The Blade-Wielding Legend
Chapter 421 - 255: The Bizarre Enemy

Chapter 421: Chapter 255: The Bizarre Enemy

"Don’t provoke them?"

Li Yan shook his head and said coldly, "Now it seems that they have long had their eyes on this Taoist Temple, luring away the Mystical Sect disciples with evil techniques."

"What exactly is on the mountain that they’ve taken such pains to acquire?"

Feng Huazi hesitated for a moment before saying, "I suspect it is for the purpose of overturning the Jingling Acupoint."

"Overturning the Jingling Acupoint, it is said that Ge Xianweng once hid a treasure pill there, named the Dragon Tiger Pill, nourished by the Gang Qi of the Purple-gai Mountain Cave."

"However, this Jingling Acupoint is very strange. Although it has the reputation as the number one spiritual acupoint, it isn’t much different from an ordinary well, apart from the fact that its water is somewhat better for alchemy and the presence of cloud Qi steaming above."

"Since the chaos of the Western Jin, the Daoist Field was destroyed. Many have come to try their luck at the Jingling Acupoint, but no one has found the Elixir, until one person appeared."

"Who?"

"Ancestor Lu, Lu Dongbin!"

"Lu Dongbin attained Dao near what is now Zhuxi County, Yunyang Prefecture, where a snake transformed into a flood dragon in the Han River, causing the water to surge and countless deaths and injuries along its banks."

"Lu Dongbin, in a great fury, slew the dragon with the Pure Yang Sword, but the dragon, now a climate unto itself, had a soul that couldn’t be extinguished. Lu Dongbin thus walked on holding the Jiao Soul.

Passing by the Purple-gai Mountain Cave, and hearing about the treasure pill, he went up the mountain to investigate. Like Ge Xianweng, he directly overturned the Jingling Acupoint.

But he didn’t take the treasure pill; instead, he laughed three times, pressed the Jiao Soul into the Jingling Acupoint, and then cupped his hands towards Guan Ling, saying he troubled the Marquis of Han to suppress it."

"Afterward, he just drifted away."

"The story spread, and in the mouths of the common people, it became that a demon was suppressed in the Jingling Acupoint, but to this day, no one has seen it."

"The chaos in Dangyang County may well be for the Dragon Tiger Pill and that Jiao Soul."

Everyone, after hearing this, looked at each other.

Li Yan touched his chin, thoughtfully saying, "Although this story sounds bizarre, with so many demons and evils coveting it, there might be some truth in it."

"Daoist, please continue to review the materials. Elder, could you take me to see the Jingling Acupoint?"

"Of course."

Without further ado, Feng Huazi got up, taking Li Yan with him, while Wang Daoxuan and the others remained to look through the classics for clues.

After leaving, they saw the Captain Bureau’s men leading mountain dogs, diligently searching around the Taoist Temple and the surrounding forests.

Perhaps something could be found around the Taoist Temple infiltrated by others.

The Jingling Acupoint was located within the Taoist Temple, not far from the rear hall dedicated to Ge Xianweng.

The wellhead was a single large stone, polished smooth, like an inverted ceramic bowl, with the "bottom of the bowl" being the mouth of the well. Above it was built a pavilion to block falling leaves, with no well pulleys around.

"Greetings to the temple master."

A young Daoist was guarding by the well, who hurriedly bowed and saluted upon seeing the two.

"Have you noticed anything?"

"Reporting to my master, nothing unusual."

"Hmm, you can go back then."

After sending the disciple away, Feng Huazi shook his head and said, "I’m not afraid that Young Hero Li will laugh, but there used to be a pulley and well rope here. The Jingling Acupoint has a big reputation, and the curious pilgrims that come to the mountain often climb down the rope."

"A few years ago, a scholar died inside; it not only contaminated the well water, but his family also carried the coffin to the Taoist Temple to make trouble."

"In a fit of anger, I dismantled the pulley and well rope. Since someone died inside, the well water could not be used for alchemy anymore, so it has been largely ignored..."

Li Yan nodded and stepped forward to form the Yang Jue.

He took a deep breath, and an assortment of scents immediately filled his nostrils. Then he frowned slightly, perplexed, "It’s just an ordinary well, the Innate Astral Qi is nothing unusual."

Feng Huazi, the old Daoist, said with a wry smile, "Isn’t that the truth?"

"Many masters from past generations have come to explore, and the Divine Skills they possess are many and varied, some with the ability of Qi Observation, some with ears that hear the words of Ghost Gods, and even those adept at communication with God, but none have discovered anything."

"There was a Fengshui master from Ganzhou who came and observed the mountain’s Qi, saying Guan Ling, Yuquan Temple, and the Purple-gai Mountain Cave form a geomantic triangle. If the balance of the earth’s Qi is broken, something might be discovered."

"But who would dare to tamper with that?"

Li Yan was still not at ease, and requested an old Daoist bring a rope, tied it around the pavilion stone pillars, descended the well following the rope, and explored inside.

Similarly, he found nothing.

It was just a typical well, nothing special carved into the walls.

Only then did Li Yan give up completely.

Thinking about it, if the legend was true, that only Ge Xianweng and Lu Dongbin were able to open it in so many years, there must be some profound mystery.

His Daoist practices were still lacking in comparison.

"Young Hero Li."

Just out of the well, Households Commander Zheng came over, bowed, and said solemnly, "We have searched all over the Taoist Temple and its surroundings, and found nothing unusual."

Li Yan looked into the distance, "Have you checked the Zhushan Sect?"

Households Commander Zheng shook his head and said, "After all, it is a place of Magic Veins; without Young Hero Li’s order, it is not right for us to intrude and search."

Li Yan thoughtfully said, "Elder, how are your relations with the people of the Zhushan Sect?"

Feng Huazi shook his head and said, "Young Hero Li should know the relationship between Magic Veins and the orthodox. Although we greet each other when we meet, that is all there is to it."

"The main altar of the Zhushan Sect was originally in Zhushan, but that place has now been conquered by the Heavenly Saint Sect and Jing Chu refugees, and the mountain gate has been set aflame.

The Purple-gai Mountain Cave is likely to become the new main altar.

I should probably be more cautious..."

He spoke in an oblique manner, but Li Yan could understand the implication. A bit impatient, he shook his head and said, "At this point, who cares about those matters? Elder, please come with me and let’s have an open conversation."

The Zhushan Sect is different from the Taixuan Orthodox Sect.

The practices of Magic Veins can sometimes be unrestrained, even disrespectful, and he didn’t want another round of arguing wasting time.

"Well, I will accompany you."

Feng Huazi sighed and did not object.

Staying in the Purple-gai Mountain Cave, his identity was indeed awkward. Being too conspicuous would definitely provoke a backlash from the Zhushan Sect. Moreover, enjoying the art of alchemy, he kept a low profile, mostly in seclusion practicing.