I have been a saint in the world for three thousand years

As long as one is a disciple who becomes a disciple of the Taoist priest, everyone can go to the Cangwu Pavilion to receive a secret manual of martial arts and mental skills that suits him or her.

Although Yan Xiu might not necessarily be impressed, he still went for it with the idea that it is better to have many skills. In the end, he chose a body movement technique called Yunlong Sanzhe.

After mastering this method, one can move away and change one's body to be as graceful as a startled wild goose, or leap high up to be as agile as a swimming dragon. When the strength is about to run out, one can take a step in the air without the help of any objects, and immediately rise up to 20 or 30 feet by circling.

As for the mental method, Yan Xiu went around the Cangwu Pavilion from bottom to top but still didn't find anything that interested him, so he just picked out a book on health-preserving skills for longevity.

For ordinary warriors, they can only practice one mental method. If they practice two at the same time, the two internal forces will collide with each other and cause the true qi to flow backwards. In the mildest case, their meridians will be broken and they will become disabled. In the worst case, they will walk into the fire demon and die suddenly on the spot.

But Yan Xiu was practicing the art of cultivating immortals, so such a small matter was naturally no problem for him.

Within just two months after obtaining the two secret books, he had completely comprehended them and achieved great success.

...

In the blink of an eye, it’s the winter solstice.

The mountain was blocked by heavy snow, and the heavy snow fell like catkins. The whole world was covered with snow. The buildings of Fuzhen Temple were covered with snow, but the temple was bustling with activity and filled with fragrance.

It was the middle of winter, the time when every household was eating rice dumplings. However, Yan Xiu, dressed in a single layer of clothing, was sitting cross-legged on a huge rock on the top of the mountain, with a thick layer of snow on his head and shoulders.

After completing the second level of the Purple Mansion Immortal Scripture, his life span was extended to more than two hundred years, and his five senses were greatly enhanced. Even if they were a hundred meters apart, some subtle changes could not escape his eyes.

There were several disciples sweeping snow on the stairs leading to the foot of the mountain, roe deer carefully treading on the snow to find food in the bamboo forest, and disciples whispering in groups of three or two in the temple. All of this was extremely clear to the ears.

He likes this kind of view where he can see all the mountains.

His tightly closed eyes slowly opened, and an invisible energy spread out from his body to the surroundings, and all the snowflakes in the sky evaporated within a few inches of his body.

Yan Xiu pushed out with one palm, and visible true energy swept out and rushed towards the pine and cypress trees three meters away. The energy immediately passed through his body, and the pine and cypress trees shook violently and fell down with a teeth-grinding sound. The thick layer of snow piled on the branches also fell down.

"The Qi Hai Na Gong has been accomplished."

Yan Xiu withdrew his hand and let out a breath.

Now he has reached the sixth level of Bone Tempering Realm, which is the top level among all the disciples in the temple. Even though he is the eldest senior brother and they are almost at the same level, Yan Xiu is confident that he can defeat him within three moves if they really fight.

All of this stems from the confidence that the Purple Mansion Immortal Scripture gave him.

After all, no matter how powerful a martial artist is, he cannot defeat the immortal cultivation techniques.

After returning to the house, Yan Xiu put on a winter coat. Although he had cultivated true Qi to protect his body and not be afraid of the cold winter, he still told others that he was only at the ninth level of body tempering. He did not want to show too amazing aptitude, otherwise he might cause unnecessary trouble.

After eating two bowls of steaming hot dumplings, Yan Xiu returned to his own room to continue practicing.

It was late at night and everything was quiet, with only the north wind howling outside the house.

But Yan Xiu's eyes suddenly opened.

There are footsteps approaching outside the house!

If it were in the past, he would definitely not care. Since he became a disciple of Taoist Mingxu, he moved out of the house where many other disciples lived together and had his own room.

In order to keep a low profile, we specially chose a secluded place. The terrain here is higher and you can have a panoramic view of Fuzhen Temple. On weekdays, few people come here.

"Who is the one?"

Yan Xiu narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling confused.

The wild north wind was howling, perfectly covering up the footsteps of the incoming people, but to Yan Xiu, every step he took was extremely clear.

squeak-

The door bolt was opened by a sharp dagger, and a dark shadow sneaked in silently. The man was thin and had his face covered, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed.

Yan Xiu, who was hiding in the beam with his breath held, was puzzled. He was a nobody in the Taoist temple except for this face.

Could it be that someone couldn't stand his face? Yan Xiu couldn't help but think of it.

The masked man quietly moved to the bedside, held the dagger in reverse, and then stabbed it fiercely into the bedding.

When the imagined blood-soaked scene did not appear, the masked man knew that he had been tricked, and immediately rushed out of the house. But when he turned around, he found a figure blocking his way.

Then his eyes turned fierce and the dagger in his hand flew towards Yan Xiu.

Yan Xiu activated the Yi Qi Hai Na Gong, and the protective true qi suddenly emerged. The dagger fell on the true qi shield and made a teeth-grinding sound, and deviated by about an inch.

"Qi protecting the body! Bone Tempering Realm! How is this possible!"

The masked man was horrified and took out a bag of lime from his pocket and threw it at him.

The sky was filled with dust for a while.

Just as he was secretly delighted and preparing to escape, a strong and powerful hand suddenly emerged from the dust and mist and tightly grasped his neck.

Yan Xiu walked out with a cold expression.

"Why kill me?"

The masked man didn't say much. He sneered and black blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He tilted his head and died.

Yan Xiu, who wanted to interrogate the suspect, suddenly lost interest and picked up the corpse and threw it off a cliff.

When he returned to the room, a line of words appeared in front of him.

[In the fifteenth year of Jianwu, your identity was exposed and you were assassinated by a mysterious force. You successfully resolved the crisis with your strength and received the reward: magical power, the world in your sleeves.]

"Identity exposed?!"

Yan Xiu's pupils suddenly shrank, and he thought to himself that something was wrong.

What he feared most was that his identity as the crown prince of the previous dynasty would be known to others. Once exposed, he would face endless pursuit.

His current cultivation level was only at the Bone Tempering Stage. Although he was considered an expert in Fuzhen Temple, he would be nothing once he entered the martial arts world.

"What is this mysterious force? Why isn't it an assassin from the imperial court?"

Yan Xiu sat on the bed, thinking.

"If the imperial court knew about this, there would be no need for assassins. They could just order a siege on Fuzhen Temple. I'm afraid Taoist Mingxu would be the first to hand me over before the imperial court issues an order."

Could it be Liu Ting?

As soon as this idea popped up, Yan Xiu became more and more certain.

After all, he is an unstable factor. Although the jade pendant that can prove his identity has been given to him, there is no guarantee that he will not cause any trouble one day.

After all, only the dead can't talk.

As for this matter, Yan Xiu plans to wait and see for a while. If the imperial court really intervenes, the worst that can happen is that he just walks away. If I can't beat you, how can I run away from you?

With the help of the Purple Mansion Immortal Scripture, he was confident that he could cultivate to the third level in a short period of time. As for the Innate Level, that was no problem at all. He would come back and settle accounts with them one by one when the time came.

He took a deep breath and focused his attention on the new reward.

"The universe is hidden in my sleeves. I wonder what this magical power is."

As he thought about it, supernatural powers flooded into his mind.

This is a magical power of space. Everything in the world can be included in the sleeve. Those with a high level of attainment can create their own world in it.

Yan Xiu's eyes suddenly lit up. This is a good thing.

In the future, when I have gone through many tribulations and obtained some rewards such as weapons, if I did not have such a magical power, and had everything hanging on my body, it would indeed be unworthy of a cultivator.

The next morning.

Everything is normal in Fuzhen Temple.

The assassin's attack did not affect Yan Xiu much. He was even a little impatient at the moment and was looking forward to the next reward, but he also prayed in his heart that the enemy would not be too strong so that he could take advantage of them.

...

The cold has gone, the spring rains have fallen, and a new year has begun.

Taoist Master Mingxu's six disciples lined up in front of the hall.

There is a picture hanging in the center of the hall, which shows a Taoist priest with a sage-like appearance opening the gate of heaven and ascending to heaven. It is said that the person in the painting is the founder of Fuzhen Temple. Below are the tablets of Taoist priests of all generations.

After offering incense, Taoist Mingxu turned around, glanced at a few people and spoke.

"According to the Taoist rules, at the beginning of each year, all the disciples in the temple must go down the mountain to practice in the secular world. Whose turn is it this year?"

The eldest disciple Shi Wujie stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Master, this year it should be the Fourth and Fifth Junior Brothers who will go down the mountain."

Taoist Mingxu nodded, called the two men out and carefully reminded them of some underworld rules to prevent them from offending someone they shouldn't.

After saying this, Taoist Mingxu hesitated for a moment and said, "Yan Xiu, are you willing to go down the mountain with the two brothers this year?"