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Chapter 234: A Stern Lesson
Chapter 234: A Stern Lesson
Yang Qianxiang had always believed that Shen Yi was sent by the Martial Temple to aid Songzhou.
However, it seemed that the truth was not quite as he had imagined.
As the four temple officiants strode forward aggressively, they seemed to be demanding something from him.
"Where is he?"
Wu Dao'an took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his anger.
Finally, he had returned.
If he didn't teach Shen Yi a lesson today, all the years he had spent cultivating his Yin Spirit would have been for naught.
The other temple officiants could sense Wu's anger, but they remained silent and did not try to dissuade him.
What did the Proud Son of Heaven fear the most?
It was perishing before they could reach their full potential.
Young people like this were often proud and stubborn, and now that they had attracted the attention of Qingqiu, it was indeed necessary to teach them a proper lesson. Even if it meant being harsh, it was better than everyone regretting it later if something really happened.
"He... he's back."
Yang Qianxiang's slender body was surrounded by the group. He swallowed his saliva and pointed towards the courtyard.
Before he could finish his sentence, he was lifted up by a Yin Spirit and flown straight towards Courtyard Jia.
The three temple officiants saw Wu taking out his Yin Spirit and could only shake their heads and sigh, before following after him.
Was this really necessary? Could this Inspection Envoy really have run off again after just returning?
...
Courtyard Jia.
Shen Yi sat on the bed, holding the Golden Wolf Jade Token, pretending to be a wooden stake.
He had just opened the panel when he heard a soft knock on the door.
Opening his eyes, he waved his hand, using his qi to push the door open.
Yang Qianxiang stood weakly in front of him, with a Yin Spirit standing behind him, its arms crossed and two dense cloud patterns swirling around it.
Soon, three more figures in blue shirts stepped into the courtyard.
Attracted by the commotion, a row of flickering Yin Spirits in the courtyard gathered to watch the spectacle.
"...?"
Shen Yi frowned, looking towards the door with a puzzled expression.
What was going on?
"Shen, did you have fun on your trip to Songzhou?" Wu Dao'an asked, his face in a mocking smile.
Shen Yi glanced at the numbers on the panel and nodded, "It was okay."
"Will you go again?" Wu Dao'an's eyes twitched, and the other three temple officiants also stepped forward helplessly.
"It depends on the situation."
Shen Yi felt that something was a little off, but he still nodded slightly.
Whether he would go or not mainly depended on whether there was something there that attracted him.
Upon hearing this, the few temple officiants all coughed subconsciously, "Ahem."
As expected, Wu Dao'an's expression changed, and he walked directly to the young man's side.
He clenched his fists slightly, and his breathing became rapid.
"Oh?"
The row of Yin Spirits floating outside showed more interest; it had been a long time since they had seen Old Wu take action.
The temple officiants looked at each other, unable to hold back, and wanted to advise him.
It was fine to teach a stern lesson, but there was no need to embarrass the young man so much.
"Shen,"
Under everyone's gaze, Wu Dao'an forced out an ugly smile, patted Shen Yi's shoulder gently, and said earnestly, "Listen to an old man's ramblings. How vast is the world? What is this tiny corner of the Nine Provinces? When it's time to cultivate, put your heart and mind into it."
"If you can forge a Dharma Golden Body and achieve the Transformation Realm, you won't just have a lifespan of tens of thousands of years. By then, all the wonders of the world will be yours to play with, and all the beautiful sights will be yours to behold. Why rush things now?"
"Do you understand?"
Wu Dao'an's smile was stiff as he tried to make it more amiable.
"...?"
Shen Yi had the urge to slap this old face, his fingers twitched, but he still held back.
"Look, even if you went to Songzhou, what could you accomplish besides wasting your time?" Wu Dao'an patiently advised.
The Martial Temple seemed to be unaware of Master Shen's true strength.
"Shut up! What nonsense are you spouting? He's just a Yin Spirit cultivator..." Wu Dao'an turned and glared coldly at him.
"Master Shen's body refinement is unparalleled, and his strength surpasses all in Da Qian. This is the true path a Yin Spirit cultivator should strive for," Yang Qianxiang stubbornly asserted, an odd sense of protectiveness creeping into his tone.
"... ..."
A heavy silence fell over the courtyard as the over a dozen Yin Spirits present absorbed this information.
These were the highest-level Yin Spirit cultivators in the Great Qian Dynasty, and yet, a mere general from Songzhou, a lower realm martial immortal, was teaching them what it meant to be a true Yin Spirit cultivator.
Several of the Yin Spirits began rolling up their sleeves, their anger barely contained.
The plump, blue-robed temple officiant hurried into the room and shot a disapproving glance at Wu Dao'an. What a way to teach someone a lesson! He was really good for nothing.
He turned his attention to Yang Qianxiang, "You said that it was this Master Shen who helped purge Songzhou of its demon infestation? And he did it using body refinement techniques?"
His words seemed to snap the others out of their stupor.
Compared to the discussion of what constituted the true path for a Yin Spirit cultivator, the events in Songzhou were even more incomprehensible.
"Who says martial immortals are physically weak? Master Shen didn't need a Dao Infant, nor did he manipulate the energy of the heavens and earth. With just his bare fists, he killed a Demon King," Yang Qianxiang declared, his gaze sweeping over the group with unwavering confidence. After all, he had witnessed it all with his own eyes.
Even these Yin Spirit cultivators, with their profound realms, were stunned into silence.
Their minds struggled to process the scene he had just described.
Not only martial artists but even demons and evil spirits relied on their cultivation to enhance their physical strength. To rely solely on one's physical body was unthinkable.
"You also cultivated body refinement techniques?" Wu Dao'an's smile vanished, his expression turning agitated.
What a waste! What a waste! He had thought that Shen Yi, at such a young age, achieving the realm of a martial immortal, was already an exceptional genius. But he never expected that the young man would cultivate both his physical body and his Yin Spirit!
Why not cultivate your Dao Infant as well?! If he had spent that time cultivating his Yin Spirit, he might have already begun condensing his Golden Body.
"How foolish! Lifespan is not something to be wasted so carelessly," Wu Dao'an lamented, pounding his chest in frustration.
"Then..."
Shen Yi released his hand, revealing the Golden Wolf Jade Token in his palm.
Wu Dao'an paused at the sight, then turned and berated the others, "What are you all still doing here? Get out! You're disturbing his cultivation!"
Turning back, he found Shen Yi silently staring at him.
Wu Dao'an clicked his tongue and said helplessly, "Alright, I'm leaving too. Focus on your cultivation. If you need anything, come and find me, or just help yourself to whatever you need from the Martial Arsenal."
Everyone filed out of the room, gently closing the door behind them.
They walked all the way to the edge of Courtyard Jia.
Wu Dao'an finally stopped and looked back, a dazed expression on his face. "They say that the heavens are impartial, that we are all born from the same mortal flesh and blood. Then why are there such vast differences between us?"
The path that others struggled to pursue seemed effortless for the young man, and he even had the spare capacity to learn other things, excelling in those as well.
"Brother Wu, you shouldn't feel that you were wrong," the plump temple officiant consoled. "Don't forget, our Great Qian has also produced a genius like that... Brother Zhu condensed his Golden Core at twenty, formed his Nascent Soul and nurtured his spirit at twenty-six, and began refining his Golden Body at forty."
At the mention of this name, everyone fell silent.
"He's already three thousand nine hundred years old now, and he's still guarding the Golden Body technique in the Martial Arsenal, sitting there like an idiot, waiting for his Yin Spirit to dissipate."
"Shen should take him as a warning..."
(End of Chapter)
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