Daoist Master of Qing Xuan

Chapter 410: Exhale, Inhale

Chapter 410: Exhale, Inhale

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

That would be Mount Zhong’s Mountain God, Chen Beidou. Regardless of whether people knew him or not, that could not change the fact that he was the strongest deity.

Chen Beidou’s first gaze landed on Chen Jinchan, the latter felt that his gaze was indifferent, mixed with a slight bit of a baffled look. Then Chen Beidou turned his gaze to the Honourable Witch, and shook his head slowly.

Chen Jinchan barely had time to think, when Chen Beidou appeared about three feet away from the Honourable Witch. His stature was not really big and tall, nor did he show a posture of indomitable spirit, but Chen Jinchan’s astonishing spiritual senses told him that Chen Beidou stood more stable than the whole of Mount Zhong, even if the waves of the Ruoshui River lashed against Chen Beidou, the water will not displace him in the slightest!

Without unnecessary opening remarks, the cold voice of Chen Beidou drifted in the moonlight, “Fifteen years ago, you brought him to me, and I did not accept him. My decision is no different now.”

The Honourable Witch, as if having used the greatest courage, looked at Chen Beidou. His lips were thin, with a stiff nose, his facial lines akin to the cuts of a knife, looking closely one could see his determination, and nothing can waver him. But tonight the Honourable Witch seemed to be determined to waver his heart of steel, “A Qi cultivator came to the foot of the mountain. He has already seen the child. You are well aware of the significance of this child towards those who cultivate. He is a member of the Chen Village, deserving of your protection. Not to mention Afeng and Ayun are already dead, wouldn’t it be good if he becomes your new divine servant? I will pass my knowledge unto him, and you can teach him the Qi cultivation technique. This child is special, he will catch up to your footsteps, and can replace you as the guardian of the clan.”

Chen Beidou seemed indifferent, the Celestial Trapping Sword at his hands was intensely dark, even the moonlight was scared and flowed to some other place. With a piercing gaze that did not budge an inch, he told the Honourable Witch, “That Qi cultivator is here to look for me. I forgot to tell you, Afeng and Ayun died at the hands of his. If he wishes to have this kid, then let him have it. As for the people of Chen Village, they do not need to be protected any longer, the enemies are no longer here. I did not open the seals on all of you because when you all are young it could exist, but when you are stronger it would perish, and this is not my words but the words that white-haired old man, who told it to the forefathers of the whole Chen Village, you must have known. I solemnly guard the promise made to your grandfather, that I will always let two of the village people follow by my side, to gain knowledge and power, but as you can see, no one can ever live peacefully and die naturally of old age.”

A flash of stubbornness came over the soft expression of the Honourable Witch, who told Chen Beidou, “That was my grandfather, and also your father, uncle why did you become so heartless? Now I am finally convinced, even if I die, you won’t do much as wrinkle an eyebrow.”

In response to her question, Chen Beidou plainly replied, “If we are talking about blood relation, then the blood that flows within me is no longer the same with you. Moreover, when you were young, you treated me not just with the closeness of a family, I was your first fantasy during your teen years. That time you did not think of me as an uncle.”

His expression and mood did not change in the slightest after he said that, as if it were something trivial and not worthy of being mentioned, but his words cut deeper than a knife. Because what he said was the Honourable Witch’s true emotions deep down, and were of a revolting nature. Even if the people of Chen Village had been intermarrying for generations, but they would have never allowed a relationship between people who had such closeness in their blood as Chen Beidou and the Honourable Witch.

Chen Jinchan could only curse that he was born with ears, and at this point he did not dare to exhale and take a breather, afraid to attract the attention of the both of them. He even did not have spare time to care about why he was so special according to the words of the Honourable Witch.

The Honourable Witch was not ashamed into anger but merely said, “I will leave him here. Do with him what you wish.” She took out a crystal ball, and placed it on his hands saying, “Everything I know is inside, you yourself must learn the knowledge within. Even if old Mountain God does not keep you here, you need not return to Chen Village anymore, because if one Qi cultivator found you, then a second Qi cultivator will find you too. Chen Village cannot protect you anymore.”

With that, the Honourable Witch abruptly left. After being brought here, Chen Jinchan suddenly felt that these two people were certainly the closest of all, both had extraordinary determination and stubbornness.

But he felt awkward staying here, not knowing what to do.

Chen Beidou did not look at him and entered the temple in a flash, locking the main door tight. From the looks of it, Chen Jinchan need not think about getting lessons from the Mountain God, as even if he wanted to enter the temple and obtain shelter from the freezing cold seemed like an impossibility.

Fortunately, he was used to the days of living under someone’s charity, and always maintained a calm heart.

It was cold outside the temple, the floating snow dissolving under the moonlight, bringing with it endless cold, like a knife cutting bone. Chen Jinchan suffered quite a bit, so he held the crystal ball in his hands.

His intriguing sensing abilities and the crystal ball had a natural affinity for each other. Inside the crystal ball were endless astonishing words, like fishes swimming about. He even saw countless drawings, the nooks and crannies of Mount Zhong, places he visited and places he had not seen before.

Chen Jinchan’s mind was fully immersed in the crystal ball, and he quickly forgot the feeling of being cold. All the words entered his thoughts, enabling him to understand the meanings of many characters. Even regarding Shen Lian’s name and the meaning of the two words, he gained an even deeper understanding of them.

Having remembered Shen Lian, a thought sprouted up. Since the crystal ball could show many places, could it show him Shen Lian’s location?

The moment the thought formed, he really did see Shen Lian, who was lying down on a huge boulder, exhaling and inhaling, with no bugs near him, and was not far from the Ruoshui River. Chen Jinchan felt a special frequency that appeared to be no different to the frequency of Shen Lian’s breathing.

Chen Jinchan did not know why he could feel Shen Lian’s breathing through a mere screen. He did not notice that his own body, his breathing, was on the same frequency as that of Shen Lian. It has been said that during the path of cultivation, the first thing one has to grasp is that of breathing.

Exhale, inhale. The actions comprised of some kind of mystery to the answer to life and universe.

Chen Jinchan slowly felt as if his body was immersed in lukewarm water, very comfortable. All his limbs and bones created heat, traveling to all openings in his body. From the outside, it could be seen that throughout his body there appeared over three hundred light points. The darkness combined with the sky full of constellations, the magnificent moon, and the power of the stars, as well as Mount Zhong’s Qi of vitality, successively flowed into his body.

Inside the temple, Chen Beidou’s eyes lit, then dozed off, and softly caressed the Celestial Trapping Sword. Just like that, the night passed.

When the day came, Chen Jinchan felt some sort of refreshing feeling. He received much knowledge and understood many principles. More importantly, it was as though he had been reborn from that one night, by just moving his toe he could jump up to thirty feet high, gliding through a distance that was neither far nor near. When his body soared up to the air, the heat naturally filled his limbs and bones, and made his body as light as if it was devoid of content.