Chapter 41 Mahayana Transit It was time to practice qigong to heal his injuries. Wei Wenxin didn't even ask his master where he was going. He just gave him some instructions and went back to his room to meditate. She has a secret to her body-building exercise. After getting injured, she can slowly heal herself through hard work to strengthen her body. As long as it is not an emergency, she will choose to do so. He entered this state of meditation for three days. When he opened the room, he saw no one there, so he made a pot of tea and drank it, then went back to his room to continue practicing. After half a month, the tired spirit beasts finally stopped. Seeing the master get off the car and start feeding the spirit beast, Wei Wenxin also got off to get some fresh air. But she saw a vast expanse of white ahead, which was the snow-capped mountains in the northern border, and the Piaoxue Sect Boundary Stone was right next to her. "Move aside." Wei Wenxin stood aside and saw his master take out four large basins, which were full of spiritual fruits of high grade.
Wei Wenxin reached out to touch one to try it out, but one of the spirit beasts immediately glared at her and then snorted. Obviously, this basin belongs to him. The master patted its head, said a few words to comfort it, and then took out a few more from the storage ring and stuffed them all at once to Wei Wenxin, with a helpless tone: "You have them too, don't grab them, ok?" Wei Wenxin pouted: "They eat better than me." Large chunks of deliciously cooked spirit beast meat, huge barrels of crystal clear high-level spirit rice, handfuls of nuts, and pots of fruits and vegetables. Finally, the master poured in two ounces of fragrant oil. The tableware alone filled the entire floor. The four spirit beasts ate in an increasingly annoying manner, smacking their lips and looking smug. "Master, look at them!" "Think about the friendship they showed you when you were a kid and they carried you around everywhere. Be more tolerant of them!" Seeing that both she and the spirit beast could be angry, Mingzhen Daozun found it very funny: "The four of them are not very smart and cannot transform, but they are fast and have great endurance. They have pulled the cart for me for most of their lives and brought me to see all over the world. In a few years, I'm afraid they won't be able to pull anymore. But what is a few meals worth?" There are many such spirit beasts in the world of cultivation. They are specially trained to do rough work such as pulling carts, and their intelligence is not very high. But there are not many people who raise animals as carefully as our master does. Usually, when they get old or sick, they are eliminated and replaced by young and strong ones. Wei Wenxin is a stay-at-home guy who almost always goes out for official business. He can ride on the sect's warships which are manned by a special person. She herself doesn't have a car, so naturally she doesn't have any spiritual beasts. "When I ascend, I'll leave this car to you. They may be stupid, but they're obedient." Wei Wenxin quickly refused: "No, I can't afford to raise them. I have to feed them Spirit Beast Pills every day, and you will feel bad. Besides, I may not even be able to afford Spirit Beast Pills." Taoist Master Mingzhen snorted and ignored her. The place where the two stopped was at the northernmost part of the Wanjian Sect, bordering the Piaoxue Sect. It is a very dangerous thing for a Mahayana cultivator to cross the border without reason, and all major forces are very wary of it.
It’s not that I can’t sneak over there, but it would be embarrassing if I was discovered. It would be fine if he was just an independent cultivator, but for someone like Mingzhen Daozun who has a sect, it is inevitable that he would be more particular in his behavior. After feeding the spirit beast, Wei Wenxin saw her master input some spiritual energy into the boundary stone. After that, he asked her to get in the car and wait patiently. "What kind of communication method is this?" The means of communication in the Qinghuan Realm are extremely limited. For short distances, sound transmission notes are used, and for long distances, letters are usually delivered by someone else. Young disciples often received the task of delivering letters for high-level monks. If an emergency occurs, high-level cultivators in the God Transformation Stage and the Mahayana Stage will usually transmit messages through a directional teleportation array. Wei Wenxin had also seen the directional teleportation array. It was very complicated and consumed a lot of spirit stones each time it was activated. It could only transmit small, light items such as letters. Due to the high cost, it is only built in various mountain gates and super large cities such as Wanjian City. This was Wei Wenxin's first time to cross the border privately with the Mahayana Master, so this was the first time she had seen this method of communication. "There are many boundary stones like this at the border of every faction. You don't think this is just an ordinary stone, do you?" Low-level cultivators don’t need this function. It’s not taught in the school, and the master never told her about it. How would she know? Wei Wenxin felt a little aggrieved. The barriers to cultivation in the world of cultivation are very obvious, and many of the so-called common sense of high-level cultivators are completely unknown to low-level cultivators. The disciples can see the boundary stones at the border of each faction at any time. If they want to complete missions or train across factions, they can do so without any hindrance. However, they did not expect that high-level cultivators would have so many restrictions. For the master, two hundred years might just be the time of seclusion, but for those disciples who could not break through the Jindan stage, it was the length of a lifetime. Most of the cultivators in the cultivation world, let alone knowing this, would probably never have the chance to see a Mahayana master in their lifetime. "Boundary stones of the same clan and origin are connected through the ground veins, and messages can be transmitted between them. I will input the visiting signal here, and after the Piaoxue Sect receives it, they will find a way to send cultivators to welcome me." "Then how do they know who is coming?" "There are a limited number of Mahayana masters. Each one has his or her own code. The length and interval of the spiritual power input represent different numbers. When they receive the message, they will know it is me." Knowing the basic information about the highest combat power of other sects is a must for every sect. Knowing it is her, they naturally know who to let take over. "If I encounter danger and send a distress signal through the boundary stone, will the sect be able to receive the message?" Taoist Master Mingzhen choked, and after a moment he said unhappily: "If you count on this when it comes to that, you will end up being beaten to death!" "Why?" Then the master ignored her. After a day and a night, someone from Piaoxue Sect came, and Wei Wenxin immediately understood. At this rate, the daylily should be cold by now. Instead of waiting for someone to rescue you, it’s better to fight to the death. You might even be able to kill the enemy. The man who came was wearing a green shirt and had a short beard. He had a warm smile. When they met, he bowed and called her fellow Taoist. When he saw that the master was bringing her with him, he politely called her young friend.
Just as Wei Wenxin was about to salute, he saw his master rolling his eyes: "I'm just going home, there's no outsider here, Third Uncle, you're so annoying!" The visitor was not angry. He replied, "There is no order without rules," and invited the two of them to ride on his flying mount, which was a snow eagle unique to the snowy mountains in the northern border. The snow eagle is extremely large, with thick fur, and it carries an exquisite building steadily on its back. Although it appears to be drafty on all sides, it is quite warm inside. Even if passing through strong winds, there is no feeling of shaking. Wei Wenxin had come to the North to do missions before, and he still remembered the cold he had endured at that time very clearly. He couldn't help but sigh to his master: "This pavilion is so exquisitely built!" Ming Zhen Dao Zun of Quanyong Xiaozhu had also seen her before, and knew her level. He also saw that she was playing with building models before, so he thought she must be very interested in it, so he comforted her: "Construction is a profound subject, and it won't be learned in a short time. When you advance to the Divine Transformation stage in the future, you can spend some time to learn it when you are bored. With your talent, it is not difficult." Uncle San also comforted him in a gentle voice: "You are still young! When you live to our age, you will know everything you need to know." After that, Uncle San handed over a storage bag: "First time seeing you, take it and play with it!" When going out with elders, receiving gifts is almost a basic procedure. Wei Wenxin took it with both hands and bowed respectfully, which made people happy when they saw it. After praising her sincerely, the uncle and nephew started chatting about family matters. He didn't avoid Wei Wenxin. After all, in terms of inheritance, she is equivalent to the granddaughter of Taoist Master Mingzhen. Definitely one of us. Unfortunately, Wei Wenxin didn't know most of the people and things they were talking about, so he just pricked up his ears and ate spiritual fruit on the side. Piaoxue Sect was built in the vast snow-capped mountains. The scenery along the way was extremely boring. After Wei Wenxin finished eating the spiritual fruit, she leaned against the window to look out, and she yawned continuously. Seeing that she was bored, Taoist Master Mingzhen simply sent her back to his own animal cart to rest. Thinking that this would make it easier for them to talk, Wei Wenxin did not refuse. "You are a diligent disciple." The animal cart had been following Xue Ying slowly. Seeing that she got on the car behind smoothly but did not choose to sleep, but concentrated on practicing, the Third Uncle began to praise Taoist Master Mingzhen. Daoist Master Mingzhen was very modest: "My talent is just so-so. If I don't work harder, when will I be able to ascend? I don't want to wait in the upper realm." Even though she was his niece, he served her tea as soon as she sat down. Hearing her say this, it seems that this rare iceberg snow top tea is not fragrant anymore. His niece is about to ascend to heaven, but he has only entered the Mahayana stage for two thousand years, and he doesn’t know how many years it will take for him to ascend to heaven. In the past few years, his parents and brothers would occasionally send him letters to scold him for not making progress, but over the past thousand years, they have given up on trying and no longer urge him to do anything. I always feel like I'm being contained. Seeing that his uncle ignored him and just lowered his eyes to drink tea, Taoist Master Mingzhen chuckled and started talking about other things.
(End of this chapter)