Chapter 7: Yo Yo White Deer with Fur Like Snow, Stepping Over My Peach Blossoms Across the Stone Bridge
Although Old Master Chen felt distressed about the money, he still knew what was important. He immediately ordered a plate of silver ingots, resembling snowflakes, to be brought out and personally offered them to Daoist Lingmen, earnestly pleading with him to accept them. He then busied himself with calling his servants to prepare a banquet.
Daoist Lingmen, seeing his eagerness, thought to himself, 'I might as well stay for another day or two to put these villagers at ease.'
'Besides, I need to leave that child a scroll of fist scripture and give him some pointers. If he is willing to work hard, it will be an Opportunity. If he isn't, it will be a good karma.'
Thinking this, he smiled and said, 'I will stay for a few days. If that evil Cultivator comes again, I will not let him go.'
Chen Qianliu returned to his room and did not come out, burying himself in Cultivation.
Night fell!
Everyone in the Chen Family Old Residence was asleep. The surroundings were silent, with only the occasional chirping of insects.
Chen Qianliu suddenly heard a faint 'bip-bop' sound outside the window, as if someone was tapping on the window frame.
He formed the Thunder and Fire Spell, thought for a moment, then switched to the Binding and Fixing Talisman arts. Just as he was about to make the first move against the person outside, he heard Daoist Lingmen's gentle voice call out, 'This humble Daoist Lingmen has come to present you with a fist scripture.'
Chen Qianliu was greatly surprised and pushed open the window.
A cool breeze blew in, and Daoist Lingmen was already standing in the room, smiling as he handed over a scroll and said, 'This is the Great Vehicle Myriad Flowers Fist scripture. It is divided into five levels of Cultivation. When Cultivated to its Peak, it can project internal Qi up to ten feet away, harming people invisibly from a distance.'
'Today, you threw bricks to distract the black-robed Daoist, allowing me to win the Daoist Magic battle. This is your reward.'
'I can only teach you the fist techniques for one night; from now on, you will have to rely on your own comprehension.'
Chen Qianliu was greatly disappointed. He was a Cultivator, after all. Why would he want to learn some fist techniques?
His face was blank, slightly dazed. Daoist Lingmen merely thought the child was overjoyed to the point of foolishness, and so he proceeded to impart all the principles of the Great Vehicle Myriad Flowers Fist.
As the sky began to lighten, just before dawn, Daoist Lingmen let out a soft exclamation, 'This humble Daoist departs!' In an instant, he vanished, and in the room, besides the fist scripture, there was also a plate of silver ingots, precisely those given by Old Master Chen.
In his previous life, Chen Qianliu desperately wanted to find a good Master but never succeeded. In this life, he was already acting out of desperation, yet he never expected that even someone of Daoist Lingmen's not-so-high Cultivation would look down on him.
Feeling dejected, he went to the kitchen for some food, then returned to his room and immediately fell asleep. By the time the sun was high in the sky, he had slept his fill and felt his body had recovered somewhat, so he sat in his room to Cultivate Qi again.
Three days later, a melodramatic event occurred that had also happened in his previous life.
Old Master Chen sent someone to inform him that his maidservant had been assigned to his second brother, leaving no room for refusal. He was only promised that he would get to choose first the next time the family bought maidservants.
Chen Qianliu's father was a local rich man with many children. In his previous life, he hadn't paid much attention to this son, even when he had the reputation of a child prodigy and was famous in the village. Now, back in this life, he had not yet distinguished himself and was unremarkable, so his father cared even less.
As an unregarded illegitimate son of the Chen family, everyone overlooked Chen Qianliu's existence, and no one considered that he was still young and should be looked after.
What did Chen Qianliu care about maidservants?
He only cared about Cultivation.
It was actually a good thing to not have annoying people coming and going in his room.
He immediately agreed, though his familial affection diminished somewhat.
Another seven or eight days passed.
Chen Qianliu finished his Cultivation Technique and mused to himself, 'There's no point in staying in the Chen family anymore. Moreover, mundane families have too many worries and trivial matters, which are not suitable for Cultivation. Previously, I had no choice, but now that I have Qi Refining First Level Cultivation, my Talisman art has greatly improved, and I've also practiced the Great Vehicle Myriad Flowers Fist scripture…'
'I should have found an Immortal place to Cultivate peacefully long ago. I don't have the good fortune to enter a proper Immortal School, but settling down in an Immortal Market is better than staying at home.'
'I remember a rumor from my previous life, that someone bought the legacy of the white emperor in Suiyang Immortal Market.'
'It is said that this person went to Suiyang Immortal Market and purchased a qingyu stone, intending to use it to refine jade Talismans. When he cut open the jade stone, he discovered that it contained a "white emperor dao discussion collection" and three Magic Treasures: a Flying Sword and two hooks.'
'The "white emperor dao discussion collection" was renowned, but it was not orthodox Daoist. It was a compilation of the life's Daoist Magic of a white snake who had achieved Dao, a secret Cultivation method for the Yao Race.'
'This white snake had Cultivated to the Spirit Embryo Realm Peak, almost entering the True Yang Realm. He was a veritable Great Cultivator of the Yao Race. The "white emperor dao discussion collection" he left behind, though not orthodox Daoist, contained over ten powerful Spells. The Flying Sword was the result of sixteen hundred years of his painstaking refinement; even among the Flying Swords that guard the various Schools of both the righteous and demonic paths, it was unique and incredibly powerful. The two Flying Hooks had an even more distinguished origin, being artifacts of an ancient water god, capable of controlling all rivers and lakes under heaven and binding various Magic Treasures.'
'Unfortunately, the person who obtained the treasures became too complacent and told a few friends about it. The news spread, and people came to his door, killing him and seizing the treasures. He died, and the "white emperor dao discussion collection" and the Flying Sword and two hooks vanished without a trace. No one knows into whose hands they fell, becoming a major unsolved mystery of that time.'
'When I heard this rumor, I was an odd-job worker in Yu Xian Sect. This incident had already happened twenty to thirty years ago. Now, calculating it, it should be happening in these next two or three years.'
As Chen Qianliu thought of this, he suddenly felt a little sad. He didn't have anything valuable on him. Even if he encountered such an Opportunity, would someone just give him a qingyu stone for free?
Moreover, there were countless qingyu stones in Suiyang Immortal Market. How could he pick the one containing the treasure? Unless he had a massive amount of Talisman money to buy all the qingyu stones in Suiyang Immortal Market for these few years, only then could he stumble upon the Opportunity.
After a moment of sadness, he thought again, 'There are still two or three years. I might still be able to raise my Cultivation level a bit more and gather enough Talisman money.'
'If I can be reborn, can there be a greater Opportunity than this?'
'Go, go, don't be discouraged. I must always be invigorated.'
A few days later, Chen Qianliu borrowed a wood-cutting knife, chopped a thick tree branch for a staff, took the ten-odd silver coins he had saved over the years, left even the plate of silver given by Daoist Lingmen in his room, and took nothing extra from the Chen family. He set off alone, drifting far away.
Suiyang Immortal Market was more than two thousand li away from Chen Family Village, and it would be extremely difficult for an ordinary child to travel there alone.
Although Chen Qianliu was only a seven or eight-year-old child, he was, after all, a Qi Refining Cultivator and proficient in Talisman arts. Even if there were more than ten ordinary adults, they would be no match for him.
He had lived three lives and had extensive travel experience. After leaving Chen Family Village, he was not in a hurry to travel. Instead, he searched in the wilderness for two days and finally encountered a white deer.
This white deer was dazed and foolish, and it did not run away even when it saw someone.
Chen Qianliu saw that this white deer was strong and healthy, and his heart was filled with joy. He took out a Talisman, pointed his hand from a distance, and shouted, 'Fix!'
The white deer fell in response!
Although he had only Cultivated the Talisman art to the first level, it was ineffective against those with some magical power, but it was effortless against an animal.
Chen Qianliu walked over and pressed the white deer's neck, drawing seventeen or eighteen Binding Talismans in a row.
This white deer was just an ordinary wild deer. How could it withstand such Immortal methods? The seventeen or eighteen Binding Talismans imprinted into its Sea of Consciousness, and it immediately became docile and stopped struggling.
Chen Qianliu chuckled softly, climbed onto the white deer's back, and shouted, 'Go!'
The white deer spread its four hooves. At first, it was a bit unsteady, its rear always twisting erratically, making for a very bumpy ride. But soon, with the enhancement of the Talismans, it became smooth, and after half a day of training, it had become a good steed.
With this white deer for transportation, he didn't have to walk himself, making the journey much lighter.
As the saying goes: Yo Yo White Deer with fur like snow, stepping over my peach blossoms across the stone bridge.
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