Shen Qingmang sent them away, then rushed into the Qiongzhi Palace, looking for books on magic. He read from the scorching sun to the inky night, and finally mastered some methods of cultivating immortals.
Cultivating immortality might seem difficult, but once you mastered the key points, you could achieve twice the result with half the effort. Perhaps because she'd taught so much, she even felt that cultivating immortality had similarities to science: both involved grasping the principles and then applying them.
Just like she was able to successfully soar into the clouds before, it was because she knew that when water vapor rises and cools down, it condenses into small water droplets, forming clouds and mist, so she created clouds and mist according to this principle.
Shen Qingmang walked outside the hall, stretched out his hand, stared at his palm, and used his mind to condense water droplets. After a while, a small piece of ice appeared on his hand.
Now that no one was around, she could express her joy to the fullest. Shen Qingmang walked around the yard several times, her eyes curved into crescents.
The monk was in good health and did not feel hungry even though she had not eaten for a day. After getting familiar with the layout near the Qiongzhi Palace, Shen Qingmang decided to wander around Wuya Peak and look for a classroom where she could teach.
She first passed by Si Rong's residence and saw a young girl combing the feathers of a white crane. Then she passed by Hao Xin's residence and saw a young man gesturing with a branch, imitating sword moves.
When she passed by Gu Sui Han's door, she didn't see him, but heard intermittent coughing.
The original novel never wrote that the eldest disciple was sickly, nor did it write that he was proficient in magic before he entered the sect. There seemed to be too many mysteries about him.
Shen Qingmang hesitated for a moment, pushed open the gate and walked in. Before he could say hello, he was hit in the face by a beam of light.
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