Taichu Yandao: Starting from the Villain

Lu Xuan entered into a state of meditation for the entire afternoon, until it got dark, when the cold and damp energy once again rushed into his eight extraordinary meridians.

"Oh..." Lu Xuan sighed and opened his eyes.

"Master, are you having dinner?" Zhao Rui hurriedly picked up a wooden spoon and scooped a bowl of hot soup and served it to him.

Although Lu Xuan could not completely fast, food was no longer his main means of obtaining energy. However, he could not refuse his disciple's kindness, so he took the bowl of soup with a smile.

The game was stewed for an entire afternoon, and it tasted unique when eaten now, especially the hot soup, which warmed people and refreshed them.

After dinner, Lu Xuan called Zhao Rui to his side and taught him the method of cultivation.

At first, Zhao Rui was full of interest, but when he really started to meditate, he felt very uncomfortable. He had many questions: "Master, do I have to sit cross-legged to practice?"

Lu Xuan shook his head and explained: "It is not necessary to sit cross-legged, but it is the basis of meditation. Only when the mind is calm can one feel the spiritual energy of heaven and earth."

Zhao Rui seemed to understand and asked again: "But if I sit cross-legged, my legs will go numb after a while. How can I feel the spiritual energy of heaven and earth then?"

"It is because of the numbness in your legs that you can gradually temper your character and subdue your restless heart." Lu Xuan laughed and said, "In fact, even if you sit naturally, your mind will be like a wild horse that has broken free from its reins, chaotic and disorderly."

"Then Master, let me try to sit down and practice." Zhao Ruihai looked mischievous.

Lu Xuan frowned slightly and wanted to scold him, but he saw that Zhao Rui had already sat down with his hands clasped at his dantian, looking very serious.

"I was too impatient!" Lu Xuan couldn't help but shook his head as he thought of himself back then.

However, not long after Zhao Rui sat down, he calmed down, and a weak vortex of spiritual energy surrounded his dantian.

"This is also possible!" Lu Xuan stood up suddenly, his face full of disbelief.

This level is the difference between having and not having. In other words, Zhao Rui can now be considered a cultivator.

After a full hour, Zhao Rui exhaled a breath and woke up from his meditation.

"Master, I seem to feel something."

Lu Xuan was delighted, but he said, "You are blessed. Under such circumstances, you have captured the mysterious spiritual energy. However, the path of cultivation is endless. Even my master said that he is still at the door. Remember not to be proud."

"Disciple understands." Zhao Rui raised his little face, obviously not meaning what he said.

"Don't be arrogant or impatient. I'm afraid you need to go through some things before you can understand!" Lu Xuan knew that his disciple might not be able to listen to him. He was also like this in the past.

The moon climbed high in the sky, and the island became even quieter. The two chatted for a while and then went to bed.

The temperature on the island was pleasant, and the two of them did not need any cover, and soon fell asleep.

Without the sound of the two people talking, the island suddenly fell into silence, like a still picture.

The dead silence continued until the second half of the night, when a loud thunder suddenly sounded.

The two were awakened from their sleep, but before they could react, there was a series of muffled thunders, as if it was a punishment from heaven.

"Crack...pop..." After the thunder, strange sounds were heard in the dense forest.

Lu Xuan looked closely and found that they were hailstones. At first they were only the size of peanuts, but soon they became as big as walnuts and covered the sky.

"Follow me closely and never leave the magic shield." Lu Xuan ordered.

Zhao Rui was filled with fear and grabbed the corner of Lu Xuan's clothes tightly.

In just half a cup of tea, the hail grew bigger and bigger, turning into fist-sized pieces again.

Lu Xuan quickly drew out the flying sword behind him, blocked it in front of him, and stared at the ice ball falling on their heads.

At first he was still able to remain calm, but soon he began to complain bitterly. With such a intensive outpouring, no matter how much magic power he had, it would not be enough.

Not long after, a half-person-high ice ball was thrown down from the side, creating a deep hole in the ground.

"No, we must find a place to hide!" Lu Xuan looked around and finally set his sights on the largest tree in the forest.

The tree blocked out the sun and its canopy stretched for miles. Its lush branches blocked all the hailstones.

Lu Xuan grabbed Zhao Rui and ran wildly. After half an incense stick of time, they finally arrived under the big tree.

However, Lu Xuan was still worried. He found a thick root, sent sword energy everywhere, and dug a tree hole half a person's height.

"You go in first." Lu Xuan ordered.

"Master, you..."

"Go in quickly, Master has a magic weapon, you don't have to worry." Lu Xuan looked stern.

Zhao Rui had never seen Lu Xuan angry. He pouted and crawled into the tree hole.

A huge stone fell from Lu Xuan's heart, and just as he was about to dig a tree hole for himself, the crackling sound gradually disappeared.

Not long after, everything returned to calm.

Although the hail stopped, the dark clouds in the sky did not dissipate, as if something even more terrifying was brewing.

A cold wind blew and snowflakes floated in the sky.

Lu Xuan's brows were twisted into knots. He was most afraid of this kind of weather at the moment. With the accumulation of cold air, he would turn into a zombie within ten days or half a month.

The sky gradually brightened, but the falling snow showed no sign of stopping, as if it would never stop.

"There are fruits on the broken branches. You can find some for breakfast." Lu Xuan gave the order, then sat cross-legged and began to refine the pill again.

He couldn't stand the cold and gloomy air, but at this moment he had no other choice but to force the issue.

Three days later.

The wind has stopped, but the snow has not stopped.

Lu Xuan's face was filled with worry and his face turned blue. He didn't know how long the snow would fall, but he knew that even if he gave up the Foundation Establishment Pill now, he would not be able to return to his master.

At this moment, the cold poison was getting worse and worse, and he was no longer able to control the flying sword.

Ten days later.

The wind and snow continued. Lu Xuan completed his last cycle and woke up from his meditation.

In his hand, there was a round and full pill, with no sign of its medicinal power being lost.

This foundation-building pill was already infinitely close to the mid-level mortal grade. After this time, it completed the transformation and entered the mid-level mortal grade.

However, Lu Xuan could not be happy. Instead, he looked worried and stared at the snow in a daze.

The snow has been falling for nearly twenty days, but there is no sign of stopping. The sky is filled with black clouds as dark as ink, and seem to be even thicker than before.

"Will I really become a zombie?" Lu Xuan looked at Zhao Rui who was not far away, then looked at the foundation-building pill in his hand, and thought: "Perhaps it is really as Uncle Master said, this trip is doomed to fail, and I have no chance of getting the foundation-building pill."

"Li Tongzhen and I are not from the island, but we used the island's willpower to refine the elixir. Li Tongzhen is dead, and I am afraid I can't escape the bad luck either."

"Zhao Rui seems suitable. He was born and raised on the island, and is a member of the royal family of Yan State. Perhaps he can bear those wishes."

"But there is only one foundation-building pill. Although my condition is poor, it is not completely impossible."

As Lu Xuan thought about it, as if by some magical power, he picked up the foundation-building pill and put it into his mouth.

"No!" Lu Xuan was shocked and quickly put down the pill.

"It's not that cultivators can't use their willpower, but it's hard to bear the desires mixed in it. I'm already a dying man, but I still cling to the elixir, hoping to break through to the foundation-building stage."

Lu Xuan's mind became clear, and he finally let go of his obsession. He turned to Zhao Rui and said, "Rui'er, come here."

"Master, you're awake." Zhao Rui said with a smile.

"I don't know if you can get through this test as your teacher. Now that you are awake, I have something to tell you in advance."

"Master, no..."

"Kneel down!" Lu Xuan's face changed.

Zhao Rui was afraid of making the other party unhappy, so he pouted and knelt on the ground.

"Inside this furnace is a foundation-building pill, a treasure for reaching the next realm. With it, a cultivator can break free from his own shackles and build the foundation for cultivation. And only after building the foundation can one truly be considered a cultivator."

"Then if Master takes the foundation-building pill, will the illness be cured?"

Lu Xuan smiled bitterly and said, "This is not a detoxifying pill. Whether you understand it or not, you must swear that you will never take this pill at any time. If possible, you must send it to the head of the Tianqing Sect in the future."

Zhao Rui's eyes welled up with tears, and he asked, "Didn't Master say that if we return to the sect, the Grandmaster will naturally find a way? When the snow stops, we will set off immediately."

Lu Xuan knew this simple and effective method, but the snow had been falling for more than half a month and there was no sign of stopping.

He sighed and said, "I'm telling you this just in case. When the snow stops, we will naturally return to the sect together."

"Don't be afraid, just swear as I say."

"Master, there will definitely not be any accidents..." Zhao Rui retorted.

However, before he could finish his words, Lu Xuan's face had already turned stern, and his purple-blue complexion looked extremely scary.

Zhao Rui saw that something was wrong and quickly changed his words: "I... swear, I will never take this pill at any time."

Lu Xuan shook his head and said, "It's not that simple. Not to mention that you are still young, whether you will remember it when you grow up, even if you are an adult, how many truths can you say behind your red mouth and white teeth? Even if you are ruthless and really swear, how many people can stand the test of time?"

"I want you to swear an oath, which you must abide by before you build your foundation."

"Everything is up to Master." Zhao Rui looked confused.

Lu Xuan nodded, took out a piece of talisman paper from his sleeve, and formed his fingers into a sword and started carving.

When everything was over, he pulled Zhao Rui's hand, exhaled the sword energy, and cut a hole. Blood gushed out from the fingertips, dripped into the talisman, and immediately disappeared.

In an instant, the talisman lit up, and red light flowed between the runes, as if there was a beating pulse.