Above the Great Dao
Chapter 567 - 262 Hearing the Way in the Morning_3

Chapter 567: Chapter 262 Hearing the Way in the Morning_3

Sun Yisheng caught up with the last man, a Talisman Master, who raised his hand and hundreds of talismans burst forth, transforming into various divine beings to assault him, proving to be extremely troublesome.

Sun Yisheng disregarded the demons formed from the talismans, fought with speed against speed, and with injury for injury, until he finally, despite his Primordial Spirit sustaining dozens of injuries, managed to slay the Talisman Master!

He descended from the sky, about to return to his physical body, when suddenly a bullet roared towards him.

Sun Yisheng hurriedly mobilized the Primordial Spirit Arena, and as the bullet crashed into the arena, it exploded with a thunderous bang.

Sun Yisheng’s body trembled violently; forcing a breath, he maintained the integrity of his Primordial Spirit and entered his body.

His face deathly pale, he wanted to block those bullets for Chen Shi but spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his head spinning, his Primordial Spirit showing signs of collapse.

"Master Chen, tell Lord Chen Tang that I did not run away."

Sun Yisheng’s voice was thin as thread as he spoke to Chen Shi, "I have not failed the kindness he showed me when I met him, but I may not be able to escort you to the Western Capital..."

"You won’t die!"

Chen Shi reached out and grabbed the Sheep Horn Heavenly Spirit Lamp, shouting, "Black Pot, Black Pot! Quickly, save him!"

Black Pot hastily stood upright, pulling Sun Yisheng’s Primordial Spirit out of his body and stuffing it into the flames of the lamp.

Chen Shi’s expression dark, he propped up the collapsing Sun Yisheng.

The rest of the Scholars quickly helped and carried Sun Yisheng to the wooden cart.

The group surrounded the cart and ran wildly, finally escaping the range of the bombardment.

Chen Shi slowed down; in the sky, fire clouds blanketed the space, and night was approaching.

The many Scholars were panicked and restless, glancing around and speaking in hushed tones, "The Evil Spirits will probably come now."

As the fire clouds dispersed, moonlight spilled onto the earth, though the moonlight was also a grimy yellow.

The wind was going to rise again.

Chen Shi halted the cart and said to everyone, "We will spend the night out here."

He set up a Wind Stabilizing Talisman on the cart and took out a lantern left by his grandfather, hanging it at the front of the cart.

The sky grew dark; outside, the wind began to pick up.

The group sat leaning against the cart; outside, the wind howled louder and louder, sand and stones flew about.

In the darkness, some eerie figures approached them, but upon encountering the lantern’s light, they skittered back as if scalded.

Inside the cart, Sun Yisheng coughed, and the Scholars rummaged through their various Spiritual Medicines, passing them into the cart; Chen Shi thanked them and returned the medicines.

"These are useless for a Primordial Spirit injury."

In front of Chen Shi’s small temple were some Spiritual Medicines, but he was not knowledgeable about their properties. Fortunately, among the Scholars was a Pharmacist named Huang Fengnian, who had offered to heal them earlier. Chen Shi, accompanied by Huang Fengnian’s consciousness, approached the temple front, asking him to identify the properties of the medicines.

"This is a holy medicine called Soul Stabilizing Grass, used to treat injuries of the soul. And here, the fruit of the Rejuvenation Flower can also be used. However, to achieve its greatest effect, It must be refined into an elixir."

Chen Shi harvested the Spiritual Medicines, allowing Huang Fengnian to prepare the drugs, but even after mixing the ingredients properly, they needed a Pill Master to refine them into pills.

A Scholar raised his hand, his face flushed with embarrassment, "I’m a Pill Master. My Alchemy skills are passable, but my Pill Furnace isn’t great, I can’t control the temperature well."

Another female Scholar said, "I’m quite adept at fire-based Spells; perhaps I can help you control the temperature."

Working together, they quickly refined the necessary elixir and had Sun Yisheng take it.

Chen Shi checked him over and saw that Sun Yisheng’s condition had stabilized and was no longer as dangerous as before.

Black Pot took Sun Yisheng into the underworld to borrow its power and nurture his Primordial Spirit.

Chen Shi sat on the edge of the cart, inquiring about the Scholars, only to discover that each of them possessed some talent, a Pharmacist, a Musician, a Talisman Master, a Pill Master, also a fortune teller, a Feng Shui Master; they covered all sorts of professions. fгeewebnovёl.com

"Even though we’ve passed the Scholar examination, if we don’t have money we can’t survive; we still have to get by, right?" a female Scholar named Tian Yue’e said with a laugh.

Most of their Cultivation Techniques were the Heavenly Heart Righteous Qi Technique, which could only be cultivated to the Golden Core Realm. Only one person had broken through the Golden Core Realm, and that was the Pharmacist Huang Fengnian, who had done so accidentally by consuming a superior Spiritual Medicine.

To pass the Scholar exam and cultivate to this stage, none could be considered dull, but without the right Cultivation Techniques, they could not advance further.

"Have you not switched to other Cultivation Techniques?" Chen Shi inquired.

They all laughed.

"Switch to what, and where would we find it?"

Tian Yue’e said with a smile, "An old master in our county wanted me to become his concubine, the kind without an official status, and said he could give me a Cultivation Technique to reach the Nascent Soul Realm. I thought about it for three or four days, but still declined. My father broke his back to put me through school; so many years of rigorous cultivation were not for me to become some old master’s concubine."

Huang Fengnian said, "Our county’s Magistrate asked me to work in the government office, saying he could promote me. I did as he said for several years, the promised Nascent Soul Realm Cultivation Technique he never gave me. I think he could use that technique to dangle over me for a lifetime."

Another female Scholar laughed and said, "You’re better off than me; at least you had a chance. I didn’t even have that. I live in a village, and I’m the only Scholar there."

The group chattered about their various experiences, and as they did so, they all began to laugh, their sun-baked red faces framing white teeth.

Chen Shi couldn’t help but say, "With such talents, you couldn’t pass the Advanced Scholar exam! Why risk your lives to come to the Western Capital?"

"Because, it’s an opportunity to change our fate," Tian Yue’e said with a smile.

Someone whispered, "It’s our only chance to change our fate. If we don’t seize it, our lives are finished."

They laughed again, "If we don’t pass, we can already see the end of our lifespans."

Chen Shi fell silent for a moment, thinking quietly, "To not teach citizens to fight is to abandon them. Not to impart the methods of combat to people is to abandon them. The court has abandoned us."

He imparted to them the method of temperance from the Beidou Seven Refinements and said, "Following the Beidou Seven Refinements, cultivate the Seven Returns, Eight Transforms, Nine Restorations, and you will quickly forge into Nascent Soul. As for the Cultivation Technique, wait for my return, and I will impart it to you. Let’s go to the Western Capital together and shock those old masters with our achievements!"

He stood up, pulled the hua-gai from the cart, and said, "Stay by the cart; I’m stepping out for a moment. Sister Feifei, take good care of Nannan, don’t wander off in the dark."

The Scholars startled as they contemplated the Beidou Seven Refinements.

Tian Yue’e asked, "It’s getting late and the wind is fierce; where are you going?"

"To avenge."

Chen Shi, leaning on the hua-gai, strode into the raging wind, his voice trailing behind him, "The Master said, ’If I hear the Way in the morning, I can die content in the evening.’ Hearing their cannon fire, I will rush there tonight and finish them off!"

A moonless night with a raging wind was perfect for setting fires and committing murder!

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