Chapter 75: Chapter 74: Acquiring Divine Techniques! Conflict, Encounter with the Prince!
"Tread on Lotus Divine Foot Technique!"
As Chang Qing unravelled the scriptures, numerous Buddhist texts emerged in his consciousness, arranged horizontally and vertically.
These scriptures, rich in mystical dao rhyme, far surpass the Celestial Tier secret techniques Chang Qing had studied.
"Divine Technique? What’s the difference compared to secret techniques?"
Chang Qing’s face showed bewilderment as he continued to read.
This Divine Technique is divided into three realms: Shrink the Ground, Tread on Lotus, and The Other Shore.
Shrink the Ground—turns vast lands into inches beneath one’s feet, with each step, mountains and rivers shift.
Tread on Lotus—walking on the sky, every step brings forth lotus, a place where gods and immortals find it difficult to break through.
The Other Shore—within one step lies Buddhist lands, beyond one step is the edge of the sky.
"How powerful!"
After a simple review, Chang Qing couldn’t help but show a look of astonishment.
He had never encountered anything from the cultivation world and didn’t know what a Divine Technique represented.
But in his opinion, this Tread on Lotus Divine Foot Technique definitely surpassed the sword technique learned from Erniu.
Not to mention the complete Divine Technique, even a small realm within this technique is extraordinarily mystical.
The first form, Shrink the Ground, focuses on speed; the second form, Tread on Lotus, focuses on defense; the third form, The Other Shore, focuses on attack.
Just one Divine Technique integrates attack, defense, and speed—Chang Qing, who didn’t understand cultivation, could see the prowess of this art.
"The lotus flower given by the teacher revealed a Divine Technique on the compass."
"There are still seven vacant slots on the compass, could it mean there are seven other Divine Techniques?"
Thinking of this, Chang Qing’s eyes brightened, his heart pounding intensely.
It seems he needs to pay more attention to Buddhism in the future; maybe there will be news in this regard.
But there’s no rush—this Divine Technique is already sufficient for his current stage.
...
The carriage sped along, getting closer to the location of the Little Immortal Sect.
However, Chang Qing was quite relaxed, deeply absorbed in cultivating the Divine Foot Technique.
Although just acquired, he already had some insights into the Shrinking Earth into Inches Divine Techniques.
However, due to the current circumstances, he couldn’t experiment and had to constantly simulate it in his mind.
"Neigh!"
Just as Chang Qing closed his eyes to comprehend, the speeding carriage suddenly stopped.
"Are you blind? Do you want to die?"
The rebuking voice from outside made Chang Qing pause, and he quickly jumped off the carriage.
Outside the carriage.
They were now very close to the Little Immortal Sect.
This initially uninhabited area was now suddenly crowded with people from all directions.
Without exception, these people carried an aura of confidence, dressed in splendid clothes.
Blocking Uncle Fu’s carriage was a gorgeous carriage.
The carriage body was crafted from unusual purple-gold wood, with a roof covered in luxurious brocade, and dazzling pearls adorning its corners, marking its nobility and renegade style.
Compared to this carriage, Chang Qing and his companions’ carriage looked quite worn and shabby.
The conflict arose when they were passing an intersection; the other carriage’s speed was too fast, almost causing a collision.
"Move away! Don’t dirty my young master’s sedan!"
A middle-aged man with a whip shouted angrily from the luxurious carriage.
"What?"
Uncle Fu’s eyes instantly turned cold.
For all these years, never has anyone dared to speak to him like this.
"What’s the matter, old age affecting your eyesight, are you deaf too!"
The middle-aged man’s eyes widened angrily, followed by another rebuke.
If it weren’t for the prohibition on flying within a hundred miles of the Little Immortal Sect, he would have brought the Prince there already.
The bumpy journey filled him with rage.
Now, facing an oblivious old man, he could barely contain his urge to act.
"Deaf and blind?"
Just having alighted, Xuan Qingzi’s eyelids twitched upon hearing, glancing strangely at the man on the carriage.
To dare to speak such words to a Great Saint, this man seems to be at the end of his rope.
But upon seeing the peculiar purple-gold patterns on the carriage, his face showed a trace of surprise.
"The prince from the Zixiao Country, which one is here?"
Originally, Xuan Qingzi was surprised; after all, those bold enough to come to the Little Immortal Sect are not mere heroes.
For such a trivial matter to escalate into a conflict, aren’t they afraid of hitting a stone wall?
However, upon seeing it was a prince from the Zixiao Country, he immediately understood.
Among the five regions and ten countries of Cangyan Continent, these ten nations are of ruler level, even the apex sacred lands dare not provoke them.
If ordinary folks see it’s a prince from Zixiao Country, they would surely retreat.
But unfortunately...
The people from Zixiao Country are not fortunate; they struck the hardest iron wall in the southern region.
...
"Ha, the old man won’t back down today, what will you do about it?"
Butler Fu laughed in frustration, squinting his eyes at the opponent.
"How bold!"
The man shouted angrily, raising the whip in his hand ready to strike.
But at this moment, two voices sounded at the same time.
"Stop!"
"Stop!"
Su Changqing jumped down from the tattered carriage, while a young lad disembarked from the luxurious carriage opposite.
The lad was elegant and noble, dressed in a purple-gold robe, looking at Su Changqing and the others.
"Your people have quite a temper."
Su Changqing frowned slightly and looked at the man.
"Presumptuous! Do you know who you have offended..."
The man’s eyes turned cold upon hearing, just about to say something.
"Ada."
The young lad’s calm voice rang out, and the man immediately shut his mouth, only glaring at Su Changqing and the others.
And the young lad ’Zhou Yu’ began to assess the three people in front of him.
An elderly man coughing, seemingly ordinary, but the two younger ones had quite extraordinary demeanor.
One was wearing coarse clothes, looking somewhat shabby, yet that scholarly elegance and dignified stance revealed him as an exceptional scholar.
The other, a Daoist, though silent upon alighting, had a calm aura carrying the demeanor of a high being.
"Ada, apologize."
After observing, Zhou Yu spoke calmly.
He was the third prince of Zixiao Country, and his trip to the Little Immortal Sect was merely to expand his network and build his team.
The position of crown prince in Zixiao Country was not yet decided; he needed to maximize his advantages.
These two looked extraordinary at a glance, certainly not worth offending over small matters.
Moreover, these seemed to be cultivators with little resources; why not try to recruit them?
In a brief moment, Zhou Yu’s mind was racing.
"This..."
The middle-aged man showed a hint of confusion, but then bowed and said, "I was quite reckless earlier, apologies."
Su Changqing observed with slight relaxation; he wasn’t the kind to hold grudges. Since the apology was made, that was enough.
"Let’s go, Butler Fu."
Seeing the matter resolved, Su Changqing was about to turn and get onto the horse.
Butler Fu gave the man a couple of glances, snorted disdainfully, and was about to leave.
If the young master wasn’t here, he would’ve killed this coachman!
But then, Zhou Yu chuckled lightly and said, "Since we meet by chance, it must be fate."
"Where are you headed from? Are you going to the Little Immortal Sect?"
Su Changqing was taken aback, realizing the other party’s intention to make connections.
Since the other party was courteous, he felt it inappropriate to respond coldly, so he chuckled and said,
"We reside in Cyan Mountain Village, and this trip is specifically to seek the path of immortality."
Cyan Mountain Village?
Zhou Yu was momentarily stunned. He pondered many of their possible origins, but never expected it to be... a village?
"I see your scholarly demeanor, have you studied under a famous teacher?"
Zhou Yu’s tone instinctively became somewhat indifferent but still asked.
"Famous teacher?"
Su Changqing heard this and smiled wryly, "Ashamed to say, I only studied for two years under a failed scholar."
Failed scholar?
Zhou Yu was stunned again. Su Changqing’s responses caught him off guard each time.
Village... failed scholar, these were things he had never encountered.
What use would such people be to recruit?
Zhou Yu’s mouth twitched, turning to look at Xuan Qingzi, he asked aloud:
"Where do you come from? I observe that the Daoist’s demeanor is extraordinary, so I presume your origin is not ordinary?"
Xuan Qingzi raised an eyebrow, seemed to hold a teasing look in his eyes, shrugged, and said, "My sect declined, leaving only me."
"I am both the sect leader and the disciple, coming this time merely to find a sect to survive."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Yu suddenly felt three black lines on his forehead.
He thought he had encountered some prodigies, worthy of recruiting, only to find they were a group of beggars struggling to get enough food!
And he had made his men apologize to a sickly old man!
"Bad luck!"
Zhou Yu cursed inwardly, his attitude and tone changed drastically, and he directly returned to the carriage.
He glanced at Su Changqing, speaking coldly:
"Watch over your old servant, let him run slower, otherwise, you really don’t know who you might offend!"
"Ada, let’s go!"