Chapter 220: The Empress Arrives in the Ninth Heaven
"Senior, please don't joke around. This is a matter of great importance to the path of Taoism. How can we treat it as a joke?"
When the old beggar came up to Feng Qing'an and asked him with a smile whether he had decided to join the Qianyang Sect, Feng Qing'an turned serious and sternly rejected the old beggar. The Taoist master was so angry that he was speechless for a long time.
"Then your pet said you've been waiting for me for a long time?"
Taoist Yonghe had a depressed look on his face. He was so happy for nothing. Unfortunately, the little divination he had learned was useless in this matter. He could not calculate anything related to the second young master. Everything related to him was like the legendary Guixu, where he could only go in but not out.
Taoist Yonghe was not surprised by such situations. If he did not have this characteristic, he would not necessarily rush to ask for help. It has always been their Qianyang Sect that picked on others, and they would never rush to ask for help. It might not happen even once in a thousand years.
"That's not bad, but I have something to ask for!"
"What is it?"
Taoist Yonghe was shocked and cheered up. It would be nice to make the other party owe him a favor. As long as the other party entered the mountain gate, all problems would be solved. Sometimes, one is not afraid of the other party being a trouble, but is afraid that the other party has nothing to lack.
"Although I have the desire to practice cultivation now, I know nothing about the cultivation of immortals, so I would like to borrow a few Taoist scriptures from the Taoist master to take a look. I wonder if the Taoist master has any recommendations?"
"You've asked the right person!"
At this time, the old beggar's eyes were shining. It was easy to talk about Taoist scriptures, but it was not easy for him to spread the sect's fundamental cultivation methods casually, but he had no scruples about these things.
"Here I have nineteen volumes of 'Qianyang Dao'. This is a Taoist classic compiled by thirty-nine Taoist masters of my sect over a period of one thousand seven hundred years, after several deletions and revisions. Every word is precious. If you want to practice cultivation, you must read this book!"
“Really?”
Feng Qing'an watched the old beggar take out piles of books from his arms as if by magic. Even without reading the contents, Feng Qing'an could guess from just the names that these so-called Taoist scriptures, each word of which was a gem, were probably filled with contraband.
But no matter how much private information is contained in it, since it dares to call it a Taoist canon and dares to show it to him, there are some real things in it, so he can show it to him. Besides, he is not limited to seeing the works of the Qianyang Sect.
“This is too much!”
A moment later, Feng Qing'an couldn't help himself when he saw the old beggar still taking out piles of books. These books were much thicker than the so-called martial arts books that the martial judge had stuffed into his hands. They were incomparable. The books were enough to decorate his study.
"not much!"
The old beggar looked at the pile of books in front of him that was more than a person tall, nodded with satisfaction, and then said to Feng Qingan,
"This is what ordinary disciples of our Qianyang Sect need to finish reading within three years. If you can finish it within three years, you can start practicing!"
“Three years!”
Feng Qing'an looked at the mountain of books in front of him and his face couldn't help but twitch. At this moment, he truly felt how difficult it was to practice.
This is just the beginning of cultivating immortals. Even if you have finished reading it, you will not have any extraordinary powers. You cannot even create a spark. There is no essential difference between you and ordinary people.
"You are still young, three years is nothing. You have time to read it slowly. Besides, compared with your talent, my disciples are dull. Maybe you can finish reading it in three months!"
The old beggar smiled and said that this Tibetan scripture was naturally worthy of its name. After reading it, one would even feel a sense of sympathy with the mind and spirit, and the qi would move with the spirit, naturally cultivating a Qianyang true qi.
Of course, those who can do this are all extremely talented. Once they appear, they will be accepted as the real master's personal disciples.
However, even with such rare talent, the old beggar had no doubt that the person in front of him could do it, and even do it better.
"Thank you so much, Master!"
Feng Qing'an picked up a book, originally just wanting to take a look at it, but after taking a look at it for a few times, he found that he could actually understand the true meaning contained in it, and he began to flip through the pages unconsciously.
The old beggar wanted to say something, but when he saw Feng Qing'an could see through it so easily, a bright smile appeared on his face. He didn't say anything and quietly retreated.
"Don't bother me, just send some food on time!"
Before leaving, the old beggar did not forget to give instructions to both sides.
Steward Zhao, who was already an old hand in the world, could easily see that the seemingly sloppy old beggar in front of him was the immortal on earth as mentioned in opera legends. He immediately accepted the offer respectfully.
However, the old butler soon found that he had agreed too early, because only half a day later, a woman with a graceful and elegant demeanor, like a fairy from heaven, knocked on the door of the mansion.
"I wonder if your master is here?"
"My master is reading the scriptures in the house. Please wait for a moment, young lady. I will go and tell him!"
Butler Zhao just glanced at the woman, then lowered his head respectfully, not daring to look at her any more.
Because with his eyesight, he couldn't find a single flaw on the woman's face. She was an ordinary person, eating all kinds of grains every day, and her whole body was dirty. Her facial features were perfect, but this was not the appearance that an ordinary person should have.
"Please let someone in!"
Feng Qing'an, who had finished reading the Taoist scriptures on one side, was still not satisfied, but he did not forget his previous plan. He just let the old beggar give him the "Qianyang Dao" and put it aside, and met the female cultivator from Taiyin Heaven.
The hook is straight and the bait is salty!
This is blatant fishing!
But such things always happen to those who are willing to take the bait. As expected, when the immortal girl walked into the room and saw the Taoist scriptures on the side, she chatted with Feng Qingan for a while and took out the Taoist scriptures that Taiyintian prepared for the disciples without hesitation.
This kind of Taoist scripture is important, indeed. Even a real person can gain some insights from it. But it is not important either, as every disciple has a copy of it, so naturally there is nothing to cherish.
Taiyin Suwen
Although the name is simple, the weight of this sutra is even greater than that of Qianyang Sect.
"good!"
Feng Qing'an picked up a book and quickly immersed himself in it in front of the immortal daughter. Although there were some personal opinions mixed in it, it was indeed a Taoist canon.
When Taiyin Tiannu Xiu saw Feng Qing'an was so engrossed in watching, the immortal girl smiled and then retreated very consciously.
When the so-called secret is known by a second person, it is no longer a secret. So, on the third day, the mansion where Feng Qingan lived was "conquered" by many Taoist masters who wanted to win him over.
These Taoist masters seemed to have made an agreement beforehand. As soon as the previous one left, the next one would come to visit. Even if Feng Qing'an used a straight hook to fish, he would still reap a lot. Every master who visited him left behind the Taoist canon that their sect had carefully collected and compiled.
After all, it does not involve fundamental cultivation methods, nor is it some secret magical power inheritance. No matter which real person it is, no one will be stingy in this regard, thus being outdone by the real people of other sects.
Therefore, although Feng Qing'an was always disturbed, he was also happy at the same time. In just ten days, he obtained Taoist scriptures that had to be moved into the cave because of their astonishing number.
However, there are a lot of overlapping contents in these Taoist scriptures, but after being modified and compiled by various schools, they always have some unique features.
Even though most of it was mixed with personal opinions, if you really read it all, you would not be misled. Of course, to be on the safe side, Feng Qingan decided to show it to Donghuang first, so that this former immortal could check it for him.
"I'm going to survive the catastrophe, do you want to see it?"
"want!"
In late August, Feng Qing'an closed his door and refused to see anyone. No matter how important the person was, no one could enter his house. His attention was now completely focused on the underworld.
…
It is pitch dark, without stars or moon, with no life forbidden and a dead atmosphere. This is the land of the underworld. No matter whether it was billions of years ago or now, the world here is always dead silent and there is no hope at all. Born here, no matter how high you go, all you will eventually encounter is despair.
"It is difficult for a Yin spirit to become a saint after countless disasters!"
Looking up at the dark sky above his head without any embellishment, a king dressed in silver armor, appearing elegant and ethereal, stood in the void. His black hair, as if carved from ink jade, fluttered in the floating cold wind, and his clear eyes reflected the dead and ruined world.
"If I survive all the calamities, will I be able to become a saint?"
The moment the question appeared, a purple lightning fell from the sky and struck the being in silver armor.
boom--
Purple lightning burst out, and then her silver armor was seen shining with crystal light. She took the thunder head-on without any damage on her body.
"Is this your first thunder tribulation?"
A voice with a hint of worry sounded in his heart. The sudden thunder made him tremble with fear, because there was no sign in the sky just now.
"No, it's just a reminder!"
Dong Huang's indifferent voice sounded.
"What?"
Feng Qing'an didn't understand for a moment, but in the next moment, he understood, because when a real heavenly tribulation came, there were no tribulation clouds, and no brewing, to give the person undergoing the tribulation time to prepare.
There was only a purple sea that suddenly appeared and turned into a pool of thunder, directly submerging Donghuang's figure. With the help of saw a vast purple sea in front of him. It was a sea of thunder and lightning, which was extremely terrifying.
"What do you mean? You're not even going to give me a chance to live?"
Feng Qing'an, who had seen the dragon girl endure the tribulation and thought he had some understanding of heavenly tribulations, could not help but shout when he saw the intensity of the thunder tribulation that Dong Huang had to endure.
If this thunder tribulation was aimed at him, he would be lying flat on his back now. He would not be able to muster the slightest strength to resist, because just the so-called reminder was enough to split him into a piece of charcoal, and maybe not even ashes would be left.
boom--
Thousands of thunders intertwined together, surging like a tide, but with the terrifying power to crush everything. The blazing lightning swept across the sky and the earth, and everything was dyed purple.
"I am a ghost!"
Dong Huang, who had been conquered by thousands of thunders and suffered unimaginable damage, now spoke calmly. She had long known what she needed to face and endure.
boom--
Another roar almost pierced Feng Qing'an's eardrums and shattered his soul. Even though they were separated by a world, Feng Qing'an had the illusion that his soul was going to be torn apart. The vast sea of thunder that stretched from the sky to the earth made him despair. It was like a river pouring down from the sky or an endless galaxy falling.
“Even if it was a Yin spirit, it wouldn’t be like this. This bird calamity didn’t even have a brewing process, it just smashed down directly!”
Feng Qing'an couldn't help but feel sorry for Dong Huang. It was not like he had never seen a heavenly tribulation before. How could this be possible?
It was as if God did not give the ghost kings in the underworld any chance to survive, and would not tolerate any existence above the ghost kings. He would take advantage of the opportunity for them to pass the tribulation in order to wipe out all traces of them from between heaven and earth.
When the Dragon Girl was undergoing the tribulation, the tribulation had been brewing for a long time. Even the people on both sides of the strait could feel the oppression and had the opportunity to escape to their homes.
After the person undergoing the tribulation and even the surrounding creatures were almost ready, the first heavenly thunder finally arrived, descending slowly with intervals in between.
It was nothing like the heavenly tribulation that Donghuang was facing now, which greeted with thunder at the beginning, and then gave no chance for reaction at all, without even a wisp of cloud, and the next moment there was a sea of purple thunder, wrapping the person undergoing the tribulation in it.
Not to mention the intensity of this heavenly tribulation, which is more than ten times stronger than the one that the Dragon Girl went through. Just the process of this heavenly tribulation and the interval between each thunderbolt are enough to show the difference between the two realms.
"This is the calamity of the Netherworld. There's nothing strange about it!"
Dong Huang, who was going through the Netherworld Tribulation not for the first , was very calm. Even though her body was shaking under the thunder, she still held on. One spiritual sword after another flew out from her side, shattering the lightning that flew towards her.
But such an action is no different from creating a waterless land in the vast ocean. All she can do is to minimize the pain of lightning strikes.
"Donghuang, if God doesn't help you, I will!"
Feng Qing'an had never seen Donghuang in such a miserable state. Her silver armor was pierced by the thunder, and even her body under the Luanfeng armor, which no ghost king could match, was also ravaged by the thunder and was covered with scars.
"Not yet, let's wait for the last catastrophe!"
Donghuang refused.
"I still have some tricks up my sleeve, I can hold on!"
The moment Dong Huang finished speaking, a misty immortal air wafted from her body. As the Taoist spirit flowed, a nine-layered sky shrouded in clouds and mist appeared behind her.
Above the Nine-Layered Sky, there was a figure sitting high up. The moment he appeared, the surging sea of thunder calmed down a bit, and an aura that existed alongside the world and was eternal and immortal flowed out.
"What's this?"
Feng Qing'an was stunned when he saw the figure sitting high in the Nine-Layered Sky Palace. Although it was shrouded in mist and could not be seen clearly, just looking at his shape, Feng Qing'an, who was very familiar with Dong Huang's body, could tell that the outlines of the two were almost the same.
