9 Chapter 08: Pure Yang Qi

Deep into the night!

The full moon rises in the east, startling the cold crows...

In the old house, a beautiful figure steps in, following the shadows of the night.

Under the moonlight, the woman is dressed in a red cloak, and her voluptuous figure can't be concealed by the swaying wind.

By her side is a servant girl who is slightly shorter but possesses bright and clever eyes.

"To kill someone with a single strike and leave no trace behind, what a great skill!"

The red-clothed woman walks to the center of the courtyard and looks at the remaining traces, her beautiful eyes showing no emotions.

"A one-hit-kill? Who in Peace Town is capable of slaying Qin Jiu with a single strike now? What kind of strength is that?" The servant girl cried out in surprise, her pretty face filled with astonishment.

The red-clothed woman remained indifferent, bending down and touching the burnt marks on the ground with her slender, jade-like fingers.

"Chattering Thunder, Five Thunderbolts...I didn't expect Chen Qinggang to have cultivated to such a level," said the red-clothed woman indifferently.

"I underestimated him."

"What?" The servant girl's delicate body shuddered, and a touch of fear appeared in her eyes.

To her, a master of Chattering Thunder was nothing short of a disaster, let alone reaching the realm of "Five Thunderbolts." When their blood energy circulated, it was like five thunderbolts striking down, making it impossible for her to escape.

Such a master didn't even need to activate talismans nor use the Inner Divine Weapon Technique, just a single slap could kill her without leaving any suspense.

"It's said that Chen Qinggang is the weakest among the Three Great City Guards, but I never thought that he would have reached the realm of Five Thunderbolts," said the servant girl with a solemn expression and a worried tone.

"Although it's a bit more troublesome, it's nothing much," replied the red-clothed woman slowly as she stood up and shook her head, a cold light flashing in her beautiful eyes.

"Now the Demon Control Department is empty from within, with only Chen Qinggang guarding it. Such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity can't be taken twice."

"Miss, do you mean to..." The servant girl said in shock.

"Tomorrow night at midnight, I will visit the Demon Control Department myself. Perhaps I can break that seal," the red-clothed woman had determination on her face.

The servant girl turned slightly pale upon hearing this.

"Miss, should we report this to the leader?"

"No need," said the red-clothed woman, shaking her head.

The servant girl hesitated but finally managed to hold back her words.

"You can go back first," the red-clothed woman gestured with her hand.

The servant girl nodded, and as she turned, her demonic energy disappeared, the human form faded away, and a gray fox emerged from it, leaping out of the courtyard and disappearing into the vast night.

Watching the retreating figure, the red-clothed woman leaped up.

Demonic energy surged like a blazing flame, and a red fox emerged from the disappearing human shape.

Its fur was as glossy as satin, and its long tail seemed like a ball of fire, particularly eye-catching under the moonlight.

The red-haired fox jumped over the courtyard wall, darted into an alley, and arrived at a dilapidated thatched cottage.

A dim light still shone in the house.

Through the cracks in the window, a thin scholar clad in a long robe could be seen reading by candlelight.

The red-haired fox lay on the courtyard wall, watching the book under the lamplight, with a soft touch in its eyes.

Two years ago, it was seriously injured while practicing and almost died in the wilderness.

It was the scholar who picked it up and took care of it day and night.

Since then, the fox would always come to watch from afar late at night, seemingly finding peace in just gazing.

"Huh?"

Just then, the scholar suddenly looked up as if sensing something, staring directly into the eyes of the red-haired fox.

The scholar showed slight surprise, immediately followed by a hint of joy. He beckoned the fox with his hand.

After some hesitation, the red-haired fox still jumped down.

The scholar opened the door, bent down, and rubbed the fox's head.

"Little fox, are you here to see me?" He smiled.

"The sage said that crows repay kindness by feeding and lambs kneel to suckle. I didn't expect that you, as a little fox, would also understand gratitude. It seems that you possess spiritual awareness," the scholar said delightedly, unable to resist hugging the fox.

The red-skinned fox squinted its eyes and obediently snuggled into the scholar's embrace.

Back inside the house, the scholar held the fox and continued reading.

A man and a fox nestled together in this quiet night, sharing warmth.

...

Back at home, Zhou Dao tightly closed the room door and couldn't wait to take out the fox demon corpse hidden in the Green Coiling Treasure Bag.

Evil Level High Grade Monster, he had only seen one in the two years he had been in the Demon Control Department.

He couldn't wait to offer it to the Ancestral Founder.

There was no other choice, his biggest virtue was respecting and being filial to his teachers and elders.

"Sacrifice!"

Zhou Dao flicked his finger, a drop of blood shot out and landed on the fox demon's corpse.

[Offering the fox fairy, obtaining Pure Yang Qi]

A mechanical-like voice rang in Zhou Dao's mind.

Immediately afterward, a red cloud of Qi descended and floated in front of Zhou Dao.

This stream of Qi was like a newborn sun, emitting a warm radiance, and it surged and bounced like a raging fire.

"Pure Yang Qi? Holy shit... This is a huge profit!" Zhou Dao's eyes widened.

This was a cultivation treasure, he had only seen records of it in Taoist scriptures.

It was said that in ancient times, only those with great divine powers could extract Pure Yang Qi from the spirit of all things in heaven and earth, and now, there was no such divine technique in the world.

How precious is Pure Yang Qi?

The Taoist scriptures said: In mortal beings, the essence belongs to Yin spirits, while the life veins of immortals belong to Pure Yang.

It means that the nature of ordinary people is Yin spirits, intangible and elusive.

In Zhou Dao's understanding as a time traveler, consciousness and body are separate. Consciousness is formed first, followed by action.

For example, I'm thirsty and want to drink water, so I get up to get a teacup.

But without a flesh body, this thought could not be put into action and become reality.

So, the nature of human beings is Yin spirits, intangible and borrowing a flesh body for cultivation only.

The flesh body is a tool for cultivation, it is the boat for crossing one's own divine nature.

The ultimate goal is to raise the Pure Yang from the Yin spirit and transform the illusion into reality.

So, the Taoist scripture's description of cultivation is good:

Like a turtle drawing Qi into spiritual roots, breathing in a hut and entering the dantian, ordinary people follow the method of eating the five grains, and I refine Taiyin to transform Yang spirit.

The so-called spiritual roots are the twelve hidden channels in the human body that can only be accessed after the Refining Realm First Transformation [Channel and Energy Cultivation].

Only by breaking through them can one be considered as having spiritual roots, being able to swallow elixirs, circulate them in the dantian, store the power of big medicines in channels, transform blood energy, and nourish Yin spirit Yang.

From that moment on, one is truly on the path of cultivation.

As the saying goes, people regard food as their heaven.

Ordinary people eat the five grains to nourish their flesh and bones.

Cultivators, however, eat elixirs and absorb qi, conceive blood energy, and nourish yin to give birth to yang.

At this point, the direction and essence of life evolution begin to differ.

But it is extremely difficult to cultivate Pure Yang Power.

The human body is a tripod furnace, requiring a little bit of extraction from big medicines.

In offering Zhou Dao for so many treasures, he has only barely reached the Refining Realm Seventh Transformation, and there is only a little Pure Yang Power in his blood energy.

As for others, it is even more difficult for them to reach this step.

From this, it can be seen how precious Pure Yang Qi is.

Ancient people said that those who eat qi are immortal, referring to Pure Yang Qi.

"Wow, what a treasure!" Zhou Dao's eyes were shining, like a weasel becoming an expert, and he couldn't wait to swallow the Pure Yang Qi and refine it.

As Pure Yang Qi entered his body, it turned into a warm current, like a flood breaking a dike, washing his four limbs and hundreds of bones, then following the twelve channels, converging in the dantian, circulating through the Five Viscera and Six Bowels, and reaching the Heavenly Spirit Treasure Acupoint...

Rumble...

In an instant, Zhou Dao's internal blood energy boiled and rolled, making a deafening noise.

His breath became more and more majestic, his spirit clear and energetic, and his circulation filled the heavens.

Boom! Boom! Boom!...

He heard fifteen thunderous sounds, like the booming spring thunder, unstoppable.

"Fifteen thunder! Holy shit!" Zhou Dao's eyes were wide open, and he couldn't help but whisper in a low voice.