Qi poison is one of the most difficult hurdles for martial artists in the Poison Dao.
Although the extraction of toxic substances by martial artists of the Poison Dao to cultivate their poisonous kung fu has resulted in powerful lethality and certain bizarre abilities, it has also resulted in impurity of true qi.
How to refine the poisonous substances in the true qi, so that the poisonous kung fu mixed with the true qi can be completely transformed into a pure true qi with poisonous properties, is the threshold that a martial artist of the poisonous path must face.
For example, if Lin Quxuan wanted to reach the peak of the True Dan realm and have the foundation to impact the Tong Shen, he would have to refine the toxicity in his true qi to make it pure and unique.
After refining the toxicity, their poison will be purely composed of true qi, which is not called qi poison.
Lin Quxuan’s past experience with the Ten Thousand Poison Sect was of little help to him, as he had been groping his way through the river as to how to refine his own toxicity due to the integration of his martial arts into the Blood Demon Sect’s Blood Soul True Solution.
“However, even if it is qi poison, with that white-haired Daoist’s realm, it shouldn’t completely fade away some of the drawbacks of corpse qi.” Lin Quxuan muttered to himself.
Since ancient times, there were also many poisonous martial artists who cultivated corpse poison, like the Heavenly Demon Palace’s Corpse Yin Hall was the leading one among all of them. However, these corpse martial artists also needed to reach the Tong Shen realm before they could completely shed their corpse-related characteristics, and in the case of that white-haired Daoist, it could be said to be unique.
So that Daoist must have a secret.
That was what Lin Quxuan felt.
He did not know that the corpse qi had been completely mimicked by Qing Yu with his own true qi, and had not gone through the process of poisonous martial artists first absorbing the toxicity, then fusing it and refining it. According to Lin Quxuan’s guess, that white-haired Daoist had some kind of poisonous Dao divine skill to have such a divine and exquisite poisonous skill.
What martial artist would not be thirsty for such a divine technique? Especially Lin Quxuan, who was now in dire need of refining his toxicity.
“Lin Kan, you take Lin Feng back to the sect. Remember, don’t reveal the news of that white-haired Daoist.” Lin Quxuan instructed after suppressing the fire poison reverberating in Lin Feng’s body.
Lin Kan and Lin Feng were his inner circle, otherwise they wouldn’t have brought the credit for seriously injuring Xuan Goblet and share some of the harvest.
It was just that Lin Quxuan did not expect that Xuan Goblet, who had been in retreat in the mountains for ten years and who usually did not fight much, would have such strength. As a result, the attack was a failure.
However, if he could find a way to refine his own poison, it would not be a loss if he failed a few more times.
Lin Kan was also aware of Lin Quxuan’s thirst, so he nodded slightly and took the still unconscious Lin Feng with him to leave.
“The only thing left is the white-haired Daoist ——” Lin Quxuan looked in the direction of the Heavenly Truth View, his eyes flickering with a brilliant aura, indescribable calculations lingering in his mind.
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In the Heavenly Truth View.
Xuan Zhen and Qing Yu returned to the viewpoint and went to their master and disciple’s room.
“I don’t know if the Ten Thousand Poison Sect will attack again, so it’s time for poor Daoist and senior Xuan Goblet to leave as soon as possible. So, fellow Daoist, I’ll trouble you.”
Looking at Qing Ling who was calmly sleeping, a trace of pity and a trace of apology flashed in Xuan Zhen’s eyes before he bowed to Qing Yu and asked for a favour.
The pain of the past could sometimes become an obstacle to living now, and for the sake of his disciple’s physical and mental health, Xuan Zhen decided to seal her painful memories.
“It’s just a handful, there’s no need to say thank you, fellow Daoist.”
Qing Yu side-stepped Xuan Zhen’s courtesy and walked to the window, looking at the young Daoist nun who had a good master.
She was still sleeping soundly, and it was clear that she had been troubled by her nightmares of the past, which was why she had slept until now, after Qing Yu had recited the “Meditation Technique” to her and put her to sleep peacefully.
In the future, she will be able to sleep so peacefully.
Raising his hand and pointing his finger at Qing Ling’s brow, the invisible power of his mind invaded her mind, bringing back painful memories from her past.
Qing Ling’s brows knitted up again, and a look of pain and struggle spread across her delicate face.
What had been a peaceful sleep had turned into a nightmare as these memories reappeared.
In the city of Yang, witnessing the death in the arms of the youngster who looked spiritless and hollow-eyed.
In Xi’an City, several brothers and teachers were killed, Qingzhou and Chen Qinglin were captured and Eldest Brother Qingxu was seriously injured. That night, the blood-coloured figure that rattled and laughed strangely, the god-like Gong Zi Yu, was also a fear that Qing Ling could hardly forget.
After hearing that Qing Xu and Chen Qing Lin both died on the way to chase after Gong Zi Yu, the only disciple of the True Martial Sect who survived the encounter was Qing Ling, a young Daoist nun. This caused a strong sense of survivor’s guilt in this kind-hearted little Daoist nun’s heart.
”It’s not much ——” muttered someone who had no sense of being the instigator.
To be honest, if it were Qing Yu, he would definitely not feel any pain or guilt, being able to live well is actually an extremely lucky thing in itself.
But when he thought that Qing Ling had grown up in the True Martial Arts Sect without a care in the world, and had never tasted a bit of human suffering, it was only right that he should have such a mentality.
After all, it was impossible for everyone to be like Qing Yu, with a twenty-year-old body hiding an almost fifty-year-old coin mentality.
“Since it is so painful, forget it over there ——” as if chanting low words, the invisible power of the mind began to fade and modify these memories.
The first time the young Taoist nun came down from the mountain, she ate and drank, and when she came back to her senses, she was already sitting on the carriage back to True Martial Mountain. Qing Ling felt pity for the tragic death of her “Qing Yu” brother, but did not have the deep shock of dying in her arms.
The memories of Xi’an City quietly faded away in Qing Ling’s mind, gradually disappearing, sealed away in a corner of her heart.
As long as it was not deliberately mentioned recently, this memory would only fade away completely with the pa*sage of time. Without the profoundness that comes from frequent recollection, even if she recalls it later, it will only be as if she lost something when she was a child, and even if she remembers it now, she will not have the same deep emotions.
After all, people are forgetful creatures. The only reason you can’t forget is that you keep thinking about it. As long as there is a long period of time between these thoughts, the so-called not forgetting is actually no different from forgetting.
With Qing Yu’s work, Qing Ling’s furrowed brow was once again smoothed out and the pain and struggle on her face disappeared. And, if nothing else, this peace of mind would stay with her.
Qing Yu slowly withdrew his fingers and smiled at Xuan Zhen who was tense, “Fortunately, your disciple will be able to wake up from that nightmare in the future.”
Hearing this, Xuan Zhen finally let go of his heart.
Her beloved disciple was finally free from his old nightmare, and as far as she could see, this fellow Daoist Qing Yu, who shared the same daoist name as her dead nephew, hadn’t used any tricks to lay his hands on her.
“Thank you, Daoist friend Qing Yu.” Xuan Zhen saluted.
