togophonebook Chapter 81 Managing the Dojo
Chapter 81 Managing the Dojo
Chapter 82 Managing the Dojo
With the Heavenly Gang Fiend Formation in place, the initial structure of the western region of Qinghei Mountain was formed, and the atmosphere of the entire immortal mountain immediately became as stable as a rock.
Xuan Yao also enjoyed several hundred years of leisurely and peaceful life.
He no longer pursued his cultivation level through seclusion as he had in the past. Instead, he slowed down his pace and spent his days strolling in the mountains, contemplating the wonders of nature.
The Qingxuan Cave, where he originally cultivated and lived, was the most secluded blessed place in the inner mountain, but in the past, Xuan Yao was only focused on fighting and seeking the Dao, and rarely had the mind to manage it.
The cold pool deep in the cave was still crystal clear, but the stone chambers and secret rooms next to it were cluttered with fragments of magical treasures, unformed innate divine iron, and various kinds of mixed spiritual herbs and vines, which had been searched, seized, and exchanged from various places over the past tens of thousands of years.
To be honest, this kind of wasteful approach is indeed a bit of a squandering of talent.
Now that the fortunes of Qingheishan Mountain are gradually increasing, the number of disciples and dependent beings is growing day by day. Xuan Yao has also truly gained the confidence to break away from his solitary cultivation and establish a new lineage.
Since a sect is to be established, the core Taoist temple in the inner mountain can no longer be as simple and desolate as a wild demon's cave. It must have the rules and regulations of an orthodox immortal sect.
On this day, Xuan Yao emerged from the cave and summoned the green-robed boy Qingya and the red-haired boy Yuan Guo.
"Qingya, Yuanguo, you have followed me for many years. Now that all the tribes in the mountains live in peace, it is time to put on some of the air of immortals outside Qingxuan Cave."
With a flick of his sleeve, Xuan Yao pointed to the open valley in front of the cave entrance, where rocks stood in disarray and the earth's spiritual energy was abundant. He calmly instructed, "Go, clear away the rocks in this valley and create a spiritual herb garden that is half water and half fire."
"I have collected all the rare and exotic flowers and herbs from the underground of the North, the Wuyi Mountains, the Phoenix Clan volcano, and several hidden stakeouts in Zifuzhou over the years. I have categorized them and planted them all according to their properties of being warm, cool, yin, or yang."
The boy in green, Qingya, is calm and reserved. He is usually very patient and can endure loneliness. He also has a natural sensitivity to the spirits of plants and trees.
Xuan Yao then ordered him to be in charge of the daily maintenance of the medicine garden array, as well as to draw cold spring spiritual liquid to water the roots every morning.
The red-haired boy, Yuan Guo, was impulsive and quick-witted, always on the go.
Xuan Yao then assigned him to be in charge of patrolling the outer perimeter to prevent the unruly little demons on the mountainside who were just beginning to develop their intelligence and did not know the true extent of their abilities from accidentally entering the inner core of the mountain and stealing the unripe spiritual fruits and herbs.
After the assignments were made, Xuan Yao personally activated the Heavenly Gang Fiend Array.
A flash of black and gold Dao patterns appeared in the void, and a wisp of extremely pure and auspicious Qi, full of the meaning of creation, was drawn out from the leaves of the Jade Dew Blessed Ganoderma, transforming into a layer of light and gold, which steadily enveloped the entire spirit herb garden.
With the nourishment of this pure and virtuous energy day and night, the energy in the herb garden remains clear and pure year-round, making it difficult for impure or impure energy to arise.
Xuan Yao then drew out two more branches from underground.
A branch connecting the peach tree guides the cool and moist innate Ren water into the Yin meridian of the medicine garden, nourishing the shady and wondrous vines and herbs.
The other path draws in a gentle, fiery life force from the innate Fire Phoenix Tree, like a warm furnace underground, slowly nurturing those yang-type spiritual flowers.
Yin and Yang complement each other, and the temperature is just right.
In just over a hundred years, that once somewhat messy herb garden has become filled with celestial mist.
The tea tree seeds from Wuyi Mountain have sprouted tender green buds, and the red spiritual herbs brought back from the Fengzu Volcano have unfurled their fiery red leaves like feathers, complementing the pale green Ganoderma lucidum growing under the branches of the peach tree, creating a scene of abundance reminiscent of a fairyland.
In his daily life, besides tending to the herb garden, Xuan Yao loved to set up a white jade table under the huge Enlightenment Tea Tree in the inner mountain and serve a cup of warm Enlightenment Spirit Tea.
At this time, Lingxiao and the little guy Yan Yuanzi would sit properly in front of him and listen to the lecture.
Xuan Yao always taught his disciples to value cause and effect and to dislike those methods of killing and seeking quick success.
He looked at Yan Yuanzi, the eldest disciple with red hair and blue eyes, who was tightly clutching the red copper fire gourd in his arms.
Although the little guy was born innocent and carefree, his magical power at the early stage of the Xuanxian realm was somewhat impetuous due to his short time in the world.
"Yan Yuanzi, you were born from the spirit embryo of the primordial ancestral tree, a lineage so high that it is rarely seen in the primordial world."
Xuan Yao took a sip of spiritual tea, his tone gentle, yet his manner carried an unquestionable air of discipline.
"But you must remember that in this great way of heaven and earth, refinement is the means, while cultivation is the fundamental nature of the mind."
"I forbid you from learning any powerful combat techniques within the next hundred years."
"Every day, you just need to follow Senior Brother Qingya to the spirit herb garden to loosen the soil and water it, to understand how a spirit seed takes root and sprouts from the soil, and to understand how the mechanism of growth finds balance in the conflict between water and fire."
"In addition, your daily task is to use the innate fire essence within your body to repeatedly warm and nourish the Crimson Flowing Fire Banner and the Crimson Copper Fire Gourd three times."
"I do not seek a surge in magical power, but only that the water, fire, yin, and yang energies within your body remain in balance for even a moment."
"Did you understand?"
Yan Yuanzi held the fire gourd. Although he greatly envied Sister Lingxiao's ability to escape through wind and thunder, he was very obedient to his master.
He nodded his little head vigorously, like a chick pecking at rice, and said in a childish voice, "Disciple understands! Disciple will definitely take good care of the flowers and not let the water and fire get out of control!"
Xuan Yao gave a different approach to training Lingxiao, the guardian spirit bird who had already reached the peak of the Xuanxian realm and possessed formidable combat power.
Lingxiao is aloof and arrogant, and his attacks are ruthless and fierce. Having just acquired the Crimson Flame Flying Knife, the killing intent within him is almost bursting forth.
Xuan Yao looked at the gray-clad woman standing to one side, his expression solemn.
"Lingxiao, now that you have become the protector of my Green Black Mountain, you must truly integrate the Wind and Thunder Escape Formation into your pair of Roc wings."
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After that, every ten years, Xuan Yao would personally take action on the mountaintop, using his vast magical power as a late-stage Golden Immortal to create an invisible array that filled the sky, forcing Ling Xiao to practice advancing, retreating, dodging, and providing support amidst the raging array forces.
After several trials and tribulations, the wind and thunder patterns on Lingxiao's pair of dark blue wings became increasingly solid.
As the light of his escape flowed, it also added a few more unpredictable changes between reality and illusion, and his escape speed and combat agility were even higher than before.
As for the Xuan Shui Old Dragon that lurked at the bottom of the Wind and Thunder Outer Pool, Xuan Yao never relaxed his guard in the slightest.
Over the years, this old dragon has been cleansed day and night by the Southern Bright Fire. Although most of the vicious and filthy blood energy in its body has been removed, it still occasionally reveals some greedy and cunning demonic habits.
Sometimes, when it sees a small demon with some cultivation passing by on the mountainside, a hint of covetousness will instinctively flash in its dragon eyes.
At such times, Xuan Yao, sitting upright in the inner mountain, would give a cold snort.
He could not possibly allow the old dragon to devour all the creatures in the mountain; otherwise, given the old dragon's greedy nature, if left unchecked, it would surely eat his entire Green Black Mountain clean.
When the evil energy accumulates, even a blessed land will become an inauspicious place.
He didn't even need to use his true form; with just a slight thought, he could activate the four Zhou Tian Sha Flags buried at the bottom of the pool.
As the Heavenly Gang Fiend Formation activated, a fierce storm erupted at the bottom of the pool. The raging Xuan Yin Thunder Fiend and a wisp of Nanming True Fire transformed into lightning and fire, striking the old dragon's body fiercely. It rolled around at the bottom of the pool, its skin torn and its flesh ripped open, groaning incessantly.
"My lord, spare my life! This little demon was only joking; I had absolutely no intention of eating the creatures of the mountains!"
Only when the old dragon was subdued by the lightning and fire and obediently lay at the bottom of the pool blowing bubbles would Xuan Yao flick his sleeve and send down a drop of water-based spiritual liquid transformed from jade dew and blessed mushroom dew to help it repair its charred black dragon scales.
Slap me, then give me a treat.
After several attempts, the old dragon finally learned its lesson.
It deeply understood a principle.
In this Green Black Mountain, if you honestly perform your duties, you will be able to enjoy the opportunities of the Great Dao. If you harbor even the slightest evil thought, your true spirit will be tormented by the thunder and fire of hell every day.
Under Xuan Yao's balanced approach of kindness and strictness, and his methodical management, things in the mountains gradually became orderly.
The 300,000 innate descendants of the Yan Yuan Western Regions and the White Fox Clan who cultivate in seclusion on the mountainside have gradually become more harmonious in their interactions.
The White Fox clan, skilled in managing miscellaneous affairs and calculating cause and effect, took the initiative to send clansmen to the Western Regions to patiently teach the newly arrived Yan Yuan people how to adapt to the rules and regulations of Qinghei Mountain.
The Yan Yuan clan, being naturally skilled in fire-based weapon crafting, also helped the White Fox clan refine some exquisitely crafted jade pendants and small protective items out of gratitude.
The two groups complement each other, each getting what they need.
At this moment, the entire Qingheishan Taoist temple was finally completely cleansed of the fierce and violent atmosphere of the past, which had been filled with killing and fighting.
As the sun sets, crimson and deep blue rays of light intertwine on the mountaintop.
Xuan Yao sat on a white jade chair in front of Qingxuan Cave, holding a white jade teacup. He watched Qing Ya working in the herb garden, watched Yuan Guo leaping through the forest with the patrol bell on his back, and watched Ling Xiao transform into a huge azure-black roc, gliding slowly through the clouds.
The wind rustled through the green robe, and the forest whispered softly.
At this moment, Xuan Yao let out a long sigh of relief.
In his Daoist heart, a rare sense of tranquility, inaction, and carefree immortality arose.