Chapter 21 The Green Bamboo Elixir Scripture Contains Evil Poison
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Unbeknownst to him, amidst the prolonged trembling of his soul, Chu Weiyang, in a state of self-forgetfulness, comprehended the Spring Equinox Sword Intent on his own, refining it with the furnace fire of his five internal organs!
This was the only sword among the Six Swords of Spring that nourished the spirit, and also a sword of character and integrity!
It was his own spirit, his own integrity, the root of Chu Weiyang's journey through past and present lives!
At this moment, Chu Weiyang was still inexplicably moved.
In the basket behind him, Manager Ma's eyes were practically popping out of their sockets.
Although he understood that Chu Weiyang's method of sword cultivation was quite different, the fact that he had comprehended one of the Six True Sword Intents so effortlessly still filled Manager Ma with a strange astonishment. At this moment, Manager Ma was clicking his tongue, wanting to kill Chu Weiyang, or perhaps even kill his own heart!
Gradually calming his mind, Chu Weiyang slowly pushed open the door and entered the Zhaifeng Tower.
Several not-so-spacious bedrooms, in the center of which lay a tiny space, a few wooden chairs, and a square table, unadorned and rustic.
Even so, looking around, Chu Weiyang felt another urge to cry.
But he held back.
After a long sigh, Chu Weiyang placed the basket in front of a wooden chair. Steward Ma, supporting himself on the edge of the basket, climbed out and sat down on the chair.
At this moment, even Steward Ma's face was filled with emotion.
His face was still pale, tormented by long-standing pain and complex resentment, but sitting on the chair now, he seemed to have struggled to emerge halfway from some mud.
The two seemed to share a common understanding at this moment, as if they had both regained some semblance of humanity.
With a slightly stiff turn, Chu Weiyang walked towards a bedroom. Even though it was only a few simple steps, he stumbled several times before struggling to steady himself against the doorframe.
"I need to rest."
He couldn't say how many years had passed, and perhaps Chu Weiyang never imagined that one day he would be able to find peace in this vast world.
...
The next day.
The sky was clear and bright.
Chu Weiyang felt relaxed and weak after a long, deep sleep. With most of his mental defenses relaxed, his senses were heightened, and even his demonic energy was more active than usual in his sleep.
Carefully sensing this, Chu Weiyang frowned.
Just one night of rest had eroded his magical power even more severely.
In that flash of lightning, nameless resentment and anger shot to the heavens.
What kind of world was this! What an unreasonable and treacherous fate!
At this moment, he felt as if he were struggling through a desert when someone suddenly grabbed his hair and shoved him into the water. Before Chu Weiyang could even open his mouth to swallow, he was violently pulled from the water and shoved into scalding sand!
Everything, all the changes, seemed like the cruel joke of fate.
What gentle embrace?
Pull back the curtain, and you see nothing but a paper-thin portrait of humanity!
Crimson blood was splashed on him, sticky and viscous, revealing nothing more than ghostly shapes.
This fleeting moment of anger made Chu Weiyang's heart pound violently.
But quickly, Chu Weiyang slowly suppressed this nameless fire.
He took out a Hundred Herbs Calamity-Breaking Pill and swallowed it. Then, Chu Weiyang pinched a spirit stone and placed it under his tongue. As his vital energy flowed through his five internal organs and chakras, the last trace of agitation after the anger dissipated.
He already had enough anger in his heart; he didn't need any more.
The dangers of the wilderness were no less than those of his past life in the Demon-Suppressing Cave. Now that fate had dragged Chu Weiyang back from a brief period of peace to this desolate world, the ever-present sense of crisis made him subconsciously maintain his composure.
Only with sufficient composure could he survive longer.
Thinking this, Chu Weiyang swallowed the spirit stone that had shrunk to the size of a fingertip in an instant, rose, and headed straight for the hall.
Greeting Chu Weiyang were Steward Ma's slightly bloodshot, pale red eyes.
Seemingly consumed by inner turmoil overnight, Steward Ma's thick lips were cracked and dry.
He too managed a strained smile.
"How strange! I only slept for an hour last night before being awakened by a nightmare. It felt as if a giant hand was dragging my soul straight into a dark, ghostly realm. I was so panicked that I dared not close my eyes again, fearing that I would just die in my sleep..."
"Now, neither of us is destined to enjoy happiness."
"This world is so unreasonable..."
...
When Yan Jianming saw Chu Weiyang again, he was quite surprised by Chu Weiyang's mental state through the barrier of spiritual light.
In just three days, he appeared even more disheveled. Only the obvious progress in his cultivation made Yan Jianming suppress his doubts.
He had been to Heyuan Market and had naturally seen the people Chu Weiyang had killed, and the anger of lightning and fire intertwined at the sword wounds.
The more the "transaction" continued, the more Yan Jianming wanted to avoid angering Chu Weiyang. In Yan Jianming's eyes, someone like Chu Weiyang was almost a step away from being a madman.
He raised his hand and shook a palm-sized cloth bag that shimmered with spiritual light.
"The pills, alchemy supplies, and spirit stones are all in my Qiankun bag."
"The matter we agreed on the day before yesterday, I told my mother back in the mountain, only to have her scold me for being short-sighted, saying that Tingchang Mountain isn't so destitute as to have to haggle over these things, and that I've lost face for nothing. She said that this one matter alone has damaged her reputation for twenty or thirty years..."
"So what we agreed on earlier is no longer valid."
"This time, I've sent fifty pots of Hundred Herbs Calamity-Breaking Pills, forty-seven Dragon-Tiger Rejuvenation Pills, and I've sold off all the stock at the Huichun Pavilion in the river mouth market. As for the spirit stones and alchemy supplies, I haven't counted them; you can calculate it yourself later." "
In short, it's a huge amount, exceeding the amount initially agreed upon."
"Eat the pills as you need, use the money as you need. As long as Tingchang Mountain can still contact you, the support won't stop!"
"My mother said this is the reward for protecting the people of Tingchang Mountain from calamity!"
"As for the Poison Scripture..."
Yan Jianming said, flipping his hand to take out a wooden box about the length of his forearm. Opening the box, he found a dark green jade slip.
The jade slip was engraved with a line of large characters in ancient seal script—
"The Green Bamboo Ancestor's Original Discourse on the Elixir of Containing Evil and Controlling Spirits."
Holding the wooden box, he showed Chu Weiyang the seal script on the jade slip clearly before speaking.
"This 'Green Bamboo Elixir Scripture' was chosen for you by my mother from the mountain's scripture pavilion. When she learned of your desire for a poison-based cultivation method, she remarked that it was fate. Qi circulates through the five internal organs, and you were born into a demonic sect; you must have received the inheritance of that ancient scripture from the Panwang Sect. This 'Green Bamboo Elixir Scripture' was lost and passed down from your sect over a hundred years ago."
"Of course, it's not an ancient scripture. The Green Bamboo Ancestor was a pillar of your sect over five hundred years ago, cultivating both poison and beast-controlling arts, and created this scripture in his later years."
"To be honest, this scripture isn't the highest-grade poison-based scripture from Tingchang Mountain, but it should be the most suitable for a Panwang Sect cultivator like yourself."
"My mother said she obtained this scripture by chance years ago, and now she's giving it to you, returning it to its rightful owner and completing a tangled web of cause and effect!"
"I hope you remember those words."
Hearing this, Chu Weiyang took the Qiankun pouch and carefully picked up the jade box.
"Thank you, Old Mother Danxia. I've remembered everything you said, fellow Daoist. If my cultivation improves in the future, I will surely repay you!"
Hearing this, Yan Jianming simply smiled tactfully and didn't respond.
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