Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 768: Chapter 368: The Fourth Cultivator! Li Changgeng’s Life and Death

All things begin with Jia Sheng and end with Gui Si; the mechanism of the universe and the changes of life and death on earth are all hidden within.

One of the Nine Great Inner Elixir Methods, ”Jia Sheng Gui Si,” is the supreme alchemy technique for comprehending the Dao of life and death.

In the world today, only three people practice this technique, namely Li Cunsi, Li Yishan, and Zhang Sheng.

The ”Jia Sheng Gui Si” of these three is of the same origin, a lineage passed down; they thrive together and fall together.

Now, besides these three, a fourth practitioner of ”Jia Sheng Gui Si” has unexpectedly appeared in this world, and his alchemy technique is an innate awakening, nameless and distinct from the other three.

”Innate awakening? Is there really such a person in this world?” Meng Qiwu murmured in bewilderment.

The Nine Great Inner Elixir Methods, supreme and secret, are ancient Profound Sect techniques, little known to people. In each era, if one person can cultivate one of them, it is already rare; an innate awakening is unprecedented.

”Coffin Lifting Association...”

Meng Qiwu instantly grasped the critical point of the matter—this obscure yet powerful mysterious organization pursued the supreme Dao and delved into the Nine Great Alchemic Methods.

Undoubtedly, this organization has profound research into the Nine Great Alchemic Methods. They even intend to create life inherently possessing the Nine Great Alchemic Methods through external intervention.

This path is fraught with difficulties, but the ”experimental material” that was missed has brought unexpected joy. Her offspring, combined with the Pure Yang Wang Family’s bloodline, unexpectedly awakened ”Jia Sheng Gui Si,” which could be called a miracle.

”That woman... the runaway experimental material, was it truly an accident?” Meng Qiwu wondered inwardly.

She did not understand the Coffin Lifting Association well, but this mysterious organization must have immense power. Otherwise, they wouldn’t wield such audacity, attempting to unveil the mysteries of the Nine Great Alchemic Methods. How would such an organization allow such significant ”experimental material” to escape, coincidentally to Qinxi Province, and just happen to combine with the Wang Family’s bloodline?

It is known that the Wang Family’s ancestor also cultivated ”Jia Sheng Gui Si.” Their bloodline is exceptionally distinctive.

This string of coincidences gave rise to the monster Yan Fei spoke of.

It seems as if destiny had arranged it, with an invisible hand pushing the events from the shadows.

Meng Qiwu had many thoughts and speculations but did not voice them, merely listening silently.

”Many years ago, that monster emerged from that orphanage and was sent back to the Wang Family by President Jiang.” Yan Fei spoke with a concentrated tone.

”People say Wang Qingyi is the prodigy of the Wang Family’s generation. In fact, that monster is the most terrifying.”

Upon these words, Yan Fei’s beautiful eyes focused intensely, lowering her voice: ”But his power is too peculiar and too strong, so he has been concealed by the Wang Family, unknown to outsiders.”

”Does your White Crane Temple want this person to deal with Human Xiao?” Meng Qiwu seemed to understand.

”In each generation, only one person can master the Nine Great Inner Elixir Methods. They are destined to counteract each other and are each other’s nemesis. If Human Xiao can be eliminated, the Wang Family’s monster’s ’Jia Sheng Gui Si’ can rapidly transform, achieving the unimaginable.” Han Wenlong said solemnly.

This is a strategy of hitting two birds with one stone.

The White Crane Temple, or rather Jiang Wansui, had long ago hidden this chess piece specifically to counter practitioners of ”Jia Sheng Gui Si.”

”Have you met that monster?” Meng Qiwu abruptly asked as she changed the topic.

Yan Fei and Han Wenlong exchanged glances, seeing a trace of lingering fear in each other’s eyes.

”We have met. That person... is terrifying. Reflecting on it now, we are also restless in our primordial spirit.” Yan Fei sighed.

Bringing up that person, her nerves tightened as if leaving an indelible mark—a perpetual state of anxiety and unrest in her primordial spirit—from just one encounter.

”I estimate it won’t take long before that person comes to Zhongnan Mountain, entering the Living Dead Tomb.” Yan Fei said in a deep voice.

The Living Dead Tomb can be considered the Wang Family Ancestral Land and also the sacred ground for practicing ”Jia Sheng Gui Si.” The Wang Family’s monster must enter this place to achieve great success in his alchemy technique.

”The Living Dead Tomb... that place will eventually open.” Meng Qiwu thought to herself.

Maybe Human Xiao is already inside; by then, a battle between the two ”Jia Sheng Gui Si” practitioners is inevitable.

Thinking of this, Meng Qiwu’s emotions surged. What kind of situation would that be?

”Alas, the Wang Family’s monster is indeed dangerous, and his relationship with the Wang Family is very delicate.” Yan Fei spoke solemnly.

”The Wang Family can’t control him?” Meng Qiwu questioned.

”He was abandoned by the Wang Family from a young age, and his mother also died because of the Wang Family...” Han Wenlong added.

If not for Jiang Wansui’s involvement and not for practicing ”Jia Sheng Gui Si,” the so-called bloodline ties with the Wang Family couldn’t keep him.

Because of this, the relationship between that monster and the Wang Family is extremely delicate.

”If such a person mastered ’Jia Sheng Gui Si,’ he might be as dangerous as Human Xiao.” Han Wenlong said solemnly.

”If Senior Brother Changgeng could come, it would be better. With him here, there would be no need for that monster to take action, avoiding raising a tiger to be a threat and becoming a future problem.”

Upon hearing this, Yan Fei’s sharp gaze pressed over.

”What nonsense are you spouting? This is the highest decision in our temple; how can you interfere?”

”Furthermore, Senior Brother Changgeng is in seclusion; how could he come?”

After these words, Han Wenlong appeared remorseful, his gaze drooping, and he spoke no more.

”Li Changgeng still hasn’t died!?”

Suddenly, a soft query abruptly rang out, particularly piercing in the quiet little temple.

Zhang Fan, who had remained silent, finally spoke at this moment.