Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Besides this, the womb is also called the ”Extraordinary Fu Organ”, similar in form to a fu (a hollow organ), but its function is akin to a zang (solid organ), storing Essence Qi without leaking.

The most crucial point is that during pregnancy, the womb is in a state of ”Storing,” sealing up Essence Qi to nurture the fetus.

During childbirth, it enters a state of ”Releasing,” delivering the fetus and consuming essence and blood.

Because of this, the womb possesses the power to shift between Yin and Yang, from death to life.

”From death to life—therein lies the mystery of life and death.” Wu Qingnang sighed.

”Zhang, you ought to know, the key to Daoist cultivation and becoming Immortal is...”

”Reverse!?” Zhang Fan’s eyes sharpened, blurting it out.

”Correct. To go with the flow is to become human; to go against it is to become Immortal...” Wu Qingnang nodded.

”To reverse life and death is easy; to go from life to death, hard. If one can return to the womb, one can reverse life and death!”

”This is precisely the mystery of the Living Dead Tomb!”

”This...”

Zhang Fan and Meng Qiwu exchanged a glance, both catching the astonished look in each other’s eyes.

Chongyang Zhenren truly deserves to be ranked among the Immortals. He actually created a womb within the Dragon Veins of the mountains, infusing life within death and harboring death within life, naming it the ”Living Dead Tomb” and unveiling the secret of reversing life and death, thoroughly penetrating the principles of Yin and Yang.

”Incredible!”

A sense of reverence welled up in Zhang Fan’s heart. Such means are to seize the creation of Heaven and Earth, to steal the mysteries of sun and moon. No wonder Ancestor Master Chongyang could leave such a prestigious name in the history of the Daoist Sect, achieve the Pure Yang Wuji, cross the Three-Five Transformation, and step into the realm of Earthly Immortal.

”No wonder people of later generations flock so eagerly to this Living Dead Tomb,” Zhang Fan murmured.

At last, he understood why those who cultivate Jia Sheng Gui Si throughout history see the ”Living Dead Tomb” as a Saint Realm—because it is a place to experience once more the process from life to death and from death to life.

”What a pity, this place is too hard to find.”

”Actually, it’s not that hard.” Wu Qingnang suddenly changed tone and said.

”Not hard?” Zhang Fan blinked in surprise.

”Since the Living Dead Tomb is a womb, then, according to the human body, there are clues to follow,” Wu Qingnang explained with ease.

The functioning of the womb in the human body relies highly on Kidney Qi, Heavenly Gui, bowels and organs, especially kidneys, liver, and spleen.

The kidney corresponds to the north, the liver to the east, and the spleen to the center.

Additionally, the womb is also related to the flow of meridians and qi and blood.

Therefore, by tracing the direction of the Dragon Veins of the mountains and examining the changes in the flow of Yin and Yang Qi within, corresponding to the human body, one can determine the approximate location.

Zhang Fan listened quietly, only to feel that Wu Qingnang’s theory opened a whole new door for him, deepening his understanding of cultivation.

The Dao is truly everywhere—from the vastness of heaven and earth to the smallest speck of dust lies the manifestation of Dao, and they can even validate each other.

At this moment, Zhang Fan felt as if nature itself, in his eyes, was so wondrous and exquisite.

”Chairman Wu didn’t just randomly wander here, did you?”

Just then, Zhang Fan suddenly spoke up.

”Cough, cough... cough cough cough...”

Wu Qingnang’s gaze narrowed slightly, but then he broke into a tactical cough once more.

”Did Chairman Wu come here in search of the Living Dead Tomb?” Zhang Fan cut to the chase, voicing his suspicion.

”I was just itching for a try, to test what I’ve learned over my lifetime.” Wu Qingnang laughed softly.

”Did you find it?” Zhang Fan couldn’t wait to ask.

Wu Qingnang hesitated for a moment, then shook his head helplessly.

”What I practice is merely skill; Ancestor Master Chongyang’s pursuit, however, was Dao...”

There are methods to skill, but Dao is Non-action.

”That great tomb isn’t so easily found; only those fated can enter.”

Zhang Fan understood at this and said no more.

The Living Dead Tomb is at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain. If it could be found merely by conventional means, then over the years, among the many outstanding figures emerging from Zhongnan Mountain, which of them wasn’t above Wu Qingnang? If it could be found, someone would have already known.

”Cough cough cough...”

”Let’s go; this place is destined to have no affinity with us,” Wu Qingnang whispered.

Zhang Fan was silent, gazing at the peach blossom tree before him. He had a feeling that the Living Dead Tomb was right here at Luoying Mountain.

The feeling only grew stronger.

”Who’s there?”

Just then, a soft call came from the distance.

Zhang Fan, Meng Qiwu, and Wu Qingnang all looked up, only to see a group of people coming up from the foot of the mountain.

”Hm!?”

Zhang Fan raised an eyebrow—he actually recognized a few familiar faces.

”Wang Qingshan!”

At this moment, Wang Qingshan was following behind a middle-aged man, and with him were two more familiar people—the very Yan Fei and Han Wenlong they had met earlier that day.

At this moment, they too spotted Zhang Fan, and their expressions became quite intriguing.

”Chairman Wu...”

”Taoist Brother Wang!”

Wu Qingnang stepped forward and greeted the leader.

Wang Qian’an remained calm, but his gaze swept across Zhang Fan and Meng Qiwu’s faces.

”Why is Chairman Wu here?” Wang Qian’an asked.

”We’re leaving tomorrow, and I haven’t seen the scenery of Zhongnan Mountain yet. I had Meng show me around,” Wu Qingnang replied with a smile.

”We were just about to leave.”

”Is that so!?” Wang Qian’an’s eyes stared straight as a line, not giving anything away.

”Taoist Brother Wang, you are...”

”My Wang Family happens to have a courtyard here at Luoying Mountain. Every spring, we bring our disciples from the sect up the mountain for a period of meditation.”

”As expected of the Pure Yang Family, the demeanor of a great family.” Wu Qingnang sighed in admiration.

”In that case, we won’t disturb you further.”

With that, Wu Qingnang was about to leave.

Just then, Wang Qian’an raised his hand, blocking their way.

”Why so polite, Chairman Wu? A chance meeting is better than a planned one. Since we ran into each other, why not come to my home for a visit? Let me play host.”

As he finished, Wang Qian’an looked up at the sky.

”The sun is already down. Leaving the mountain now would be too late.”

Saying this, his gaze sharpened, landing on Zhang Fan and Meng Qiwu.

”You two youngsters should come as well.”

”Hm!?”

Zhang Fan heard him, and of course caught the real meaning behind Wang Qian’an’s words. On the surface, it was an invitation; in reality, it was a refusal to let them leave.

”There must be some profound mystery hidden in this mountain,” Zhang Fan murmured inwardly.

”Then we’ll impose on you,” Wu Qingnang said.

”This way, please!”

Wang Qian’an made a gesture of invitation. Wu Qingnang took the lead, followed by Zhang Fan and Meng Qiwu...

As for Wang Qingshan, Yan Fei, and Han Wenlong, they followed at the back, staring at Zhang Fan like tigers eyeing prey—not once did their gaze shift away even an inch.

”They’re staring at you the whole time,” Meng Qiwu whispered.

”So petty—just because I bullied them a bit, is this really necessary?” Zhang Fan muttered.

With such narrow minds, let alone Pure Yang being hopeless, it would be hard for them to make further progress in the future.

”Is this little fellow the rising star of the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance?”

Just then, Wang Qian’an changed the subject, suddenly looking at Zhang Fan at the rear.

”This is Zhang Fan,” Wu Qingnang introduced.

”You’re Zhang Fan!?” Wang Qian’an’s eyebrow lifted, an odd look on his face.

”You’re the one who crippled Wang Qinghe?”

”Er... Senior...” Zhang Fan tensed; he had completely forgotten about that incident.

In that moment, he recalled that this man before him was the head of Wang Qinghe’s family—a big figure in the Pure Yang Wang Family.

”Don’t be nervous. Younger generations engaging in magical combat has nothing to do with us elders.” Wang Qian’an raised his hand in a calming gesture, then suddenly asked, ”I heard you’re a disciple from Zhenwu Mountain? Under whom?”

”Uh...” Zhang Fan tensed up, not quite sure how to reply.

Strictly speaking, he’s only in name at Zhenwu Mountain, without any master.

”Chu Zhenren did sell me a course once,” Zhang Fan recalled his chance encounter at Zhenwu Mountain and muttered aloud.

”Sold you a course!?”

Wang Qian’an was stunned, his expression turning peculiar.

The others looked at each other in confusion.

”You mean Chu Zhenren once considered taking you as a disciple?” Wang Qian’an asked.

”Ah, is that how you interpret it?” Zhang Fan thought inwardly.

”Not exactly... The elder just recom—suggested I sign up for a class,” Zhang Fan chuckled awkwardly.

Truth be told, he wasn’t sure how to explain this.

With these words, everyone shot Zhang Fan a different look.

Wang Qian’an pondered for a while, staring at Zhang Fan in silence. Suddenly, his eyes trembled, revealing an odd expression.

”Senior, what’s wrong?”

”Why do you look so familiar to me!?” Wang Qian’an asked suspiciously.