Starting Cultivation During a Trip-Chapter 112 - 92: The Path of Ultimate Sincerity Foretells the Future! The Greatest Mortal Flavor Is the Primordial Spirit_2
Zhengyi, originating from the Dragon Tiger Zhang Family, is not convenient to discuss further here.
Quanzhen, complete in its innate dual cultivation of body and spirit; "Body" refers to one’s heart and Primordial Spirit, while "Spirit" refers to the physical life or Primordial Qi.
Put simply, it’s Primordial Spirit and the fleshly body.
Quanzhen is divided into the Southern Sect and Northern Sect; both advocate "Dual Cultivation of Body and Spirit", though they differ in cultivation order.
The Southern Sect advocates "Body first, then Spirit", while the Northern Sect insists on "Spirit first, then Body".
Wang Chongyang, the so-called [Central Divine Techniques] master in martial arts novels, was historically the Southern Sect’s representative figure.
He emphasized cultivating Spirit to govern the Life Skill, once saying: "True Nature is called Golden Core, the Four Fakes serve as furnace to refine the mass," meaning only the Primordial Spirit is true nature; the four elements of the flesh are mere vessels.
"When Primordial Spirit is achieved, Life Skill is perfected." Zhang Fan mused to himself.
The Primordial Spirit is born innate, harboring the codes of heaven and earth, nearly equivalent to Dao.
If one could glimpse its secrets, be it fleshly body or Divine Techniques, all would be within easy grasp, and attainment comes in a single leap.
Legend has it, during the Ming Dynasty, the great Confucian Wang Yangming at Longchang attained enlightenment, saw true nature as it is, and became a sage in one fell swoop.
The highest realm of Confucianism is, in fact, the [Path of Ultimate Sincerity].
So-called "The Path of Ultimate Sincerity allows foresight"; once reaching this state, one can perceive the past, divine the future, penetrate the secrets of heaven and earth, and comprehend the subtle principles of yin and yang.
What is the Path of Ultimate Sincerity? It’s not just about honesty and trustworthiness.
"Ultimate Sincerity" means genuine reality—Confucianism says [Ultimate Sincerity Never Ceases, Ultimate Sincerity Without Divinity], which means having penetrated the nature of truth, every breath, every heartbeat requires no thought, proceeding naturally, akin to the Daoist Natural Law.
Once at such a realm, Primordial Spirit activates without thought; every action aligns with Dao.
At that time, all Divine Techniques can manifest.
For instance, within the Buddhist Sect, meditating on true nature and focusing on Primordial Spirit; at a certain stage, the body develops five Divine Techniques, like Divine Foot Power, Telepathy, and so on.
"Primordial Spirit is fundamental." Zhang Fan mused.
Some people only cultivate Life Skill, not Sexual Skill; their flesh grows strong, True Yang abundant, mastering many Skills—yet those are but castles in the air, illusions in the water. Once a Tribulation descends, destruction comes overnight.
Just like Jiang Hu in the past, rapid progress in Talisman Dao, strength increasing daily, yet because he was plotted against by Wu Ma, his Dao Heart was shattered, nearly vanished into Great Night.
All his cultivation and Dao Practice almost collapsed overnight.
"Of all Inner Core Techniques under heaven, if one speaks of the summit of Refining Spirit, only [Divine Demon Holy Embryo] is worthy."
Seeing this, Zhang Fan’s eyes lit up suddenly, unable to help reading on.
"However, this technique exists only in legend; those who attempt it are either lunatics, idiots, or simply brainless—not worth considering."
"..."
"Primordial Spirit holds countless mysteries, conceals the truths of the Great Dao... Precisely for this reason, throughout history, many regard it as the secret to immortality, refining and nourishing, concocting medicine, returning to the Nine Truths."
"These people traverse the river of Daoist Sect’s years like hidden waves—rising and falling, weaving through."
"Wuwei Sect!"
Zhang Fan’s gaze sharpened, lost in thought.
Since leaving Zhenwu Mountain, he’s tangled with Wuwei Sect twice; whether it was [Hai Pig] Wang Tao or [Wu Ma] Wuqilu, all were masters of uncanny techniques, experts at playing with people’s hearts.
"About the origins of Wuwei Sect, there’s a saying..."
Zhang Fan’s eyes grew interested, but the next passage left him stunned.
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"Goddamnit..."
Zhang Fan rolled his eyes, immediately filed a complaint, then closed the page.
"Refining and Nourishing the Primordial Spirit as medicine... Wuwei Sect... Thirteen Zodiacs..."
Sitting alone at his workstation, Zhang Fan vaguely remembered the scene when he swallowed the Evil Gods; that night, it seemed the Thirteen Zodiacs’ masters were present as well...
Perhaps, that person even knew Zhang Fan.
"The people of Wuwei Sect really are scum."
Zhang Fan muttered inwardly, feeling the urgency of cultivation ever more keenly.
Now, his Primordial Spirit has grown several times stronger than before. Now he can try some special Daoist Skill. This way, should he encounter a master someday, especially someone from Wuwei Sect, he’ll have the means to protect himself.
...
Dusk, Fang Mountain.
The deep mountain path lay in utter darkness; beneath the cold moonlight, two figures walked alone in the hills—none other than Xiong Qianxing and Ming Chenxuan.
"Brother Xing, I hear Xiong Ba has caught your Xiong Family Ancestor’s eye."
The news of Xiong Ba entering the Ancestral Master’s Daoist Temple spread quickly; both the Gu Family and Ming Family had long caught wind.
"Shut up."
At the mention of Xiong Ba, Xiong Qianxing grew visibly irritable.
"That guy was originally a good-for-nothing—how did he suddenly rise to prominence? Did he have a master guiding him?" Ming Chenxuan asked, careful and meek.
"A master guiding him!?"
Xiong Qianxing’s face clouded further, and Zhang Fan’s image flickered in his mind.
It was all because of him. Otherwise, with that useless Xiong Ba, how could he possibly climb over Xiong Qianxing’s head?
All along, Xiong Qianxing had been suppressing a fire—a fire of vengeance.
But Xiong Qianshan’s words echoed just in time in his mind, extinguishing the flames.
"Foolish brother, do you even know how that guy crippled Xiong Qianqiu?"
"I don’t know."
"God Capturing!"
Just two words spilled from Xiong Qianshan’s mouth, laden with indescribable gravity.
"God Capturing!? Why have I never heard of it?"
"It’s an ancient Daoist Skill, able to forcibly seize a Daoist’s Primordial Spirit with a fleshly body..."
"That brutal?"
Xiong Qianshan said gravely, "Very few people originally mastered this Skill. They forcibly capture the Primordial Spirit for one thing only..."
Here, he paused, clearly unnerved.
"What is it?"
"For devouring!?"
"What? Isn’t that just a Wuwei Demon?" Xiong Qianxing’s face changed at once.
"So, that Zhang Fan is Wuwei..."
"Don’t talk nonsense," Xiong Qianshan snapped harshly.
"Bro, if that guy really is from Wuwei Sect, we can report him to the Daoist Alliance... He’ll be dead for sure..." Xiong Qianxing growled viciously.
"You’ll get yourself killed." Xiong Qianshan glared fiercely at him.
"Not only do you lack hard evidence to prove he’s a Wuwei Demon, even if you had proof and killed him, the Wuwei Sect behind him would never let the Xiong Family go."
"That would be extermination of the clan. Besides, behind that guy stands Xiong Sanqi—a total lawless maniac."
"Yin Mountain Ghost King could break his oath and storm our Xiong Family just for that guy. That shows his importance."
"If you dare rat him out, not a soul in heaven or earth could save you."
Xiong Qianshan’s every word struck with finality. Sweat ran cold down Xiong Qianxing’s back; he dared not think further.
"Forget it, better steer clear from now on." Xiong Qianxing said helplessly.
"Brother Xing, what’s wrong with you? Your spirit’s gone." Ming Chenxuan was taken aback; he had no idea what had changed Xiong Qianxing so drastically overnight, all his former fierceness vanished.
"You’ve just not seen enough," Xiong Qianxing sighed with world-weariness.
Ming Chenxuan stared dazed, feeling like he barely recognized Brother Xing anymore.
"A true man aspires to all corners, and making it big isn’t about staying in the Xiong Family alone." Xiong Qianxing’s tone shifted, straightening his back.
"I hear the elders say, lately, Wuwei Demons are on the comeback; if we strengthen our Daoist Skill, slay some Demons, maybe we can shine as well!"
Xiong Qianxing seemed to find new purpose; his heroism billowed to the sky.
"Good! Slaying Wuwei Demons—now that’s true bravado!"
Just then, praise sounded from nearby.
Along the eerie mountain path, a man and a woman approached—the man wore casual short sleeves and sneakers, a feather tattoo wound round his wrist; the girl, charming and flirtatious, wore bell earrings that jingled with every step.
"Huh!? Who are you?" Xiong Qianxing asked.
Buzz—
Before he could finish, a wild wind howled; the pair were suddenly upon them, inhumanly fast, like ghosts.
"You guys..."
Xiong Qianxing’s face changed, but before he could react, Ming Chenxuan let out a shrill, miserable scream.
He jerked his head down—the girl’s slender hand landed gently atop his skull, caressing, and with that, Xiong Qianxing’s Primordial Spirit was forcibly extracted.
"This is... You are..."
Xiong Qianxing’s Primordial Spirit howled with terror, struggling desperately, but could not break free of the woman’s grasp.
"Truly, a delicacy of the mortal world."
The man and woman exchanged glances, eyes on the captive Primordial Spirit in their hands, licking their lips as greed flashed; then, they opened their mouths and began to devour...
The grotesque sound of chewing echoed through the chilling moonlight!!
