Chapter 439 Initiation (Rasi Mountains 1)
Then, she frowned and continued, "If you can't cure it, then you can treat it together with my godfather; he is most skilled at treating difficult and complicated diseases, and his skills in setting bones and moving limbs are excellent. However, he can set the bones and tendons, but you have to prescribe the medicine, understand?"
Yu Cang, who came from the Jade Void Palace Medicine Pavilion, naturally knew about the famous history of the Dan Demon Emperor Mountain's center forward. She respectfully said, "I know, Lord Ji."
Then she manifested her Dharma body, extended her tongue to curl up Mao Han and placed it on her back, then sent it to an empty stone house to settle it.
In the fields by the Bitter Water Lake, seeds have already been sown. Every twenty rows of land, there is a water-gathering vessel placed there. This vessel can not only draw water from the lake, but also purify the water.
This magical artifact was developed by Ze Peng based on Ji Rong's suggestion, in collaboration with Yu Cang and Lü Yao. Otherwise, the grains and vegetables grown here would have a bitter taste, which would be quite unpleasant.
Downstream from Bitter Water Lake, there is a cluster of well-arranged stone houses, which is the gathering place of Shan Zhongfeng and the disciples of Xue Dan Fang. They even had Qing Guanzi inscribe the three blood-red characters "Xue Dan Zong" on the large rock at the very front.
Qingguanzi likes to live in caves, but the terrain around this Bitter Water Lake is slightly low, making it easy for water to accumulate and difficult to dig a cave, while the hillsides further away lack spiritual energy.
After he finished inscribing the words, he asked Shan Zhongfeng to build a wide stone path, several tens of feet long, for him to live in.
When Shan Wujian, the leader of the Blood Pill Sect, led his disciples to build a stone path for Qing Guanzi, he joined in, filling the gaps in the winding stone path with soil. He also went to a distant mountain to cut down some trees and build a roof. From a distance, the stone path looked like a protective wall of the Blood Pill Sect, surrounding the front.
Since he had only spoken up and had not paid or worked, Qing Guanzi was very satisfied with the newly built cave.
He merely praised the Blood Pill Sect for its abundance of talented individuals and its great potential, which delighted everyone in the sect. They were completely unaware that now that they were independent, it was appropriate for them to ask this wealthy old dragon for some compensation for their hard work.
Ji Rong spent two days circling Bitter Water Lake and two days staying in the Shoudao Palace, learning about the current development progress of the Bitter Water Lake and Mao Han's treatment plan. Then, she took Xiao Bai and the two mountain gods to pack their belongings and prepare to set off.
Upon learning this, Shan Zhongfeng and Shan Wu immediately requested an audience.
As soon as Shan Wuyi entered, he said, "Nephew, the Blood Pill Sect now has Senior Guan Shan guarding the gate, so Hu Shiba and Jiao Shiwu are no longer assigned to guard the gate. You can arrange for them to go elsewhere."
Shan Zhongfeng twisted his body and said, "Girl, are you going to be your own porter this time? Let Hu Shiba and Jiao Shiwu accompany you. They are used to gambling in Yuxu Palace. They are simple-minded but ruthless. It's perfect for them to do some rough work."
Ji Rong was organizing the provisions for the trip when he heard this. He immediately looked up and asked impatiently, "What's wrong with the two of them now?"
Shan Zhongfeng immediately stepped forward, took out many pills, and explained in detail how to use them, so that Ji Rong could put them into her storage ring one by one.
Ji Rong examined it closely, feeling a warmth in her heart. Her expression softened, and she said, "Godfather, please speak."
Shan Zhongfeng immediately sighed, "They're used to guarding the gate. They can't refine pills, and they're unwilling to do anything else. Not only do they corrupt the atmosphere of the Blood Pill Sect, but they also sleep in front of Senior Guanshan's cave every day, which is quite an eyesore."
"Daughter, since you're going out to survey the land, why not just point to a mountain and have them stay there to guard it? Wouldn't that be perfect?"
If Shan Zhongfeng hadn't mentioned it, Ji Rong wouldn't have remembered that she had also preached in the unloading workshop, so she nodded and said, "Alright, let them come with me."
"Also, tell Li Ke (Chapter 239, the bird cultivator) and Li San (the snake cultivator) to come with me. I taught them the methods at the Unloading Workshop, so I'm practically their half-master."
Unexpectedly, Shan Zhongfeng waved his hand repeatedly and said, "Daughter, they can refine pills, so we can't send them out."
"To give or not to give." Ji Rong turned her head and stared at Shan Zhongfeng, saying, "They are all butchers, and the first half of their lives they learned was the art of skinning people to survive. How could they really know how to refine any pills?"
Why not let them go out with me and try their luck? It would be better for them to spend their lives dealing with bloodshed.
Shan Zhongfeng wanted to argue, but Shan Wu advised, "Brother, my nephew is right. Their alchemy skills are not as good as yours, so keeping them is of little use."
With two in favor and one against, Ji Rong sat on Hu Shiwu's back, leading the three gods, one bird, and two serpent dragons towards the Laxi Mountains.
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The Laxi Mountains have a total of twenty-one peaks, each towering into the clouds, a true land of snow-capped peaks and lush greenery;
Even though Ji Rong and her party were still a thousand miles away from it, they could see that the mountain peaks were surrounded by patches of white.
The mountains are a mix of white and green;
Clusters of red and white flowers dot the foot of the mountain;
At first, Ji Rong thought the white was like snow or flowers.
Upon closer inspection, one realizes that the flowers resemble snow.
Pure power bursts forth here, but the spiritual energy in the air is almost nonexistent.
Ji Rong and the three deities were unharmed, but fifteen or fourteen people died just as they reached the foot of the Laxi Mountains.
A bloodthirsty desire rose in their eyes. Ji Rong thought to herself that since she needed to use them, it was also time to teach them the true "Spirit Refining Scripture" to break free from their dependence on essence blood.
She took out four sleeping pills specially made by the Mountain Peak and said, "I have already calculated that this place is extremely suitable for cultivation, and all four of you have the potential for sudden enlightenment."
"Quickly take one of these pills, and I will protect you."
In a place lacking spiritual energy, taking those obviously refined pills made by a mountain peak to seek a breakthrough would surely have earned a good beating from a cultivator surrounded by eighteen or four others.
But it was Ji Rong who spoke, and that made all the difference; the closed life in the unloading workshop was still vivid in his mind, as if it were yesterday; suddenly, fifteen or fourteen people took the medicine from Ji Rong's hands without the slightest hesitation and stuffed it into their mouths.
After taking the medicine, the four cultivators lay on the ground and fell into a deep sleep within ten breaths. Ji Rong hummed a little tune and stuffed two Qi-replenishing pills into each of their mouths. Then, she proudly said to Xiao Bai, "Mist, come."
Then, clouds and mist rose up. In the mist, Ji Rong activated the tree trunk, making the leaves grow to a giant size. Then, she brought out the leaf that recorded the "Refining Spirit Scripture" and slapped it on Hu Shiba's forehead.
After filming one scene after another, until the method was etched into their minds, Ji Rong finally withdrew the tree trunk, lay on the ground, ate the spiritual nectar and delicious fruit, and began to recover her spiritual energy.
The way of the world, when traced back to its origin, leads to the same destination through different paths; so-called unorthodox or heretical paths are merely the paths created by certain exceptionally gifted cultivators who refuse to succumb to fate under extreme circumstances.
Because these methods easily harm oneself and others, and are often not practiced to the end, they are despised by other practitioners:
Ultimately, the root cause lies in "profit." When profit is bestowed upon all things, all beings rejoice; but when profit is amassed for oneself, it is resented by the people.
Firstly, in terms of "weakness," the unorthodox path leading to the main road is often just a concept, and no practitioner has ever been able to traverse it. These unsuccessful examples have weakened the prestige of unorthodox paths, giving people the confidence that they "cannot amount to anything," and further intensifying everyone's contempt for them.
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