Dao Equaling the Heavens
Chapter 329 - 210 Qingcang Will Die_2

Chapter 329: Chapter 210 Qingcang Will Die_2

Gu Wen’s eyes flashed with spirit light. With his current level of cultivation, he could see through bone structures at a glance, where the majority of them indeed appeared very ordinary.

Cultivators generally possess handsome and beautiful features, yet truly beautiful people are highly sought after, with their bone structure being a major reason.

Back to the matter at hand, Hee Huan glanced at the silent middle-aged man in hemp robes beside Gu Wen and said, "Is this the one you want me to take? He doesn’t seem to have much aptitude for cultivation."

"It’s fine, I will have the Yuqing Sect provide the bone refining and marrow washing. True Monarch need not hope extravagantly, using medicine to cultivate a Golden Core is still feasible."

"How generous, truly worthy of being the Yuqing Heavenly Venerate."

Hee Huan gave a thumbs up as Gu Wen asked, "What about you? Are you taking all of them?"

"I’ll only take one. The others have no cultivation aptitude, and for mortals, the outside world is no better than the Immortal Land. I will leave an incarnation here to take care of their passing; having a peaceful life is enough."

"When do you plan to venture out, Brother Gu?"

"Once it’s fulfilled."

"A hero indeed, Brother Gu!"

To reach fulfillment meant to become an Immortal; every Immortal inevitably achieves it. Yet, from mortal to the pinnacle of fulfillment, there had never been such a record in ancient times.

And once Gu Wen achieved this, his momentum might well rival that of the Qingcang Immortal.

Thinking of this, Hee Huan couldn’t help but be immensely excited.

Because of his relationship with Gu Wen, it would be enough for him to walk sideways in the Cultivation World in the future; this was his greatest gain in the Immortal Land.

What Daoist Foundation, Taoist Soldiers, Divine Medicine—none were as significant as his relationship with Gu Wen. Ever since Gu Wen became the leader of both lists among the Human Race, the sect treated him incredibly well; he held more influence than those True Monarchs and great powers.

Because everyone was convinced that Gu Wen could become an Immortal, he had an immortal friend who was not even a hundred years old.

The two drank until early morning, when the purple aura of dawn shone over the stone table in the courtyard.

Coming back to his senses, Hee Huan stood up and said, "Brother Gu, see you in the Cultivation World."

Watching Hee Huan and Jiang Fugui depart in the distance, Gu Wen returned to his hut and resumed his meditative cultivation.

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In the blink of an eye, another year passed, the Qi Sea Immortal Platform was tens of thousands of feet wide, and the Nine-Level Daoist Foundation was complete.

[Heavenly Marrow for three thousand years]

[Divine Jelly for four thousand years]

[Fulfillment, mountains as foundation, roads as steps, ascending the Immortal Path]

Gu Wen slowly opened his eyes, and the Immortal Sword placed in the center of the room slightly unsheathed itself, casting a cold light filling the room.

An aged voice came through, "You are several years faster than I anticipated, maybe another ten years and you will be fulfilled."

Gu Wen asked, "With fullness, can I surpass Jianmu?"

The Immortal Sword replied, "Difficult, even if Jianmu incarnates, you might still not win. The artifact of the Saint is beyond you and me. Besides, there are the Twelve Demon Ancestors’ incarnations; they are determined to exhaust Qingcang to death."

"What if I achieve the nine levels of the Immortal Skill?"

"That’s still not possible. You shouldn’t bet on that slim chance; you are more important than Qingcang."

The tone of the Immortal Sword softened and continued, "Qingcang isn’t desperate, if she’s willing to give up the Semi-Saint body, cut herself with a blade to become a mortal again, she would still be able to become an Immortal after another thousand years. But she has chosen to die, to prolong the existence of the Human Race. You should respect her choice."

"Besides, even if you could win, how would it matter? Jianmu has another Law; in the end, you would only be sacrificing yourself."

Gu Wen remained silent, closing his eyes again.

Now, he didn’t lack Heavenly Marrow; what he lacked was time, understanding many Cultivation Techniques didn’t mean mastering them.

And to enhance his strength, the dharma form was the most suitable now.

[Buddha, Tao, and Demon Sword dharma forms; a hundred feet for mastery, a thousand feet for fulfillment.]

[Spending three thousand years of Divine Jelly, Buddha, Tao, and Demon Sword dharma forms fulfilled.]

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Five years into the Xia Dynasty, the court delivered Spiritual Medicine every half-year, and the Spiritual Spring required Gu Wen to make a trip personally.

It was as if he had become the previous Lord Emperor; a third of the national expenditure each year went to transporting Spiritual Medicine to Gu Wen, yet he did not exhaust the resources of the people, thanks to the existence of the Five Spirits Valley; Daxia had not become a place of dire poverty.

Coming out of a meditative state, Gu Wen just opened his eyes when he heard some banging noises from the courtyard. Stepping out, he saw a great change outside; a "workshop" had appeared a hundred steps across the street.

Inside the open house, countless copper blocks floated in the air, fixed upon debut they were individual characters.

Approaching, Gu Wen saw a woman in white robes, her hands soaked in ink, meticulously working on something, her face streaked with dark marks that she didn’t bother to wipe off.

Seeing Gu Wen’s arrival, she lightly gestured in the air; the copper characters made way.

Gu Wen asked, "Master, what are you doing?"

Qingcang replied, "Disciple, previously you mentioned the movable type printing technique, and this woodblock printing too. I’ve tried them out, and generally speaking, woodblock printing is more practical."

She took out a Spiritual Energy-infused copper plate Magic Treasure, mana poured into it and the surface created rippling waves, eventually forming a poem.

"Spring River, Flower Moon Night."

This was the poem Gu Wen had recited to Yu Hua before, and it was her favorite.

"This Magic Treasure is a living woodblock print; by injecting mana, it can change its form."

"So, a cultivator is still needed in the end?"

"The capable bear more burdens; cultivators and mortals are both humans, this is just utilizing superior labor."

Qingcang seriously corrected, "Disciple, our clan does not inherit bloodlines; the majority of great powers in cultivation come from ordinary peasant families because of their abundance. The reason cultivators are reluctant to serve the populace is entirely a matter of systems and ideologies; an uneducated person is no different from a demon."

"Books are the foundation of education. By leaving behind a seed, perhaps a thousand years later, it will blossom across the lands of the Human Race."