NOVPUBAnd as for the thoughts in the villagers’ hearts, which were not to be shared with outsiders, Wang Xu, as the Lizheng, was absolutely clear about them.
But he did not care.
In one of the few spacious courtyards of Wangxian Village.
He sat cross-legged under the fierce sun, enduring the harsh heat.
Wang Xu focused his five hearts towards the origin, following the method recorded in the Body Strengthening Scripture, repeatedly trying to mobilize the Spiritual Energy that he had never been able to sense.
After circulating it for forty-nine times.
He suddenly felt his body become lighter and stronger, his Qi and Blood surged, and he wasn’t tired at all.
Fortune favors the prepared mind; he quickly took out a neatly placed Spiritual Root Talisman from his clean garment and then applied it to his lower abdomen.
Blue smoke rose, yet not a single light flickered.
A feeling of defeat instantly arose in Wang Xu’s heart as he said to himself,
"It’s been over eight years, but the Strong Body Sutra still remains at Stage IX..."
"Could it be that what those immortals said is true? That I really have no chance of becoming an immortal?"
As these thoughts entered his mind, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of frustration.
Suddenly, he couldn’t resist taking out a round stone.
This was his secret.
He had accidentally cut his arm while digging the foundation and building the house, and after the blood dropped onto it, he unexpectedly formed a resonance with this stone.
He then discovered.
Though the stone appeared ordinary to others, in his eyes, there were faintly tiny figures continuously performing various strange and wondrous movements upon it.
These movements were very difficult, but having trained in martial arts from a young age, he quickly learned them.
After he mastered these movements, the tiny figures produced even more new movements.
The movements became increasingly difficult, and Wang Xu practiced diligently every day.
However, after practicing, Wang Xu didn’t feel anything special.
At most, his Qi and Blood seemed more vigorous, and he had more strength and appetite than ordinary people.
But compared to those immortals who could fly and summon clouds, he was still far behind.
"What use is this thing, exactly?"
Wang Xu caressed the smooth stone, his mind sinking into deep thought.
Just then.
A crisp and pleasant voice came from inside the house, 𝒏𝒐𝒗𝒑𝒖𝙗.𝒄𝒐𝒎
"Wang, why aren’t you responding to the call for dinner?"
As she spoke, a woman around twenty-eight years of age with her hair coiled up, lifted the door curtain from inside and glanced reproachfully at Wang Xu.
Seeing the stone in Wang Xu’s hand, she sighed in resignation and said, "You’re messing with your stone again..."
Then she gently touched her belly.
Seeing this figure, Wang Xu’s face couldn’t help but break into a smile, and he hurriedly put away the stone in his hand.
He then quickly walked up to the woman, gently embraced her, and said with a hint of reproach,
"How many times have I told you, you’re pregnant, you shouldn’t be cooking anymore, let Aunt Erluo do it..."
The woman shook her head and responded, "You don’t like what Aunt Erluo makes."
"If I can eat it, that’s enough, I’m not that picky."
Wang Xu lovingly held the woman’s tender hand and casually said,
"Did you call mother over?"
The woman immediately gave Wang Xu another disapproving look,
"Silly, wouldn’t I let mother know before eating?"
Looking at the woman’s lovely face, capable of both joy and reproach, Wang Xu felt that perhaps there was no happier moment in his life than now.
Governing a village of over a thousand people, even though he had to regularly submit ample resources to the immortals, as the head of the village, he had no worries about food and drink.
His mother was healthy and happy, and his wife was a gentle and virtuous lady well-versed in etiquette.
Had this been before the move, he would never in his life have expected to live like this.
And such an outcome, he owed to the Body Strengthening Scripture once bestowed by an immortal surnamed Wang.
"Though I have not condensed a Spiritual Root, practicing to Stage IX, my strength has seemingly surpassed those martial arts masters of Haitou County from before..."
"It’s just that the scripture indeed seems a bit exaggerated, claiming that to reach Stage IX it would take over two hundred years when it in fact requires only four to five years."
"It’s a pity, I can get my hands on regular Talismans, but the Cultivation Methods of the immortals are almost out of reach..."
Wang Xu inwardly shook his head.
He was about to walk into the house with his wife in his arms.
However, Wang Xu realized that his wife seemed to be rooted to the spot, as he was unable to pull her along.
He looked at her curiously.
But then he was struck dumb.
Fear crawled over his wife’s face as she looked into the distance.
Wang Xu instinctively turned to look.
In the distance, the sky.
Without a cloud in sight.
A line of figures in black, blocking the sunlight behind them, silently loomed above.
And at the moment he saw them, Wang Xu’s heart started pounding uncontrollably!
A feeling of impending disaster spontaneously arose!
Immediately, through the vision strengthened by the Body Strengthening Scripture,
In his terrified gaze,
The figures in black slowly raised their hands, and instantly, countless threads, as if a goddess scattering blossoms, shot downwards!
...
Whoosh!
Two piercing lights shot from behind towards the two instantly.
Wang Ba and Zhao Feng’s expressions changed slightly as they swiftly moved apart.
Zhao Feng raised his hand and two sword-lights rapidly deflected the incoming lights.
Immediately turning back, his expression turned grave as he looked behind him.
He saw a man with yellow hair wearing the standard robe of the Longevity Sect, his expression slightly puzzled, gazing at the two of them.
His aura was smooth and enduring, clearly a Golden pill completed cultivator just one step away from Nascent Soul.
Zhao Feng’s expression turned cold,
"Fellow Daoist, why did you strike at us?"
Seeing the sword-light unleashed by Zhao Feng, the yellow-haired middle-aged man’s face faltered, and his tone became hesitant and less certain,
