Daoist Master of Qing Xuan Chapter 507
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Daoist Master of Qing Xuan Chapter 507 – Only Because He Is Shen Lian
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Actually, most heavenly immortals could not roam as freely as Shen Lian. Reason being the Taixu strategy and his exceedingly strong primordial spirit.
The Taixu strategy comprises the Dao of Yin-Yang and Five Elements. Such principle exists regardless of the realm. The only difference, if any, lies in the details.
The Dao of Yin-Yang and Five elements formed the basis of evolution. Therefore, it was thought that only Shen Lia possess the foundation to cast any technique. But it was not unlimited. The emulation of any supernatural Dao techniques would require profound understanding and memory. This aspect requires an enormous primordial spirit to act as a support.
Even a heavenly immortal could not have infinite memory. As Zhuangzhou said, life is bounded, and knowledge is boundless. To put it in another way, there is a limit to an individual, whereas the universe is infinite. To contain the limitless with the limited was simply impossible.
Shen Lian could not boundlessly emulate all Dao techniques, it was just that his primordial spirit was large enough to accommodate many things. It resulted in his ability to display many supernatural Dao techniques he has ever seen, to obtain its charms and to be able to emulate it to a large extent.
Whether it was a good or a bad thing was difficult for Shen Lian to discern, because no one would be able to say for sure whether it was necessary to retain the memories in order to reach the next level.
Some people specialized in one, unaffiliated with the secular mortal world. Ultimately ascending to the heavens as an immortal, attaining the Great Way.
Some people were born with talent, but because they could not choose between them, they struggled in the secular mortal world. Only managed to escape from the secular mortal world after much hardship, ultimately also attaining the Great Way.
There was no difference between the two.
Similarly, Shen Lian did not compare with Emperor Xia. The Emperor, dressed in black and yellow, stared blankly at the True Samadhi Fire before throwing a punch at it.
The True Samadhi fire that could burn everything could naturally burn the fist. However, just as the wind would aid the flame; if the wind is too strong all of a sudden, the fire would be put out before it could burn intensely.
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What was even more terrifying was that a dominating punch of that extent had merely extinguished the fire without hurting anything else.
As to locking down on Shen Lian’s Qi dynamic, Emperor Xia did not do it. Because once the True Samadhi Fire has been lit, that would mean that Shen Lian has given up on the thought. Naturally, it would not be possible to pursue it.
The attention of Emperor Xia returned to the stone sculpture, where the surging demonic characteristic did not dwindle one bit. A blade rang in the depths of Xia Palace, and in an instant, a demonic blade had appeared in the hands of Emperor Xia. He struck the stone sculpture with the blade, and the stone sculpture finally had eyes.
It was not easy to describe that pair of eyes. If one were to insist on describing, ‘spirited’ would be the word.
The strike of the blade by Emperor Xia had concurrently carved out two eyes, giving life to the sculpture. Anyone staring at the stone sculpture would have the impression that the stone sculpture was staring at him.
At last, both the sculpture and the demonic blade were moved to the depths of Xia Palace by burly men.
Emperor Xia smiled at Lei Jing, and said: “I am very satisfied with this gift.”
Lei Nuo was scared to death and could only send eye gestures to his wife. Si Jiang knew her husband’s concerns and she, too, was worried about her daughter. She left her position, performed a curtsey and went on to say: “Brother, Jing Er is young and ignorant. Us husband and wife would be willing to bear today’s fault in her stead.”
Emperor Xia laughed and said, “Wrong? Jing Jing did no wrong. Not only that, she also deserves merit. You only thought the person who used Jing Er in offering the stone sculpture would be able to hurt me, but did not know that he would certainly remain in the Xia Palace. Since he has come, then don’t bother leaving.”
He cast a cold eye towards Lei Jing, and asked: “Say it, who is that person? Tell uncle and you shall be substantially rewarded.”
Lei Jing clenched her lips and said nothing.
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Emperor Xia took one step forward and continued: “Are you going to tell, or not?”
Lei Jing lowered her head under the presence of Emperor Xia. Like a grass placed in a storm, even if it quivered, there were no sign of being uprooted.
Emperor Xia was very intimidating. Not mentioning a frail lady such as Lei Jing, apart from the hard-headed Xin Lie, no one in the remaining eleven aristocratic families would dare be willful towards Emperor Xia.
It was well-known what became of Xin Lie. Therefore, fellow courtiers secretly sigh, for it will mark the end for noblewoman Jing if she refused to speak.
Emperor Xia laughed coldly: “Truly the offspring of the Si family.”
Si Jiang knelt in front of Emperor Xia, and said, “Brother, if you want to punish my daughter, punish me as well.”
Emperor Xia said: “You are threatening me.”
“How could I threaten you,” Si Jiang quavered.
The meaning of this sentence is only clear to Emperor Xia and Si Jiang, because Si Jiang had witnessed her own brother killing her father.
“Why trouble a child when Your Majesty is looking for me?” The sound of faint solitude was heard passing into the main hall, like the arrival of a spring breeze, calming the disturbance in the main hall.
Lei Jing bit her lip and stared out of the hall. A white cloud floated into the main hall, above it stood a handsome youth. He was not wearing any gold armor, but just the fact that he came had already put people at ease.
She told herself in her heart, “Mister is more courageous than anyone else.”
To find a place that is more dangerous than the current Xia Palace, there surely be. But it will never exceed the numbers countable with a hand.
At the same time, fellow courtiers also saw the person who stirred up the stormy situations in Diqiu all these while. They thought he would be a Daoist or a monk with white hair and beard. Never would they have thought that he would be a handsome youth.
But as if it was natural and logical, the white clouds under his feet descended on the marble stone of the main hall before immediately dispersing. His deep eyes seemed like the vast sky laid hidden within it.
Emperor Xia thought this man would flee, but he did not expect him to show up. He actually dared show up.
Shen Lian shocked Ying Lung. All of the images, which includes killing his most faithful dog – Ming Luo, as well as the small confrontation between them, were nothing compared to his unperturbed entrance into the main hall.
Even Emperor Xia was surprised. Had it been him, would he had shown up?
The answer put him in shame because he could not say for certain.
He remembered his deceased father once said: “My son possessed valor surpassing others, and would have no match in the world. But he has yet to be considered as greatly courageous.”
Emperor Xia was dismissive at that time. However, in this moment, he truly knew what would truly be considered as greatly courageous.
Shen Lian stood there, his physique still seemed a little weak. But what hid within that fragile body was not only astonishing power, more so a fearless heart.
Shen Lian came, it was something even he did not predict, but he still came nonetheless. There was no specific reason, he came just because he was Shen Lian.
It seemed abstruse. But in reality, this was only a matter of course. After the probing, he knew what he needed to know. What was unclear required a large amount of blood seal, in order to study the of the bloodline of the Xia clan.
But nothing in the world could be perfect.
He would not stand by and allow Lei Jing to suffer in order to conceal his whereabouts.
Furthermore, he has nothing to fear. The matter of life and death have long been an accepted fact. Furthermore, what could happen that would be worse than Emperor Xia approaching him with rage after the probing?
This stimulating feeling derived from ‘venturing deep into the mountains with full knowledge that there are tigers’ made his heart of Dao more acute.
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