Longevity: Starting from Refining Gu-Chapter 35: It Really Is a Feng Shui Issue

Just after leaving the Spirit Workshop, Xu Yaofeng quickly stuffed the jade jar into his shirt.

Walking with his subordinates on the way back to the office, one subordinate said, "Sir, I heard that the ’Book of Communication with Gods’ is almost done, and many brothers in the guard want to worship the Infinite Heavenly Venerate."

Xu Yaofeng’s stern expression did not change in the slightest.

Please, I believe in Taichu!

That ’Book of Communication with Gods’ just describes various possibilities, they say it might save a small portion of Spirit Stones.

But Senior Taichu can accurately pinpoint all the required materials, without the slightest error!

They simply can’t be compared.

Thinking like this, Xu Yaofeng felt that Senior Taichu was even more mysterious and powerful.

As long as his Lifebound Light Butterfly advanced, he could open the Harmonization Domain!

His Dao Foundation would also be greatly enhanced due to the Lifebound Gu’s advancement, with his power skyrocketing.

Moreover, once the Harmonization Domain was opened, his strength would experience a qualitative leap!

But this Cold Moon True Essence was indeed a bit tricky.

He reached out and touched the spiritual Gu jade jar in his shirt, pondering.

It’s not like there was no way.

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Having gathered the fifty-six medium-grade Spirit Stones obtained from this gathering, Chen Qing began to quickly calculate in his mind.

The Alcohol Gu could no longer be enhanced, as he needed to use it frequently.

If it underwent the Butterfly Transformation, it would be too obvious.

The sword Gu, however, could continue to be enhanced, as it was the only means for slaughter; the higher the level, the better.

After all, he didn’t need to act often, he could just refrain from making moves in the sect.

Who would send someone like him, a farmer, to do the killing?

When he had more Spirit Stones in the future, he could completely contract another sword Gu to show others.

The Fog Gu could always be enhanced, and even if it underwent the Butterfly Transformation, it wouldn’t matter.

After all, no one knew, as long as it was not displayed, no one would know.

He currently had ample Spirit Stones, so he would first enhance the sword Gu and Fog Gu to their full potentials.

Once the Fog Gu and sword Gu both underwent the Butterfly Transformation, his strength should be sufficient for self-preservation.

June 16.

During this period, the Lotus Cave was preoccupied and probably didn’t have time to cause trouble at Wuyou Mountain.

Just after nightfall, Chen Qing went down the mountain.

The sword treasure had already advanced to the Seventh Transformation, and the fog treasure had reached the Fourth Transformation.

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On the 16th night, the moonlight was still bright, and since cultivators naturally had extraordinary eyesight, descending the mountain by moonlight was no problem at all.

Wandering around the streets, he didn’t find any materials for the sword Gu to advance to the Eighth Transformation, but there were materials for the Fog Gu to advance to the Fifth Transformation, though they were too scarce and fragmented.

It looked like he’d have to resort to the Wanbao Pavilion’s profiteers again.

This time, he didn’t hide his identity. With his status, spending three or four hundred Spirit Stones wouldn’t raise any eyebrows.

He spent a total of three hundred fifty-six Spirit Stones at the Wanbao Pavilion, buying fifteen Gold Seeking Stones and twenty strands of White Tiger Bright Hair.

On the way back home, Chen Qing walked along the mountain path, with moonlight filtering through the leaves casting spots of light on the road.

"Chen, going down the mountain to buy materials again?"

Chen Qing looked in the direction of the voice, into the darkness.

"Is that Feng?"

Feng Qi emerged from the darkness, occasionally a red glow flickering at his mouth. He walked into the moonlight and exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Today happens to be my night duty."

Chen Qing said, "Thanks for your hard work, senior brother."

Feng shook his head, "It’s all just my duty, just like you, tending to the Spiritual Field during the day and only having time to go down the mountain at night to buy materials."

Chen Qing nodded, "Recently, there have been a few injured in the sect, so I really have no time during the day."

Feng’s figure again faded into the darkness, with only the red glow from his smoking pipe visible now and then.

"Junior brother, head home soon."

Bidding farewell to Feng, Chen Qing wasn’t worried about Feng discovering anything, as his actions were entirely reasonable.

He simply had a feeling that this guy was rather deep.

Actually, more often than not, Chen Qing felt that the affairs of Wuyou Mountain were not directed by Ye Yuntian, but were led by Feng.

Ye Yuntian seemed more like a sharp sword directed wherever Feng pointed.

Just an executor of plans.

Returning to his cave residence, Chen Qing surveyed his own living room for a moment and finally chose to go to the kitchen.

He let the sword Gu and the Fog Gu each consume the Gold Seeking Stones and White Tiger Bright Hair, while he wanted to dig a hole in the kitchen.

The sword Gu was close to advancing to the Eighth Transformation, and it shouldn’t take much longer for it to reach the Ninth Transformation; he should prepare a place for the sword Gu to advance.

After all, advancement still took some time.

The reason it was in the kitchen was mainly that it was an unusual place, a normal person wouldn’t think of it.

Lifting a floorboard, he aligned his fingers like a sword, and a wisp of Sword Qi emerged from between his fingers.

Sword treasure, oh sword treasure, all your effort now is for yourself, don’t ever feel aggrieved.

It seemed like his Gu were all up to some peculiar activities; the Fog Gu had become a wardrobe-changing tool, while the sword Gu was a digging tool.

Alternating the use of the sword Gu for half an hour, Chen Qing increasingly felt that the sword Gu was genuinely useful!

Cutting stone was as easy as cutting tofu.

Digging into the middle of the night, Chen Qing cleared away the rubble before him, and suddenly discovered that the ground was no longer stone but was instead similar to jade, yet with a slight sense of flesh, more resembling bone.

"What the hell is this?"

Clearing a wider area, he found that not only had the material changed, but there were patterns on it as well.

Looking at the large, somewhat irregular, circular hexagonal patterns on the ground, "Is this a freakin’ turtle shell!"

He stomped forcefully and it didn’t budge.

Reaching out and touching, it felt a bit cold.

The sect of Wuyou Mountain wasn’t on a mountain, but on a gigantic turtle shell.

It’s just that after so many years, the stones on it were dozens of feet tall.

No wonder I’ve been so steady, it’s the Feng Shui of this land that’s influenced me!

It seemed there was a reason Wuyou Mountain was established here.

Chen Qing didn’t have much interest in digging further; this giant turtle had been dead for who knows how many years, there probably wasn’t anything left.

Lying in the newly dug stone chamber, although enclosed, Chen Qing felt an inexplicable peace.

It was as if this place was isolated from the world, keeping out external dangers.

"Why not, just make a stone bed here and sleep here at night."

"If someone comes to assassinate me, they wouldn’t know I’m here."

With that thought, he began shaping a stone bed and arranging the entrance.

Since coming to this otherworldly realm, he had become like a groundhog.

Just wanting to be buried alone, counting his treasures.

After all, he couldn’t depend on others’ mercy for his life.

The exit was arranged by Chen Qing to be a pile of rubble, with the floor covering it, allowing fog to pass through.

To get in, one only needed to become fog and pass through the rubble pile.

Having crossed over for more than a year, Chen Qing slept soundly for the first time.

Staying in such a secretive place brought great peace of mind.

Early in the morning, Chen Qing headed towards the Beast Driving Hall, as the brothers and sisters there often weren’t home during the day due to grazing duties.

Just as he ascended the summit of the Beast Driving Hall, Chen Qing saw a continuous stream of rats transporting goods.

Mouse-sized white and tan rats, with two cargo racks strapped to their backs, swayed as they emerged one after another from an opening at the foot of the mountain.

This was underground transport.

Aerial transport was uncommon, primarily because no one dared do it, too easily exposed, too obvious a target.

And these rats ran through the tunnels as fast as flying yet were concealed and quite safe.

Leading the way was Sun, a senior brother from the Beast Driving Hall, said to be over seventy years old, sitting atop the lead rat, his body swaying with the rat’s movements.

"Chen, you’re quite the rare visitor!"

Someone nearby quickly reminded, "Old Sun, you’ve been out too long, didn’t know. Chen is now the Hall Master of the Spirit Plant Hall, he should be called Master Chen."

Contrary to what people expected, Sun Feiting didn’t laugh and banter with Chen Qing; instead, he dismounted the rat.

Walking over to Chen Qing, he held Chen’s arm and said, "Since Master Chen is here, you must be here for a council meeting with the Hall Masters. While it’s still early and they haven’t left, hurry and find them."

Pulling Chen along as they walked, he gave a look back.

Chen suddenly sensed a very chilling aura emanating, and he turned to look at the source of the aura.

It was a middle-aged man with slightly graying temples, wearing a ragged Daoist robe, his spirit fatigued, yet his eyes firm.

Ascetic!

When cultivators felt they’d reached a bottleneck and were hard to advance further, the stronger ones would choose to travel far and wide.

They would seek different places, cultures, and nurture their Gu, looking for advancement or breakthrough opportunities.

The reason natural advancement accounted for a full twenty percent of the weight was largely due to the existence of ascetics.

He looked at the entire topography of Wuyou Mountain, breathing the fresh air outside the tunnel, "Finally reached a new territory."

Having walked only seventy or eighty steps, Chen Qing could already see from afar the Mountain Master and two hall masters from the Beast Driving Hall arriving.

They clearly received the news early from the Beast Driving Hall and awaited here.

Seeing Chen Qing there, the Mountain Master was surprised, "Chen Qing, what are you doing here?"

Chen replied, "I came to discuss some matters with the brothers and sisters of the Beast Driving Hall."

The Mountain Master said, "Ju Xiu, take Chen to your Beast Driving Hall while I handle this ascetic’s concerns."

Following Ju Xiu for a while, this fiery-tempered senior sister no longer walked, instead lying on a bluestone and watching the Mountain Master and the ascetic conversing below.

Seeing Ju Xiu acting like this, Chen Qing similarly laid down nearby to watch.

Due to the distance, he couldn’t hear what they were saying, but it was evident that the ascetic seemed quite polite.

"Seems like a righteous sect ascetic."

Ju Xiud said, "Can’t say for sure, once they choose to travel, the lines between right and wrong blur."

"Don’t be fooled by their fairy-like demeanor, they’re ruthless when it comes to action."

She added mysteriously, "It’s said that quite a few sects around here have members exiled due to doctrinal disagreements."

"Though the Mountain Master doesn’t quite seem that way."

Chen Qing asked, "Then what do you think the Mountain Master is like?"

Ju Xiu laughed out loud, patting Chen’s shoulder, "Come on, junior brother, let’s discuss proper business instead."