Chapter 219: Take Care of Your Feathers
"You are going to survive the tribulation!"
"Well, after I overcome the tribulation, I will regain the power I once lost!"
When Dong Huang said this, her tone was very calm, but it was filled with unparalleled confidence. In her eyes, the heavenly tribulation that every cultivator feared had no deterrent effect at all.
"Then what realm will you be in after you successfully overcome the tribulation?"
Originally, Feng Qing'an didn't know much about the realm of cultivation. After all, Dong Huang was unwilling to teach him because she thought that what she had learned were ancient methods that were too old, and teaching Feng Qing'an would only delay him.
Taoist scriptures, sutras, and secret techniques will all change over tens of millions of years. It is impossible for them to remain unchanged. As long as the inheritance is not broken, each generation will surely be stronger than the previous one.
However, the division of the realms of cultivation is unlikely to change unless the entire system undergoes a fundamental change, so it is still of some reference value to understand the realms of cultivation.
“The path I’m taking now is different from the original one, but compared to the original path, after I’ve survived the heavenly tribulation, it shouldn’t be much different from the Taiyintian Immortal you want to worship.”
The understated tone made Feng Qing'an fall into deep thought, and he also understood why Dong Huang's attitude was so strange just now. As a result, his idea of becoming his disciple has faded a lot, almost to nothing.
The master we worship is not as good as Donghuang. What is there to worship? Can't we just go to Donghuang directly?
What Donghuang lacks is nothing more than the evolution of the many practices, magical powers, and secret techniques in the cultivation world during the long years when she was sleeping and transforming into the body of a congenital infant spirit. He just needs to find a way to make her understand so that she can keep up with the times and ask her for advice when there is something.
"Can you tell me about cultivation? Once you form a third-grade golden elixir, you can be called a true person. So how much cultivation is required before you can form a golden elixir?"
“Not much. Condensing Qi to nourish the spirit, opening the meridians to the mysterious, containing the spirit to transform, transforming from the ordinary to the real, condensing the essence to form the elixir. One more step forward, it will be the profound and heavenly, stepping onto the immortal path, and can be called an immortal.”
"Six realms!"
Feng Qing'an seemed to have realized something. Although it didn't seem like much, he didn't dare to underestimate it.
"Donghuang, do you think practicing is difficult?"
Feng Qing'an's wording was very cautious. He didn't understand the practice of Taoism, but he thought it was not a simple matter. If it were simple, there wouldn't be so many people practicing martial arts. It would be great to practice Taoism.
"Difficulty is relative. When I was young, my father asked me to finish reading the 100,000 Daoist Canon. At that time, I felt that cultivation was difficult. But after I finished reading the 100,000 Daoist Canon, I found cultivation easy. In just ten years, I formed a first-grade golden elixir. Now, I feel that cultivation is as difficult as opening the sky!"
"this……"
Hearing Dong Huang's casual words, Feng Qing'an was dumbfounded. He didn't know how to comment, so he could only ask questions related to himself.
"Is reciting the Daoist Canon a necessary preparation before practicing?"
"I don't know what the outside world is like now, but in the era when I was practicing, any Taoist sect with a good heritage would set up an outer courtyard to recruit disciples and arrange for them to recite the Taoist scriptures. The smart ones could start practicing in three to five years, while the unlucky ones would not be able to practice even after twenty years!"
Obviously, reciting Taoist scriptures is a necessary preparation for cultivating immortals and a process that greatly refines one's mind.
"It will take at least three to five years!"
Feng Qing'an fell into deep thought. According to Dong Huang, a naturally intelligent person can get started in three to five years, but she took ten years. It was not because she was not talented, because after practicing, she became a real person in just ten years. It was clearly another arrangement.
"When I first started reading the Daoist Canon, I complained to my father about not letting me practice with my fellow disciples. But after I memorized all the Daoist Canons my father had arranged for me, my practice improved by leaps and bounds. Even though my fellow disciples had started practicing earlier than me, I soon surpassed them."
Dong Huang recounted in detail his past practice, his voice involuntarily becoming a little cheerful.
But Feng Qing'an could also hear that Dong Huang was clearly using his own practice example to warn him that when practicing to seek the truth, one should not be greedy for temporary gains, and those who practiced the earliest may not be able to make it to the end.
"One hundred thousand Daozang, how many do you still remember now?"
Feng Qing'an realized that Donghuang was an ancient Taoist temple. Perhaps, as Donghuang said, what she had learned and used at the beginning was already far behind what she has learned now. But even so, it is impossible for her to be completely eliminated, otherwise how could she dominate the underworld?
“I won’t forget a single word!”
Dong Huang had no idea what Feng Qing'an was thinking, but her attitude remained the same.
"I can write to you, but I won't teach you how to practice. And before you read the Taoist scriptures I read back then, you must be exposed to the current Taoist scriptures!"
Dong Huang did not want to influence Feng Qing'an's decision on the path of cultivation too much. He just wanted this reincarnated immortal king with an extremely extraordinary origin to explore it himself.
She would only give the Taoist scriptures to Feng Qingan as a foundation for accumulation. As for practicing the Dharma, unless Feng Qingan already had his own basic skills, she would give him what she knew as a reference, otherwise she would not give it to him.
"That's no problem. It shouldn't be a difficult task for me!"
Thinking of the many Taoist masters who will surely pester him in the near future, Feng Qingan is full of confidence.
It would be fine if the cultivation method that is needed to establish a sect is difficult to obtain, but if even the Taoist scriptures that lead to enlightenment cannot be obtained, then that would be too lame, and those Taoist masters might even give them to them for free.
"Well, you should first take a look at the Taoist scriptures that are popular in the world, and then ask me for the Taoist scriptures that I read in the past!"
"good!"
Feng Qing'an agreed immediately and already had a basic understanding of cultivation.
If you want to achieve something in the practice of Taoism, you must start from the basics and not be too hasty. Three to five years is considered fast if you can get started and practice. Ten to twenty years is just normal and there is nothing strange about it.
"One more thing!"
"What?"
"When I am going through the tribulation, my control over my power will not be as perfect as it is now. At that time, according to the characteristics of the soul contract, a part of my original power that I cannot control will be fed back to you. If you can absorb and bear it, that's fine. If you can't bear it, tell me and I will sever the soul contract and try not to hurt you!"
"Ah, this... I think I can handle it!"
Hearing Dong Huang's words, Feng Qing'an was stunned for a moment, and then felt a little insecure.
Because he didn't know how much the power of Donghuang would increase during the process of being promoted from a king to an emperor, and how great the feedback would be.
"If I could, I would not have done anything unnecessary. If you cannot bear it, then I have no choice but to do this. You..."
Donghuang suddenly fell silent, which made Feng Qingan feel a little uneasy. However, when he carefully sensed the soul contract with Donghuang , he did not find anything wrong. The Lord of Youhuang was in a very good state at the moment, but he suddenly encountered something unexpected, so he fell silent.
"Donghuang, what's wrong with you? What happened? Do you need me..."
Feng Qing'an's expression also became solemn. Although he couldn't give Dong Huang any power, he could temporarily enhance her physical characteristics.
But before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Dong Huang's agitated and no longer calm voice.
"Where did you get the power of the cave?"
"Uh, this..."
Feng Qing'an's expression suddenly became a little subtle. Although he had just talked a lot to Donghuang, he mainly described what happened after he met the Tianlong Monk and entered the underworld. As for his entry into the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons and his encounter with the spirit of the cave heaven, he basically just glossed over it and didn't mention it much.
After all, the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons sounds grand, but in fact, it is a place of prostitution and brothels. No one would take the initiative to report to such a place, even though he did nothing but take a look.
But it was better not to mention it at the beginning than to explain it afterwards. Who would have thought that Donghuang's eyesight was so good that he could detect the extra power of the cave sky in him just through the soul contract.
This cave is obviously so dilapidated that those noble families can't recognize it. It must be said that Donghuang is worthy of being a second-generation immortal with a distinguished family background. Although he is down and out now, his vision and knowledge are still there.
"It's okay if I can't say it."
Dong Huang was surprised at Feng Qingan's "adventure", but when he thought about the other party's identity, he felt relieved.
"There's nothing to hide. I just happened to come across a ruined cave. I reached an agreement with the spirit of the cave and gained partial control over it!"
Feng Qingan's understated description sounded no less than thunder from the sky to Dong Huang's ears.
The cave heaven is a place for avoiding disasters and calamities that can only be opened up by immortals. It made her feel that her father, whom she admired so much, had not reached this level until his death. But now, the young man in front of her, who had not yet embarked on the path of immortal practice, easily obtained some of the power of the cave heaven.
However, Dong Huang, who already thought he knew Feng Qing'an's background, calmed down after being surprised for a while. This simply proved that he was indeed the reincarnation of the Immortal King, and there was nothing strange about it.
Only a person of this kind could be so generous as to leave such an arrangement for his reincarnation.
"Since you have already mastered the power of the cave heaven, you don't need to worry about the feedback I give you after you overcome the tribulation. Even if you can't bear it, you can use the power of the cave heaven to store it!"
"Is this all right?"
"All the immortals who have opened up the blessed land have almost infinite magical powers. Every move they make is a great magical power. Therefore, ordinary immortals have no power to resist them!"
Dong Huang knew that Feng Qing'an had no common sense about cultivation, so he patiently explained it to him.
"I see!"
Feng Qingan seemed to have realized something. For immortals, a blessed land is like a pool of mana? As long as it is opened up, there is no need to worry about the loss of mana?
"Then when will you transcend the tribulation?"
No more worries, Feng Qing'an asked impatiently. From Dong Huang's tone, he had no worries about the tribulation and it was 90 percent certain.
"Within half a month!"
"Remember to call me when the time comes!"
"good!"
Just as Feng Qing'an had expected, even though he had been living in seclusion and rarely showed up in Fengtian City, even the local specialties of Fengtian City were brought to him by the warriors. But before the third day, a ragged old beggar knocked on the gate of the mansion.
Dongdong~
The heavy door was slowly opened, and a simple and honest man holding a broom in his hand opened the door and looked at the smiling old beggar in front of him with some confusion.
It’s not surprising that there are beggars in the city. Although the world is now in peace, there are still refugees. There will always be people who lose their place to live for various reasons. He is just wondering why there are beggars on this street?
"You are unlucky. We just had dinner at home, but there may be some leftovers. Please wait here. I will go to the kitchen to check. If there are any leftovers, I will bring some to you."
Although it was strange, the true nature of the man who had settled down now was revealed. Naturally, he would not speak badly to a beggar, let alone an old man.
"Yes, you are still so kind despite the great changes. You are destined to be rich and powerful and have many children in the future!"
The old beggar looked at the man in surprise, then smiled and said,
"But I'm not here to beg for food. I'm here to recruit disciples. Please make way!"
Hearing the old man's words, the man subconsciously moved half a body away. When he came to his senses and wanted to refuse, he found that the old beggar in front of him had disappeared. He glanced back and found that the other party had come behind him.
The man looked at the small gap he had just made, which was not even big enough for the child to squeeze through, and a look of horror suddenly appeared on his face.
"I haven't asked yet, where does the owner of your house live so I can go look for him."
The old beggar looked at the frightened man and said with a smile.
"I wonder what you want to see my son for?"
At this time, Butler Zhao showed up. The sharp five senses of a martial artist in the Gangsha realm were enough to allow him to detect any movement in the mansion. If the old butler did not notice such an unusual person breaking in at this time, then his hundred years of practice would have been in vain.
Not only the old butler, but also the other warriors who followed Feng Qing'an rushed to the front yard. In addition to these people, the non-humans in this house also came to join in the fun.
These warriors didn't know the real person, but they could tell at a glance. Bai Yao, who came over, was shocked when he saw the old beggar, and spoke in human language.
"You guys step back, and don't be rude to Master Yonghe!"
"You are the little white wolf. Hey, it seems that I have found the right place. Your master is really dishonest. He secretly asked the old city god to help him open the back door and ran away without saying a word. Fortunately, this old beggar had to spend a lot of effort to find this place!"
The old beggar recognized the little white wolf at a glance, and when he saw the little white wolf, his heart finally settled down. He couldn't calculate Feng Qing'an directly, so he used indirect methods and came up with an inaccurate result. In order to accept him as a disciple, he had to take some risks.
"Master, please come this way. My master has been waiting for you for a long time!"
"What? Has your young master thought it through? He wants to join our Qianyang Sect?"
When the old beggar heard what the little white wolf said, his eyes lit up.
