Opening the cover, the pages of this "Record of Cultivation" were pale yellow, emitting a faint musty smell, and neatly written:
"The Way of Water and Fire lies in balance. Transforming water and fire into Yin and Yang is the only way to master the Ice-Sealing Fire-Refining Art of the sect. After three years of entry, I have realized this." "Another one about cultivation?" Zhang Yuanqing raised his eyebrows. The last time he saw such a description was in the Mountain God Temple, in the manuscript left by the Shoulder-Patting Wraith, which mentioned some cultivation experiences.
Breathing exercises, drawing talismans, and so on.
"The major professions of the Yin Era are upgraded through cultivation, rather than relying on character cards? Or perhaps it's just the background setting of The Way of the Extraordinary. Yin-Yang Cultivators are all NPCs, like Granny Wang and Widow Xu.
The Devil Monarch walked this path. He should have killed them back then, but they were later refreshed unless it can be proven that Yin-Yang Cultivator truly existed in past history."
Thinking this, Zhang Yuanqing opened his computer and logged into the official database to search for "Yin-Yang Town." However, apart from a few guides, there was no information about Yin-Yang Town in the official database.
"Even the Three Dao Mountain Goddess Temple is included, but not a town where people live? Are the officials useless? What are they doing?" Zhang Yuanqing subconsciously cursed, then paused.
Why am I suddenly so irritable? Zhang Yuanqing pondered for a few seconds before realizing that the Yin-Yang Robe had one of its costs: volatile emotions.
"Hoo, restrain, restrain," he took a deep breath. "Yin-Yang Cultivator is a figure from the Ming Dynasty, but he's already dead. As far as I know, the only strong person from the Ming Dynasty still alive is probably Old Bastard." He continued reading, and because it was written in traditional characters, his reading speed was slow. After reading for more than ten minutes, he had a rough understanding of Yin-Yang Cultivator's background.
He came from a sect called the "Water and Fire Sect." The founder of the sect was a god-like figure from the Song Dynasty. The sect had a prominent position in the Central Plains, but the number of disciples was extremely small. It wasn't that the sect didn't want to recruit more disciples,
But that there were too few people with cultivation资质.
Yin-Yang Cultivator mentioned a concept: When the heavens and earth change, only a few can succeed.
"This is similar to the temple priest's saying about the secret of thousand-year prosperity and decay." Zhang Yuanqing quickly flipped through the pages, but couldn't find the reason for the "change in heavens and earth" no matter what. He couldn't help but curse.
Probably Yin-Yang Cultivator didn't know the specific reason either.
In addition, Zhang Yuanqing also noticed that, according to Yin-Yang Cultivator, disciples like him who had mastered the "Ice-Sealing Fire-Refining Art" were rare in the sect, elites among elites.
"Water and fire in one body? According to the concept of The Way of the Extraordinary, that means having the abilities of two major professions. That's impossible in The Way of the Extraordinary. If someone in the Five Elements Alliance possessed the abilities of two major professions at the same time, I would definitely have heard about it, unless it was kept secret... is it due to cultivation?"
He pondered while reading the Record of Cultivation.
"After I mastered the Ice-Sealing Fire-Refining Art, my cultivation improved day by day, and I became a champion in the Central Plains. Later, I set foot in the Northern Territory and rarely encountered opponents. Then, I went south to challenge grandmasters of various sects, winning one battle after another. I heard that there was a Daoist friend on Three Dao Mountain in Song Prefecture who controlled wind and rain, captured ghosts and subdued demons, and refined pills and made talismans, so I went to challenge him and suffered a crushing defeat."
"Disheartened, I returned to my sect and told my teacher about this matter. My teacher smiled and said, 'Your grandmaster did the same!'"
Three Dao Mountain, that must be Old Bastard. Damn, is Old Bastard so strong? If I encounter her in The Way of the Extraordinary in the future, I have to consider what kneeling posture best expresses my sincerity.
Zhang Yuanqing secretly gritted his teeth. A second later, he suddenly realized something was wrong and focused his attention on the words "Your grandmaster did the same."
Did Yin-Yang Cultivator's master mean: Your grandmaster was also crushed by Old Bastard?
Damn, the founder of the Water and Fire Sect was a figure from the Song Dynasty, and Old Bastard defeated him, which means Old Bastard is ridiculously old. The identity of the Goddess of Three Dao Mountain is just one of her late-life disguises.
Zhang Yuanqing had to re-evaluate Old Bastard's strength.
Time passed, and the Record of Cultivation became thinner and thinner. The subsequent content was Yin-Yang Cultivator's insights from traveling and cultivating, mixed with the essentials of breathing exercises, the distribution of meridians, and so on. Anyway, Zhang Yuanqing didn't understand it.
What surprised him was that Yin-Yang Cultivator made many friends in both the righteous and evil paths during his travels. Yes, evil path friends refer to evil professions. Yin-Yang Cultivator's evaluation of those evil profession friends was: generous, wandering heroes, happy vengeance.
"Yin-Yang Cultivator doesn't seem like someone with a distorted worldview. The evil professions he makes friends with, are they like Aunt Xiao Yuan? Speaking of which, after reading about most of his life, the righteous and evil paths don't seem to be irreconcilable enemies, unlike the current The Way of the Extraordinary players, who start fighting as soon as they meet in opposing camps, wishing they could splatter each other's brains."
Zhang Yuanqing quickly flipped through the pages, not very interested in travel experiences. It is worth mentioning that he obtained the Yin-Yang Robe in a ancient tomb during one of his travels. Since obtaining the Yin-Yang Robe, he began to call himself Yin-Yang Cultivator, and went to Three Dao Mountain to challenge Old Bastard again.
Still suffered a crushing defeat.
Yin-Yang Cultivator lay flat from then on, drinking and eating meat all day long, calling friends, intervening in injustices, and taking the heads of corrupt officials when he encountered them. When Yin-Yang Cultivator entered his later years, he began to desire immortality, lamenting his bad luck, living in an era of great change in the heavens and earth.
As he got older, the obsession with immortality grew stronger, and the Record of Cultivation no longer talked about cultivation, but analyzed immortality plans all day long.
He even had the idea of using infant essence and blood as a guide to try to refine an elixir of immortality, fortunately stopping himself in time, but the obsession with immortality became stronger and stronger. Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing's heart trembled.
Before, he felt that the cost of the Yin-Yang Robe was not serious. After all, everyone wants immortality, which doesn't count as a cost. Now seeing Yin-Yang Cultivator thinking about immortality to the point of near madness, he realized the seriousness of the cost.
One day, Yin-Yang Cultivator heard that the Goddess of Three Dao Mountain had passed away, and was greatly stimulated, writing in the Record of Cultivation: "A beautiful woman, also unable to escape the years, alas."
After that, Yin-Yang Cultivator established Yin-Yang Town and fell into the dream of immortality. After reading the Record of Cultivation, there was a lot of information. Zhang Yuanqing pinched his eyebrows, sorting out and digesting the information he had gained.
Old Bastard is older than the Ming Dynasty, and her strength is terrifying! The relationship between evil professions and orderly professions in the Ming Dynasty was not harmonious, but it was not necessarily a life-and-death situation. Professions in the Ming Dynasty were upgraded through cultivation, not character cards.
If it is confirmed that Yin-Yang Cultivator and Old Bastard were real historical figures, then my understanding of The Way of the Extraordinary will have to change. But among those I know, only Old Bastard is still alive. No, maybe I don't need to ask them in person, I have a way to prove it. Zhang Yuanqing temporarily suppressed this question in his heart and put away the Record of Cultivation.
Next, he planned to experience his newly learned skill - Astral Projection.
The moment this thought arose, Zhang Yuanqing became inexplicably anxious, wanting to try it immediately, and no one could stop him.
In the north, in an upscale residential area in the provincial capital of Yan Province, a young man wearing a sports headband was sitting casually in a high-backed chair. Opposite him was a soft bed, on which lay a middle-aged man with his hands and feet bound.
Bald, with a beer belly, thick black hair on his chest, and sweat dripping from his forehead, his expression was terrified, and his mouth was stuffed with a thick towel.
The middle-aged man was "woo woo"ing non-stop, his eyes full of pleading, as weak and pitiful as a puppy.
"Pfft pfft." The young man said with a smile: "Look at you now, you really look like a tail-wagging dog." He got up and walked to the bed, pulling out a sharp fruit knife from his waist.
"Woo woo woo" The middle-aged man's struggling movements suddenly became violent. "Quiet, I said, listen!" The young man's pupils lit up with scarlet light. The middle-aged man suddenly froze.
The young man sat on the edge of the bed, playing with the fruit knife, and said with a smile:
"I, the most hate punishing without teaching. Before killing you, let me tell you the reason, so you can die knowing why.
"First, you accepted sex-for-power deals and forced women into prostitution. Second, you acted as a protector for organized crime, covering up their murders. Third," he said in a gentle tone, listing more than ten items.
By the time he finished speaking, the middle-aged man on the bed was already stiff.
"That's all it takes? See, even your own conscience can't stand it." The young man patted the corpse's shoulder and said gently: "Don't be human in your next life." He got up and left the bed, came to the window, opened it, breathed in the wind blowing in the night, and looked down at the city lights, sighing with satisfaction:
"The world has suddenly become a better place."
Humanity is ugly, and the world with people is dirty, so this world needs cleansing. At this moment, the phone rang.
The young man took out his phone, holding it between two fingers, hanging it high in front of his eyes, and used his other finger to answer the call: "Silver Moon, what's up?"
"Demon Eye, are you done playing? Return to headquarters immediately. The Palace Master of Stop Killing has killed many of our people in the Northern Territory. She is very good at hiding, and I need your eyes." The voice on the other end of the phone was loud and irritable. "Watch your tone!" The young man smiled: "You're just a Divine General, how dare you talk to me like that?"
"I'll watch your motherfucking!" The person on the other end of the phone became even more irritable, cursing:
"All four of you Heavenly Kings are not at headquarters. The number one idiot is shouting about freedom all day long, and no one can find him. The number two actually told me that she wants to issue a challenge to the Palace Master of Stop Killing, and won't attack unless she accepts the challenge?
"The number three idiot just happened to enter The Way of the Extraordinary. Our eight Divine Generals can kill that bitch, but we can't find her!" The young man scratched his head: "Is that so? Okay, you know my rules,
Give me a reason to kill her first."
"Do you need a reason to kill someone?" "Don't you?"
"She accidentally injured two civilians while hunting down our organization members, does that count?" "It counts! I'll go kill her now."
"You're a fucking psychopath, are you an orderly faction or an evil faction? No, all four of you are fucking psychopaths." Divine General Silver Moon cursed a few times, then changed the subject and said:
"Li Xianzong is dead!"
"Hmm?" Heavenly King Demon Eye raised his eyebrows, the smile on his face disappeared: "What happened?" "He encountered The Way of the Extraordinary's Yuanshi Tianzun in a dungeon and was killed."
"Is that so?" Heavenly King Demon Eye's face returned to a smile, and he curled his lips: "Then after I kill the Palace Master of Stop Killing, I'll go to Songhai to collect reasons to kill Yuanshi Tianzun." Zhang Yuanqing floated up, less than ten centimeters from the ceiling, looked down, and saw his body lying quietly on the bed, without breathing, without a heartbeat.
"If I don't return in twenty minutes, my body will completely die."
Zhang Yuanqing understood, and immediately floated out of the room at an extremely fast speed, passing through the wall into the living room. His current state was very strange, floating and controlling objects seemed to be innate abilities. This meant that he could use props to fight in spirit form, such as holding a knife or gun. In addition, the power of the spirit form was the power of Taiyin, and he could still use Howl at the Moon, but he could no longer open the inventory, but his overall strength was slightly weaker than his body. The advantage was that in spirit form, he was immune to physical damage, but extremely afraid of "mental" attacks.
While thinking, Zhang Yuanqing floated into his grandparents' bedroom. The two elderly people had already entered dreamland. He changed his route and crashed into the wall, coming to his aunt's bedroom.
Beside the window with pink curtains, his aunt was wearing a thin nightgown, standing silently by the window, gazing at the night view. On the bedside table was her black lace bra, which she had taken off, and it was quite large.
Jiang Yuling tilted her head almost imperceptibly, then suddenly stretched her waist and muttered, "Alright, time for bed, time for bed." Zhang Yuanqing watched her slip into bed, close her eyes, her face peaceful and beautiful, round and cute.
He wondered which man would be able to see this sleeping face every day in the future. He examined his aunt's sleeping face, thinking, spirits can possess bodies, should I try possessing my aunt's body? He thought for a moment, it didn't seem right to experiment on family members, so he plunged into the ceiling and went to the downstairs neighbor's house.
The downstairs neighbors were a young couple living with their parents. As soon as Zhang Yuanqing penetrated the ceiling, he heard the "creak" of a rocking bed and the faint sound of collisions under a thin quilt.
Following the sound, he saw two overlapping bodies.
Uh, bad timing, how can I possess a body like this... Reluctantly giving up, he, a live viewer of little pornographic films, gave up. At this moment, he heard the sound of collisions intensify, then subside, and the undulating thin quilt also stopped. Then came a woman's complaint: "Why so fast again?"
"I've been working overtime a lot these past few days."
"You said that last time too."
"Ugh, are you annoying or not, let's sleep, I have to go to work tomorrow."
Bro, you need stamina spray to regain your manly confidence, and since we're neighbors, I'll give you a 20% discount. Zhang Yuanqing's spirit floated up and returned to his aunt's room. This time, he went directly to his uncle's house next door, coming to the master bedroom.
His uncle and aunt were not asleep. One was watching TV dramas with a face mask on, and the other was holding a phone watching rap videos, occasionally spouting a few one-line rhymes.
"Look at this Yuanzi, eating hot steamed buns, looking so silly," the uncle's head suddenly drooped, then immediately raised it again, and looked at his wife next to him, seriously saying:
"I think we should be nicer to Yuanzi."
The aunt's eyes didn't leave the tablet, and said: "Aren't we already treating him well?"
"I mean financially, we should give him more pocket money. Although my mom gives him money, we, as his aunt and uncle, should also give him more." "Oh, then I'll give him a few thousand each month." the aunt said nonchalantly.
"Auntie is so good... I mean, wife is so good."
The aunt's attention was not on the uncle, and she didn't notice the slip of the tongue, watching the variety show and disdainfully said:
"You see your eldest sister, all she knows is to make money these years, when has she ever worried about Yuanzi? She never goes to parent-teacher conferences, never cares about his studies, that fatherless child is bullied at school every day, and she doesn't care, and she just throws a wad of money at her son, thinking she's great. Tsk, her little bit of money is nothing." The uncle looked embarrassed: "Say a few less words."
That's my mom after all.
The aunt sighed:
"Look at Yuanzi these years, he'd rather dance with you than take her money. When that child first came here, he was only in elementary school, but he was so careful. Whenever you weren't around, he would try to please me, afraid that I'd hate him and he wouldn't be able to live here.
"He was also very careful with your dad and mom, and he wasn't even close to his grandparents yet. At such a young age, he learned to live under someone else's roof. Hmm, I remember Yuer was like that when she was little, so the two of them have been close since they were young."
After saying that, she saw her husband's eyes dim.
"This isn't like you at all." The aunt noticed something was wrong, thinking, at this time, you should do a stand-up bit, like: With an uncle like me raising him, it's the same whether he has a mom or not, ah the same! "Sleep, sleep!"
The uncle put down his phone and pulled up the quilt.
The next day, Zhang Yuanqing came to the office wearing a mask and a baseball cap.
Going up to the second floor, he glanced at the office area and went straight to Guan Ya, saying, "Sister Guan Ya, I want to ask you something."
Guan Ya had already used diluted Life Elixir to repair the injuries she suffered in the dungeon, and was turning a ballpoint pen nimbly in her fingers, smiling: "Do girls like it longer or shorter? Or, thicker or thinner?"
Zhang Yuanqing said helplessly: "Don't be like this, I'm still just a kid."
Guan Ya blinked: "Did I say anything? I thought you were going to ask about high heels." Zhang Yuanqing coughed and corrected the topic, saying:
"I heard Xie Lingxi say that the Xiahou family's ancestor was one of the first The Way of the Extraordinary players? How long did he live? When did the first batch of The Way of the Extraordinary players appear?"