are located.

Pei Buqi is a supplementary official, not a proper one, and Old Master Tong is not suitable because he has connections in the martial arts world. After much consideration, only Ye and Sun are the most suitable in terms of status and position.

It's a bit embarrassing to ask someone to do something today after drinking just yesterday.

But why be ashamed if you want to become stronger?

Sure enough, there was a token, and they soon met Sun Shiwei. The commander-in-chief was there today, but Ye Liuyun was on duty training the soldiers under him and couldn't spare the time.

Yang Silang lied, saying that he had a close friend or relative who had a mental problem. The doctor said that the best way to cure a mental problem was to eat a demon's brain. He said that the brain of the Golden Tuna Trout was readily available and that no one seemed to want it. He asked Sun Shiwei if it would be convenient for him to do this.