Only at the Mahayana Stage Does the Reversal System Appear - Chapter 551

Chapter 549: Modifying the Kung Fu Methods

. Taoist Huiming thought Jiang Li was being delusional: “Think carefully, fellow Daoist. The upper limit of your Five Elements spiritual roots is locked. You’ll spend your entire life lingering in the Qi Condensation Stage, unable to establish a foundation.”

Taoist Huiming was kindly warning him. If Jiang Li taught Wen Qing’er, but Wen Qing’er couldn’t even break through the Qi Condensation Stage, word would spread that Jiang Li, a master who had pioneered new realms, would tarnish his reputation.

“It’s no problem. I’ve seen many who reached the Fusion Stage through cultivating their Five Elements spiritual roots.”

“This is the Spiritual Qi Diagram. Use it to draw Qi into your body. Once you reach the third level of Qi Condensation, we’ll begin the next stage.”

With Jiang Li’s hands-on instruction, Wen Qing’er quickly drew Qi into her body and reached the first level of Qi Condensation.

“What technique is Wen Quan practicing?” Jiang Li asked casually.

“It’s this, the Taixu Sutra, left behind by a senior who ascended to the immortal realm. It can be cultivated to the Earth Immortal Stage, perfectly suited to Wen Quan’s talent.”

Taoist Huiming handed the Taixu Sutra to Jiang Li, unconcerned about his selfish motives.

He could tell Jiang Li was a righteous cultivator, even more righteous than himself. For such a person, Taoist Huiming had nothing but admiration.

“It’s well written, but this technique doesn’t seem to suit Wen Quan?” Jiang Li discovered many areas in the Taixu Sutra that could be modified. With a few tweaks, it would be even more suitable for Wen Quan. “

Fellow Daoist, you’re joking. This is the best technique in our sect, and the most suitable. There’s no way there could be a better one.”

“Why must the practitioner adapt to the technique, rather than the technique adapting to the practitioner? Why don’t you modify the technique?” Taoist

Huiming opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

He had been cultivating for so long, and the technique had always selected the practitioner. This was the first time he had heard of a technique being modified for a practitioner.

“Do you mind if I make a few minor revisions?”

“Please.”

After receiving permission, Jiang Li scribbled on the original technique, quickly completing it. “Fellow Daoist, take a look. Have I missed anything?”

Taoist Huiming scanned the technique, his soul trembling. Just a few minor revisions elevated the technique to a new level.

Not only could he not do it, even his immortal master couldn’t do it.

Fellow Daoist Jiang Li knew the technique better than its creator.

“The Taixu Sutra is excellent and has great potential. I don’t know Wen Quan well enough to make large-scale revisions. Once I understand more, I’ll revise the Taixu Sutra. You guys just practice it for now,” Jiang Li said modestly.

Taoist Huiming felt that Jiang Li, at the Mahayana stage, was not aiming for an Earthly Immortal, but a Hunyuan Wuji Immortal.

How terrifying.

Bang, bang, bang—

there was a knock on the door. Wen Quan turned around and looked at the door warily.

“Hello, your takeout is here.”

“It’s mine,” Jiang Li said, opening the door.

“Your world has a lot of food I’ve never seen before, and it’s quite novel,” Jiang Li said.

“Would you like to eat some?”

“Thank you for your kindness, Senior. Master said I’m in a critical period of cultivation and need to strictly control my diet.”

“I need to keep my weight in check, so I can’t afford late-night snacks.”

Wen Quan and her brother declined Jiang Li’s offer.

Jiang Li could only happily enjoy the meal alone.

“I have a filming tomorrow, so I’m going to bed first.” Wen Qing’er yawned. She was so exhausted today that even a cultivator at the first level of Qi training couldn’t resist the drowsiness.

“Go to sleep! Before you learn to meditate, sleep is the fastest way to restore your energy.”

“I’m going to sleep too.” Under the watchful gaze of Taoist Huiming, Wen Quan was forced to go to bed of his own accord.

Wen Quan usually went to bed after midnight, but since accepting Taoist Huiming as his master, he could only go to bed at ten o’clock, and he wasn’t allowed to use his phone in bed.

Jiang Li stood on the balcony, took a sip of hawthorn juice, and made a satisfied sound. He turned and asked, “What’s the matter? Do you have something you want to ask me?”

Taoist Huiming hesitated, unable to answer for a long time.

Jiang Li smiled and said, “Fellow Daoist, you sent the brother and sister away. Don’t you have something you want to ask them that you don’t want them to know?”

Seeing Jiang Li’s words, Taoist Huiming steeled his resolve and asked, “Fellow Daoist Jiang, in your travels throughout the myriad realms, have you ever seen any immortal-level creatures attack our world?”

Jiang Li’s smile faded. “There’s no need to travel the myriad realms. We in the Nine Provinces have encountered such monsters dozens of times, resulting in countless casualties.”

“Then, Fellow Daoist Jiang, do you know the origins of these monsters?”

“I’m afraid you already have the answer to this question, but you’re just afraid to believe it. Otherwise, you wouldn’t ask it in this way.”

Taoist Huiming remained silent. Indeed, seeing the faces of the two immortals and hearing Jiang Li’s statement about the broken ladder to immortality, it was easy to deduce the truth.

With a hint of bitterness, he asked, “Is it the civil unrest in the immortal realm that has affected us?”

“To be precise, the entire immortal realm.”

“The Heavenly Dao has developed intelligence and intends to destroy the myriad realms, including Jingyu World and the Nine Provinces World.”

Taoist Huiming was stunned. He had overestimated the disaster and hadn’t anticipated the involvement of such a high-level being as the “Heavenly Dao.”

This was too hopeless.

“Even after knowing the truth, Fellow Daoist Jiang remains so optimistic. I admire him.” Taoist Huiming noticed that Jiang Li showed no sign of worry. He continued to eat and drink, his movements showing no sign of stagnation.

This was a sign of indifference.

“If I were to say that I, a Mahayana cultivator, am even stronger than the Heavenly Dao, would you believe me?”

Taoist Huiming shook his head firmly.

Jiang Li chuckled and said without further explanation, “You’ll believe it later.”

This thing was impossible to explain. Was he going to randomly pick two lucky worlds and collide them to prove his strength?

…

“Sister, I’ll go to the set with you.” Wen Quan, still feeling a pang of fear as she recalled yesterday’s events.

Wen Qing’er couldn’t persuade her brother to go, so she had to let him go.

“I’ll go too,” Jiang Li thought, finding it amusing, and followed behind.

Wen Qing’er had no choice but to take the two of them and the ghost to watch her filming.

…

“Wen Qing’er, why are you still here? Hurry and change your costume,” the director urged.

It was the executive director who had asked Wen Qing’er to accompany him for drinks yesterday, and it was the director who urged her.

“What’s wrong with the director today? He doesn’t seem to be in a good mood,” Wen Qing’er whispered to the makeup artist.

“An actor had an accident this morning. Although his role wasn’t big, it was crucial to the whole show. Without him, we can’t film today. Waiting a whole day means a whole day’s worth of location fees. Fortunately, this actor hasn’t appeared on camera yet. The director wants to find a replacement, but hasn’t found a suitable one yet.”

The makeup artist complained that the director asked her to apply makeup to the actor when they didn’t even know if the scene would be filmed today. If the scene couldn’t be filmed, wouldn’t she have to remove the makeup again?

Wen Qing’er uttered an “oh. “

The director looked around, and suddenly his eyes lit up, thinking he had found a suitable replacement actor.

“What’s your name?”

“Jiang Li.”

“Would you like to play the emperor?”

“I’ll consider it.”

(End of this chapter)