Chapter 28 Chapter 28 Purple Palace Opens!
Late at night, with a crescent moon high in the sky, the quiet bamboo forest is only punctuated by the occasional chirping of insects and croaking of frogs. Yet, the owner of the bamboo courtyard is still awake.
Moonlight shone into the house through the window, and I saw a pale-faced girl in blue clothes holding a brush, lying on the ground and writing something.
The brush in her hand was already half worn out, and her hands and clothes were covered in ink and blood. Blood from her nose dripped down her chin, staining the densely packed ink characters on the ground with an eerie red.
Suddenly, a trace of struggle flashed across the girl's numb eyes. As if she was fighting against some invisible force, she threw the brush away with great difficulty!
Then, as if she had lost all strength and consciousness, her body went limp and she collapsed to the ground. At that moment, an invisible wave radiated from her brow, spreading outwards, and the disciple's ring at her waist flickered imperceptibly.
At the same time, a disciple who was still wandering the airspace late at night suddenly noticed a new message in the chat area. The title read: "Yun Miao."
To prevent disciples from suffering unnecessary harm when communicating with their spiritual senses, the sect had previously imposed many restrictions on the Disciple Order. One of these restrictions was that it would automatically add the disciple's corresponding realm symbol to the messages sent to the airspace.
In this way, other people can directly know the cultivation level of the person sending the message, and then consider whether to read the message he sent.
So Qiu Huayue took a glance and immediately knew that this was a message sent by a disciple in the Qi Refining Stage.
She was one of the last batch of disciples to enter. Because Xuantian Sect had very strict requirements for accepting disciples, and it took another twenty years before they opened their doors to the public, her batch of disciples had all essentially entered the Foundation Establishment stage. So, she guessed the message was from a recent junior fellow disciple.
"The disciple-recruiting ceremony isn't until tomorrow, I didn't expect someone to already know the greatest benefit of the Disciple Order. It's just that I don't quite know how to use it yet. Why did you post your name? Haha."
Qiu Huayue sat under a large tree in the courtyard, gazing at the moon and reflecting on her past. She thought back to twenty years ago, when she was still an innocent little quail. Senior Sister Ning's words had frightened her so much that she dared not even put down her discipleship order, fearing she would be blasted into a cloud of blood by the sect's protective formation. Twenty years later, she had been ravaged by life and turned into a vicious woman.
But there's nothing wrong with being a vicious woman, hahaha. Senior Sister Ning would never have thought that she, a member of Fafeng, was also involved in the theft of the Law Enforcement Hall's money tree!
The female cultivator under the moon laughed a few evil laughs, ready to have a good communication with the new disciple who sent the message.
My lovely junior brothers and sisters, let your beautiful and warm-hearted senior sister teach you about the evil of human nature and the cruelty of the world of cultivation!
However, as she read, a bunch of disorganized and repetitive words instantly flooded into her consciousness.
'#&There is a thing mixed into* the abominable deer horns#& Born before heaven and earth￥@Lonely and lonely##Revenge#%Independent and unchanging&%￥Circling without end%%￥Can be the mother of heaven and earth%￥#Beat into venison meatballs%#Law of heaven and earth#%@Law of the way#*Law of nature*&￥#I don't know its name*%Drag into the Law Enforcement Hall& Born before heaven and earth￥@Beat into three folds%￥So force the word "Tao"#Hang and whip#%Independent and unchanging&%￥Circling without end%Dip in chili water%￥Can be the mother of heaven and earth%Just beat without question￥#Beat into venison meat patties%#Law of heaven and earth#%@Law of the way#*Law of nature*&￥【Note 1】'
Boom!
Qiu Huayue fell directly from the tree and sat on the ground. She did not get up immediately, but was stunned to absorb the information in her mind.
She did not have the excitement of a new disciple joining the sect, the confusion about the future, the curiosity about the world of cultivation, and only the broken horns of the deer.
He cursed loudly and uttered a bunch of mysterious and wild cursive words that were obviously not meant to be uttered by a Qi Refining Stage disciple.
Qiu Huayue glanced at the densely packed, illogical text again, feeling a sudden sense of dread in the middle of the night. So, she hesitantly sent a message.
"I saw a very strange message late at night. Does anyone know what it means?"
She posted it in the communication area, and then used the disciple order to send messages to several familiar senior brothers and sisters and friends, asking them to help her figure out what these words meant. She was almost dumbfounded by them in the middle of the night.
She had simply wanted to share her doubts and feelings, but ended up causing such a stir.
First, a good senior sister went to the airspace to check the Qi Refining Stage information and screamed in surprise.
[This was sent by a Qi Refining Stage disciple? Impossible! How is this possible? Could someone else have borrowed this disciple's token and sent it?]
Qiu Huayue was puzzled: "Senior Sister, what are you talking about? Our disciple tokens have been restricted, bound to our souls, and can only be used by ourselves. How could we borrow someone else's token to send a message? And even if a demon cultivator went to great lengths to infiltrate and use secret techniques to replace the new disciple, they wouldn't be able to send such a messed-up message and expose themselves."
"You're right. It's impossible for someone to borrow or replace someone else. But... but these shouldn't be coming from a Qi Refining Stage disciple."
The senior sister's serious voice came: [Junior Sister Huayue, do you know what the messy cursive writing you are talking about represents?]
Qiu Huayue was even more confused: [What does it mean? ]
Senior Sister: [These are the inscriptions on the nine pillars of Guanyuntai!]
Qiu Huayue's pupils shrank: [The inscription left by the ancestor?! Impossible!]
Even a Foundation Establishment Stage disciple wouldn't dare to examine those inscriptions closely, so how could a newly initiated Qi Refining Stage disciple possibly see them, and even send them to the sky?!
[Look, you also think it's impossible, right? ]
The senior sister muttered: [No, this is too strange. I need to go up to the airspace and take a closer look.]
Qiu Huayue was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly used her spiritual sense to connect to the sect's airspace again.
At the same time, everyone in the airspace who saw the two messages was in an uproar. Everyone shouted that it was absolutely impossible and that this was definitely not something a Qi Refining Stage disciple could do.
So a group of night owls who neither practiced nor rested studied this issue for a long time. As soon as a possibility was proposed, it was overturned.
Many people, like Qiu Huayue, spread this message, and some people even asked their relatives and friends to help them, trying to convince others to accept his theory.
As more and more people joined in the fun, the entire communication area was almost filled with sharing and debate. It was so noisy and no one could convince anyone else.
The unusual activity in the airspace also attracted the attention of the disciple on duty in the Deacon Hall. He browsed through most of the messages, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and finally his eyes stopped on one of the sarcastic replies.
"This is impossible, that's impossible, so what else could be the reason? Is the airspace haunted? Or is the ancestor appearing?"
Disciples of the Deacon Hall had special privileges and could access some of the disciples' information through their Disciple Tokens. So as soon as he thought about it, the information of the disciple who had posted the message named 'Yun Miao' flooded into his mind.
Yun Miao, Qi Refining Stage 7, points zero, just bound to disciple order at 3:00 PM, currently sending one message...
one?
A newly initiated Qi Refining Stage disciple, sending a message in the air for the first time, sent something like this...
The disciple of the Deacon Hall stood up suddenly, feeling a chill on his back and the hair on his arms standing on end. He quickly used the disciple order to report the matter.
[Brother Ding, this is bad! The Grandmaster is haunted! The airspace is showing signs of something! Pah, pah, pah! The Grandmaster is showing signs of something! The airspace is haunted!]
The sect's emergency notification sounded directly without the disciples having to receive it. Ding Sangsang was originally sitting cross-legged on the cushion pretending to practice, but he was actually sleeping soundly. As a result, the terrified scream came from the disciple order on his waist, instantly exploding in his ears, frightening him so much that he jumped up!
Bang!
His head was fine, but there was a hole in the poor roof, and a ray of moonlight instantly hit him.
Ding Sangsang brushed off the broken tiles above his head in confusion. Was he dazed from sleep, or was he too sleepy from not getting enough sleep? He even had such outrageous auditory hallucinations.
He yawned as he talked to his junior fellow apprentice, his tone as lazy and dejected as ever.
[Message? Inscription? I see. Has the Grandmother finally appeared? That's great! I've been having insomnia lately. I'm going to Guanyuntai to burn incense and pray, asking the Grandmother to grant me a good sleep, preferably a long sleep without waking up...]
[No, after thinking about it, I really don't want to move. How about you, Junior Brother, run the trip for me? Remember to use thicker incense, kneel longer, and speak sweetly, so that you appear sincere.]
[Huh? You're going to tell the master about me? Wow, we're brothers, there's no need to kill each other, right? Okay, okay, I won't ask you to help me burn incense and pray. It's so late, I should go to bed, you should go to bed early too.]
Ding Sangsang yawned again and turned a deaf ear to his junior brother's roar.
"It's okay. That little sister is the sect master's new disciple and should be living on the main peak. I'll let the eldest brother know later. He's the most gentle and kind gentleman in the entire sect. He'll definitely take responsibility."
"Anyway, it must be some idle disciples messing around again. It's just a random message. Compared to the tragic death of the money tree in the Law Enforcement Hall, it's nothing more than a small matter..."
[Hmm? It's not his fault? It's my fault? It doesn't matter. After all, I'm the junior brother. It's only natural for me to give the good things to the senior brother. No need to thank me.]
[Deduct monthly allowance? Just deduct it. The monthly allowance for the next ten years has already been deducted anyway. It's just some mundane stuff, just let it go with the wind.]
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A moment later, Qi Shubai, who was cultivating in the quiet room, suddenly noticed the disciple token on his waist flickering. He remained in a cross-legged position with his eyes closed, sending only a wisp of his consciousness into the token, trying to see who was looking for him.
[Big Brother, something strange happened in the airspace...]
Ding Sangsang's voice came, summarizing the matter in a few simple sentences.
[Junior sister? I understand.]
Qi Shubai quickly opened his eyes, and the next moment, his figure disappeared from the quiet room and appeared out of thin air outside Yun Miao's courtyard.
Bang!
The defensive barrier that he had activated with his own hands today was now shattered by his own palm, making a sharp and crisp sound in the silent night.
The wooden door opened, and Qi Shubai hurried inside. He saw dense, overlapping layers of cursive calligraphy covering the tables, walls, and floor. Crimson blood and thick black ink covered every surface except the roof. The entire house was filled with a silent madness, a terrifying sight.
Yun Miao, who had been chatting and laughing with him not long ago, now fainted on the ground with a pale face and bleeding from all seven orifices. Judging from the ink and blood stains on her fingers and clothes, the madness and creepiness in the room were obviously her work.
If those disciples who were shouting "The airspace is haunted" in the airspace saw this scene, they would probably be frightened and scream and run away, and would be even more convinced that the airspace was haunted.
As the eldest senior brother of Xuantian Sect, Qi Shubai had seen many ups and downs over the years, so he wasn't frightened by this terrifying scene. However, as his spiritual sense penetrated into Yun Miao's body, he was shocked by Yun Miao's physical condition.
There was nothing wrong with other parts of his junior sister's body except her brain, which was severely injured. However, her purple palace actually opened!
The Zifu and Dantian are both innate body structures of human beings. These two places of ordinary people are in a closed state. The Dantian is three inches below the human navel and needs to be opened with spiritual energy before it can absorb energy and gather spiritual energy.
The Purple Palace is located below the eyebrows. It needs to be opened with a strong will in order to explore everything with the spiritual consciousness, so it is also called the Heavenly Eye.
And now Yun Miao is a young disciple who has just broken through the seventh level of the Qi Refining Stage. She can't even release spiritual energy, but for some reason she has opened the Purple Palace and has the ability to explore with the spiritual consciousness that only those in the Foundation Establishment Stage can have!
However, this was not a good thing for her, as her sea of consciousness was rioting, stirring up strong winds and huge waves that continuously impacted her purple palace, causing serious cracks in her purple palace.
This is exactly the same as the spiritual power riot in the Dantian. If the Dantian is damaged, the person may become disabled at the very least, or die at the worst. If the Zifu is damaged, the person may become demented at the very least, or die at the worst!
Qi Shubai's face was stern. He first helped the little junior sister to temporarily suppress the violent consciousness, then quickly picked her up, and while using his consciousness to send a message to his master and Uncle Tian, he flew to the medicine house in Danfeng at the fastest speed.
During this process, he could clearly feel that Yun Miao's spiritual consciousness was spreading out around like water waves, and the disciple's command at her waist was receiving her spiritual consciousness, which was constantly flashing like stars.
It seems that the strange message in the airspace was not sent through the divine thoughts stored in the disciple order, but was sent unconsciously by her while she was unconscious.
Fortunately, this strange message attracted everyone's attention, otherwise he didn't know how long it would take for them to realize that his junior sister was in danger.
The Medicine House, located halfway up Danfeng Mountain, is a small bamboo building nestled amidst ten thousand acres of sacred fields. Its back wall is covered in lush creepers, whose broad, dense leaves rustle in the night breeze. This is the residence of Tian Xin, the master of Danfeng Mountain.
Qi Shubai hurriedly walked in holding Yun Miao: "Uncle Master! Please save my little sister. Her purple palace suddenly opened for some reason, and her sea of consciousness is in chaos..."
Before he could finish, a creeper fell down, rolled up the cloud and sent it to the bamboo bed on the second floor.
Qi Shubai followed him upstairs. He recalled how lively and active his junior sister had been during the day, then looked at the young woman in green lying on the bed, her eyes closed, her breath barely catching, her clothes barely fitting. A trace of worry and shame crossed her elegant features.
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The next day, Yun Miao woke up and found that she had slept with the holographic helmet all night again. It was familiar, so this time she was not as panicked as last time. She just got up sadly, washed up, and ate breakfast without any appetite.
After two hours of dawdling, she finally put on her holographic helmet and logged back into the game with a heavy heart, waiting for the tragedy of having to reload the game.
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After entering the game, Yun Miao didn't receive a death notice. She simply felt powerless, her eyes closed as she lay in a place filled with the bitter aroma of medicine. Everything was pitch black, and she couldn't speak or move.
So she used her mind to open the system panel to see what was going on, and saw a series of negative buffs filling up her character status bar.
Weakness, blood loss, mental fatigue, exhaustion, confusion...
Just when Yun Miao was shocked that she woke up seriously ill, she suddenly heard the voices of her senior brother, master and Tian Laokou.
"It was my fault."
"How could this be your fault? Breaking through the Purple Mansion is solely related to the cultivator's mind, and won't cause disturbances in the external spiritual energy. Furthermore, the bloody smell in the room is completely blocked by the formation. Even if you were in the Nascent Soul stage, you would have to break through the formation beforehand to detect what's going on inside. So it's normal that you couldn't detect it."
"That's right. It's normal that you didn't notice it. If you had noticed it, then I would have taken you to the Law Enforcement Hall right now."
"Tian Laokou, when will my disciple wake up?"
"I don't know. We've done what we should do. Now it all depends on her own will. If she doesn't wake up today, she will never wake up. Even if she wakes up, there's a chance she'll become a fool. Brother, you have to be mentally prepared."
Yun Miao was confused: Who has the chance to become a fool? Could this be referring to her?
The next second, Yun Miao suddenly felt someone sitting next to her, touching her head with his hand, and then the sad voice of her master came into her ears.
"My poor disciple, I thought you had at least a hundred years to live, but I didn't expect that after only one day of being master and disciple, you... Hey, wake up quickly. The disciple-taking ceremony is about to begin, and I, Master, am still waiting to drink your apprenticeship tea."
"But if you wake up and become a fool, I think with your proud personality, you definitely can't bear it. It would be better for you to just sleep and never wake up. Don't worry, when the time comes, just sleep obediently in the coffin, and Master will definitely make it a grand occasion for you."
Yun Miao: ???!
Realizing that if she didn't wake up, she would really be rewound to the past, her weak and exhausted body suddenly gained a little strength.
Sect Leader Chang, who was still feeling sad, suddenly felt a pain in his jaw. He lowered his head and saw that Yun Miao had opened his dark eyes at some point, and his pale hands were grabbing his drooping beard, while a ghostly voice drifted into his ears.
"Master, I think... I can still be saved."
Sect Leader Chang was startled for a moment, then turned around in surprise: "Tian Laokou, Xiao Miao is awake!"
Qi Shubai walked quickly to the bedside, his eyes full of worry: "Junior Sister, you finally woke up."
A small, dark figure jumped onto the bamboo bed and rubbed Yun Miao's cheek. She tilted her head slightly to look over, and saw the little black wolf's quiet amber eyes, the middle pupil as black as ink, quietly reflecting her pale complexion.
Yun Miao stroked its furry head and said with surprise, "Reserve food, you're here too. I almost forgot about you after not seeing you for a few days."
The little black wolf let her rub his head, his amber eyes still staring into hers quietly, as if he had guessed that the so-called 'almost' was just a lie.
"Go away, go away, don't block the way." Tian Laokou unceremoniously pushed away the master, disciple and little wolf who were blocking the bed, then raised his hand and placed it on Yun Miao's brow while asking.
"Do you remember your name?"
Although Yun Miao didn't feel any pain, she could not fake the fatigue and heaviness all over her body. She was too listless to be naughty. Whenever Mr. Tian asked her a question, she would answer it obediently.
"Yun Miao."
"gender?"
"female."
"Parents' names?"
"He popped out of a crack in the rock, he has no father and no mother."
"Where do you live now?"
"I live in the bamboo forest on the main peak, next door to my senior brother."
"One plus one equals..."
"two."
"How many spirit stones are in the storage bag?"
"Ten low-grade spirit stones."
"Do you remember who I am?"
"Tian Laochu."
"No, I'm the master's junior apprentice. You should call me uncle."
"Uncle Master."
"Master Uncle risked his life to save you last night. He used a lot of high-quality elixirs to save your life and put your damaged purple palace back together. Do you think Master Uncle treats you well?"
"good."
Tian Laokou looked at the well-behaved and obedient girl lying on the bed, his face full of smiles, and he couldn't wait to rub his hands.
"Since the uncle is so kind to you, then why don't you just say, 'I am willing to give all my spirit stones to the best uncle in the sect'?"
Bang!
Before Mr. Tian could finish his words, Sect Leader Chang slapped him away with a palm. He fell down the stairs like a meatball and landed in the open alchemy furnace on the first floor.
The little black wolf that was originally lying beside Yun Miao's hand moved its ears, looked up at Master Chang, and then lay back down again.
From downstairs, Tian Laokou's angry voice could be heard: "Brother, the sect forbids fellow disciples from killing each other. I'm going to the Law Enforcement Hall to sue you!"
Sect Master Chang stroked his beard calmly, "The sect also prohibits bullying the weak and robbing property. If you refuse to accept, then we will go to the Law Enforcement Hall and see whether Junior Sister Yaoguang will beat me or you."
Then he looked at the weak Yun Miao on the bed with a loving expression and comforted her.
"My dear disciple, I'm glad you woke up. Don't worry. Just rest well and you'll be back to normal soon."
Qi Shubai also took a step forward and wanted to say something. At this moment, Ning Yu's voice sounded outside the medicine house, indicating that she had something to report.
Sect Master Chang invited Ning Yu in. Tian Laokou, who had been kicking his legs in the alchemy furnace, immediately bounced back from the first floor to the second floor like an agile ball, brushing off the black dust on his body and pretending to be nonchalant.
There was a creaking sound coming from the bamboo stairs. Yun Miao looked up and saw Ning Yu leading a nervous-looking girl up to the second floor.
The girl had a round face, large eyes, and was chubby. Besides her disciple token and storage bag, she also wore many other decorations around her waist, including a thumb-sized money tree, a golden abacus, and copper coins strung together with red string. But the most eye-catching item was the fist-sized golden toad pendant around her waist. It was shimmering with gold, heavy, and extremely eye-catching.
Because she had too many things hanging on her, the round-faced girl made a clanging sound when she walked, and every sound told of her desire to get rich.
Yun Miao looked at the girl whose whole body was covered with "Money comes, money comes, money comes from all directions" and had vaguely guessed her name.
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Author's words: Shang Mancang's eyes were filled with tears: Junior Sister Yun only told me that she hated copying books, I really didn't expect that she would hate it to the point of bleeding from all seven orifices! QAQ
Haha, Yun Miao’s last consciousness did not contain any fear of death, but was full of desire for revenge.
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[Note 1]: Except for the criticism of Lu Dajiao, the above content is all from the Tao Te Ching.
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