An Yanxiang's story is a clichéd, melodramatic, and tragic story. His father, Wujiu Zhenren, the current elder of the Discipline Hall, appears stern and dignified, but in his youth he committed some truly wicked deeds. He fell in love with a gifted junior sister, believing she would produce the most powerful offspring. However, she was in love with someone else, so he resorted to coercion, forcing her to accept the reality and become his Taoist partner.
Immortal Wujiu was a child of destiny, possessing the highest level of cultivation and the most accomplished skills among his peers. His master, the then-peak master of Wuwei Peak, protected his prized disciple, urging him to accept reality and live a good life with his senior brother. To prevent her from aborting her unborn child, Immortal Wujiu placed her under house arrest and assigned someone to watch over her.
After giving birth to An Yanxiang, the junior sister finally found a moment of freedom. Weak after giving birth, unable to run far on her own, she sought out her former lover, hoping he would take her away with him. However, he, unwilling to leave the comfortable environment of the Taichu sect and fearing a confrontation with the powerful Master Wujiu, refused. Dragging her weakened body, she attempted to escape, but was recaptured by the elders of Wendao Peak and returned to Wuwei Peak, where Master Wujiu placed her under strict guard. Driven by repeated setbacks, she finally went mad and attempted to poison her own son. She coated the poison in honey and was about to feed it to An Yanxiang's wet nurse, who discovered her and stopped her.
However, she had swallowed the poison herself before that, and the poison gradually took effect, and she left this cruel world in a decisive way.
When Shen Qingmang heard this story from her master, she felt a chilling chill, believing the Taichu Sect to be a demonic den. Her master explained that many of the elders involved had died due to errors in their training, a form of retribution. After assuming power, he punished Master Wujiu, only reinstating him as an elder in recent years. The Taichu Sect has since strictly prohibited such incidents, threatening expulsion of perpetrators. Only then did she feel better.
"The entire Taichu Sect is a filthy place. The monks are more hypocritical and cunning than each other. What's the need for such a sect to exist?" An Yanxiang said with red eyes, "It should be burned to ashes. At the very least, all the old ones should be killed."
"Are you really determined to unite with outsiders to deal with your own sect?" Shen Qingmang said in a deep voice: "Then I will clean up Taichu's sect first!"
Before she could finish her words, she had already grabbed the blackboard eraser and attacked. The two fought fiercely. Shen Qingmang didn't intend to execute him. Regardless of the reason, if a cultivator killed a fellow sect member, they would be condemned by the world and punished by everyone. She simply wanted to incapacitate him, so that he could no longer communicate or conspire with the Fang Yuan Sect.
However, An Yanxiang's attainments in magic had improved a lot compared to the last battle, but Shen Qingmang had not had a serious fight for a long time. She was at a disadvantage at the beginning. In the end, she barely subdued An Yanxiang, but she did not have the strength to completely block the spiritual power in his body.
It's good to control him temporarily... Shen Qingmang felt that he could use him as bait to catch bigger fish.
For example, Li Shutong, she may be living in the spiritual palace of Anyan Township, or she may come from Fangyuan Sect, representing the sincerity of Fangyuan Sect's cooperation with Anyan Township.
She believed they would meet again.
Shen Qingmang tied An Yanxiang into a ball and stuffed him into the Hantian Wall where he had imprisoned Gu Suihan in his previous life. Exhausted both physically and mentally, he quickly returned to Wuya Peak.
Therefore, she did not notice that a ray of light quietly penetrated into the Frost Sky Wall.
At night, she lay in her room, pondering the feasibility of directly exposing An Yanxiang's conspiracy to the sect leader. Ultimately, she concluded that there was insufficient evidence to prove An Yanxiang's ulterior motives. She only speculated about the potential harm of the spirit-summoning talisman, unable to confirm it. Few knew of An Yanxiang's insane nature, and even fewer believed he could potentially harm the sect. He was a master of disguise.
She needed to dig out the entire line.
The most urgent thing was to solve Gu Suihan's physical problem first. She didn't believe Li Shutong's words that no one could cure him. The next day, she took Gu Suihan to Qihuangmen.
The Qihuang Sect was northwest of the Taichu Sect. It would take five to six months to walk there, and at the fastest, half a month to fly using magic. She and Gu Suihan flew intermittently, finding places to rest when they got tired. Shen Qingmang was constantly struck by the beautiful scenery along the way. It was a pity that there was no camera here to capture the beautiful moments forever.
Half a month later, they finally arrived at the town outside Qihuang Sect. Shen Qingmang found that the place was filled with the aroma of medicine. It was said that everyone in Qihuang Sect was a doctor, and whether they were cultivators or not, they all had some skills in healing illnesses and injuries.
"There are too many people here." Gu Suihan frowned, put one hand around Shen Qingmang's waist, and used the other hand to block the passers-by.
Shen Qingmang laughed at him, "No need to make such a fuss. Although there are a lot of people here, it's not to the point of being shoulder to shoulder."
Compared to the commercial streets during holidays, this street has much less traffic.
She saw many stalls outside shops selling exotic flowers and plants that she had never seen before, and she couldn't help but stop to ask. The shop owners were also accustomed to outsiders coming to Qihuangmen for medical treatment, and they patiently explained the efficacy and usage of the products one by one.
Shen Qingmang bought two herbal sachets, one for himself and one for Gu Suihan. Gu Suihan looked at the sachets with similar patterns but different colors and couldn't let them go.
"Do you feel that the spiritual energy here is very rich?" Shen Qingmang asked.
"Yes, it is. I feel like there is plenty of wood spirit energy in the air, and maybe earth spirit energy as well."
"In my previous life, the problem of spiritual power exhaustion appeared in all major sects, except for the Qihuang Sect and the Wuwang Sect. It seems that this life is probably the same. What is the mystery of the Qihuang Sect and the Wuwang Sect? One is a medical practitioner, and the other is a physical practitioner. They are completely unrelated."
"I don't know either. But the Qihuang Sect and Wuwang Sect seem to have more cultivators than other sects."
Shen Qingmang pondered. "The Qihuang Sect cultivates a variety of precious herbs, and everyone is a doctor. My sect's environment is harsh, and everyone has to face the wind and sand of the desert. Almost everyone has trained themselves to become a physical cultivator. Their absolute number of cultivators may not be higher than ours, but the ratio is definitely much higher."
Gu Suihan didn't understand the terms "absolute value" and "proportion," but he understood Shen Qingmang's general idea. The master and disciple walked silently on the bustling street, thinking as they went. After a long moment, they suddenly said in unison, "Number of people!"
The number of people must be the key. It is not the case that the fewer monks there are, the more abundant the spiritual energy in the world will be. Perhaps it is just the opposite. The more monks there are, the more spiritual energy in nature will be developed, which will increase the concentration of spiritual energy in the air.
But this guess is only superficial, and they need to visit more places to uncover the truth.
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