Chapter 146: Chapter 126: Four Wings
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“Where did this bald monk come from? He seems to have profound cultivation!”
At dusk, Feng Qing’an gazed at the distant west, where a thin golden light shot up into the sky. It was particularly striking against the gradually darkening sky.
This golden light was different from the righteous aura gradually returning to his residence. At first glance, the two might seem similar, but Feng Qing’an had no particular reaction to his own golden light. If anything, it could eliminate the distracting thoughts in his mind and allowed him to cultivate more quickly.
But the golden light at the horizon, unobservable by ordinary people, was different. If he stared for too long, Buddhist chants would echo in his mind, which annoyed him greatly.
Feng Qing’an knew where the golden light came from. It was from a temple built by an old monk who arrived in the vicinity late last year. Surprisingly, this old monk was truly wealthy.
Of course, he also relied on the donations and efforts of local landlords. The old monk possessed genuine skills, so convincing these landlords to contribute money and effort was not difficult.
However, Feng Qing’an only went to look from afar on the day the Bodhi Monastery was completed due to the extraordinary golden light. He had not approached it since and was not interested in Buddhism, even if the old monk within was a genuinely skilled monk.
He was not interested in becoming a saintly monk. He did not want to abide by any of the stringent rules of Buddhism. Not even mentioning the prohibition against lust, he couldn’t even tolerate the rule against eating meat.
Therefore, if he actually wanted to practice cultivation, he would choose Taoism and Immortal Cultivation. Ideally, he could be like Yun, practicing the sword sheath, soaring through the wind with his sword, exterminating demons – how unrestrained that would be.
Feng Qing’an had indeed asked Yun for cultivation skills, but the Lord of You Huang Ghost Country straightforwardly told him she could teach divine powers and spells, but couldn’t and didn’t dare to teach the basic cultivation skills.
The young man remembered the lord saying that after her reincarnation, it took her a great deal of time to awaken. By the time she woke up, an incredibly long time had already passed, so the Taoism cultivation skills she possessed were very ancient inheritance.
In the Immortal Way, even the fundamental methods of cultivation practiced by immortals undergo minor changes over time. Modifying once or twice may not make much difference. However, hundreds or thousands of modifications could entirely change a tradition or make it much more complex.
Therefore, Yun believed that her Immortal cultivation methods might have been good once, but by now, they might have been outdated, confined to the classics for reference, and were unsuitable for practice.
You could practice them, but post-cultivation, in comparison to current cultivators of the same level, there might be many more weaknesses, which others could exploit. Despite equivalent Cultivation, one might be overwhelmed in a duel.
After some explanation, Feng Qing’an had to accept this reason. Although he had no particular desires, even an outdated version would suffice. But Yun refused to teach.
She believed that if Feng Qing’an wanted to practice Immortal Cultivation, he should practice the most profound and top-tier methods of today, not the ancient traditions she knew.
While the basic methods could be modified, they were tasks that only immortal beings, with lifespans over eight hundred or thousands of years, could slowly carry out. Ordinary cultivators were better off choosing the right methods from the beginning, rather than changing while practicing.
“Things are getting busier!”
Feng Qing’an knew that he had once attracted heavenly tribulation, but he did not know how large an area his heavenly tribulation spanned and how far the influence had spread.
Though he felt a bit uneasy about the appearance of the Bodhi Monastery, he didn’t take it to heart, as Yun had told him that a small temple could be razed with a single sword.
Thus, Feng Qing’an carried on with his usual habits without much change, and his daily cultivation was orderly and unaffected.
She condensed the seventh Soul Contract, stepped into the domain of the Heavenly Beast Master, and as a result, his Soul Power transformed.
Only by condensing the tenth Soul Contract and making a contract with a Spirit whose potential or power is above the Lord level would he be considered a qualified Heavenly Beast Master.
As for the target of the contract, Feng Qing’an chose the giant skeleton he was still cultivating.
Though he had been tirelessly permeating it with Soul Power for nearly half a year, turning the giant’s skull and some of its collarbones a golden-red color that glowed faintly, waking this giant was still a long way off.
However, he had plenty of time to prepare, as the cultivation of a Heavenly
Beast Master was becoming increasingly difficult. The feedback from the Soul Contract only provided a tiny improvement, and his own cultivation only saw minuscule improvement every few days.
His cultivation had moved from rapid progress to slow accumulation. Every advancement required a period of preparation.
Such slow cultivation, especially when the effects were hardly noticeable, tested a beast tamer’s temperament and tenacity. He had thought about seeking Yun’s assistance. However, after some discussion, Feng Qing’an still chose to slowly accumulate Soul Power on his own.
Making rapid progress throughout the cultivation process was not necessarily a good thing. This could mean that the cultivator might get accustomed to it. Once there was stagnation, or they encountered a barrier, they might become frustrated and find it hard to accept the stagnant state..
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