Chapter 84: Chapter 67: When Astounding Dao Inheritance Meets Astounding Dao Wisdom

“Mixed Refining Origin, Commander of Ten Thousand Truths… What does that even mean? I don’t get it. I don’t get it at all!”

It took Jiang Yi an entire night to finish listening to the Qi Cultivation Chapter of the Dao Inheritance taught by True Master Xuanmiao.

The full text was around three to four thousand words long, each one profound and obscure. Its complexity was simply appalling!

Even though True Master Xuanmiao had summarized its essence into the seven-word mantra, “Mixed Refining Origin, Commander of Ten Thousand Truths.”

Jiang Yi could still only grasp its surface-level meaning, unable to penetrate the mysteries within.

“I’m tired. You can try to comprehend it on your own, Xiao Jiang.

Don’t be discouraged. Even a True Inheritance Dao Material from the Ancestral Sect, someone with outstanding, unparalleled talent and Dao Wisdom, wouldn’t dare claim to have grasped seventy or eighty percent of it in under three to five months.

The fact that you could memorize it in one night is already amazing… MEOW.”

True Master Xuanmiao meowed lazily a couple of times, a hint of impatience showing on its round face.

After all, it was a cat. Expecting it to provide careful instruction and patient guidance was asking a bit much.

“Please get some rest, Cat Master.”

Jiang Yi, ever good at reading a cat’s mood, didn’t press for more information.

He had a faint suspicion. ’It seems True Master Xuanmiao has never even practiced this Dao Inheritance it taught me.’

Its explanations of many parts had been stiff and recited by rote.

Whenever he asked a few too many questions, the Cat Master would hem and haw, unable to provide an answer.

It could only change the subject and talk about something else.

’Looks like I can only rely on myself.

With the Cat Master’s world-shaking Dao Inheritance and my own world-shaking Dao Wisdom, I’ll test the limits of the Celestial Book!’

Jiang Yi’s gaze sharpened, his eyes filled with determination.

With a flicker of thought, the page of golden paper materialized before his eyes.

[I beg the Celestial Book, show me the complete essence of the Dao Inheritance taught by True Master Xuanmiao]

With a HUM, the golden paper trembled.

[Deduction Time: Sixty-four years]

Jiang Yi’s brow furrowed. That was far too long.

’It’s true that for Cultivators, spending a sixty-year cycle or more comprehending a Technique or entering seclusion to practice is common, but where would a mere Qi Cultivation Lower Cultivator find that much time to spare?’

’This is especially true for the Demon Dao Dharma Lineage. Everyone is racing against time to raise their Cultivation, just waiting to reach the peak of the Twelfth Layer before turning back to address their weak foundations and shallow reserves.’

’It seems the Perfect Dao Inheritance from the Cat Master is truly extraordinary. Just reaching the entry-level takes sixty-four years—more than a full cycle.’

With a thought, he dismissed the query and reconsidered.

A moment later, the golden paper lit up again.

[I beg the Celestial Book, taking a True Inheritance Dao Material from an Ancestral Sect Dharma Lineage as an example, how long would it take to comprehend the full essence and reach entry-level Small Success?]

This kind of question, which didn’t involve a direct cause-and-effect outcome, was always answered extremely quickly.

[Eight months]

’Using a True Inheritance Dao Material from the Ancestral Sect as a benchmark, they would take a little over half a year, while I would need a sixty-year cycle.’

The corner of Jiang Yi’s mouth twitched. ’Is the gap between us really that huge?’

’I have no choice but to rely on the Celestial Book to make up for my lack of Dao Wisdom.’

Jiang Yi sat for a moment longer before finally posing another question.

[I beg the Celestial Book, using “Mixed Refining Origin, Commander of Ten Thousand Truths” as the guiding principle, show me the essence of the Qi Cultivation Chapter I have received!]

[Additional condition: Present it in a way that I can understand and comprehend.]

’This format should finally work.’

The golden paper quivered, its light dazzling.

[Deduction Time: Six hours]

Jiang Yi let out a long sigh of relief.

’Breaking it down piece by piece really is the most time-efficient method.’

’Last time, analyzing the “Little Refining Yuan Fire Control Technique” took a full day and eighteen hours.

This Dao Inheritance from the Cat Master, just the Qi Cultivation Chapter alone, should be at least between the Second and Third Grades, right?

Yet this time I don’t have to wait nearly as long. Could it be that my Cultivation has improved? Or perhaps my accumulated Dao Wisdom is saving the Celestial Book some effort?’

Jiang Yi comforted himself. Although the gap between him and a True Inheritance Dao Material from the Ancestral Sect was massive, by making steady progress one step at a time, he would catch up sooner or later!

He then recalled that his original purpose for descending the mountain was to find a master. After a few twists and turns, he had finally succeeded, perfectly matching the Celestial Book’s prediction of “danger, but no harm.”

’A Perfect Dao Inheritance… something not even a True Inheritance disciple of the Ancestral Sect is guaranteed to obtain in full! I actually managed to get my hands on such a supreme treasure?

Could it be that my fate is truly on the rise?’

Jiang Yi suppressed his excitement and calmed his mind.

Whether the path ahead held pitfalls or a smooth road, he had to step forward, overcome, and climb ever upward.

This was Cultivation!

Jiang Yi carefully tucked the thin blanket around True Master Xuanmiao, then moved the brazier a little further away so the heat wouldn’t disturb the Cat Master’s sleep.

After doing all this, he quietly closed the door and left.

Once the room was quiet again, True Master Xuanmiao, who had been letting out soft purrs, secretly opened its eyes. A flash of approval glinted in its amber pupils.

’Xiao Jiang really is a good and considerate disciple.’

’Now I can really sleep without a care… MEOW!’

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Jiang Yi stepped into his Grandpa Yang Xun’s room and saw he had just returned from outside.

“Ah Yi, did you sleep well last night?”

Yang Xun brushed the snowflakes from his shoulders and clicked his tongue with a sigh.

“Word on the street is that two Upper Cultivators were passing through Longhua Mountain last night. They started fighting for some reason, and it caused quite a commotion.”

He stroked his long beard and remarked with a sigh,

“It looks like Beimang Ridge won’t be peaceful for much longer. We’ll set off for the sect first thing tomorrow morning to lie low for a while.”

Jiang Yi smiled and replied,

“With the peaks covered in heavy snow, it’s a good time for a slow journey back to wait for the new year.”

He knew in his heart that Xuan Chanzi, the man from the ruined temple last night who called himself one of the Zhongyi Sect Remnants, was likely to stir up a lot of trouble in Beimang Ridge.

’The Qianji Sect might only be an Inner Sect Dharma Lineage, but it’s still a ’legitimate Demon Cultivator’ sect that has received a Daoist Decree.’

’Even if they provoke a True Inheritance disciple from an Ancestral Sect, the other party would have to find a decent pretext before making a move. It’s a relatively safe haven, all things considered.’

Looking like an old collector who had just found a priceless treasure at a flea market, Yang Xun grinned and pointed to three long boxes on the table.

“I knew it was a good thing that old dog Lu Ting finally kicked the bucket! He’d barely breathed his last before that spendthrift grandson of his, Lu Xuan, couldn’t wait to sell off his heirlooms. It let me snag a few good items.”

Jiang Yi’s gaze shifted over. The three long boxes were made of different materials.

One was Ink Jade, one was Red Copper, and one was Agarwood.

“Three Magical Artifacts? You’ve spent too much again, Grandpa.”

Jiang Yi understood. Even the lowest-tier Magical Artifacts for the Qi Cultivation Ninth Grade were worth well over a hundred thousand talisman coins.

Defensive and offensive ones were the most expensive. For instance, the Qianji Sect’s signature White Bone Magical Sword was a constant bestseller; almost every Demon Cultivator in Beimang Ridge with some spare cash owned one.

Next in price were the Spiritual Materials and Resources used to assist with Cultivation. Demand for these always outstripped supply, and the various local Dharma Lineages loved to hoard them.

“Go on, open them up and take a look. If you like them, you can keep them all.”

Yang Xun’s eyes were full of expectation, exactly like an elder who had prepared New Year’s gifts for his grandson.

Jiang Yi didn’t refuse or put on a show of polite reluctance.

The foundation of human relationships was, after all, a single word: reciprocity.

Grandpa Yang Xun had looked out for him, and he, in turn, wouldn’t forget the kindness. He would repay it by improving the *Little Refining Yuan Fire Control Technique*.

This was the give-and-take that kept their bond strong.

Being overly polite would only create distance and weaken their connection.

Jiang Yi opened the three long boxes in order. Inside the Ink Jade Box lay a dark, heavy cloth pouch of unknown material. A faint light shimmered across its surface, and it emanated a subtle, chilly yin aura.

The Red Copper Box held a palm-sized Copper Mirror with numerous secret sigils inscribed on its back.

And in the Agarwood Box was a coiled black chain, its links interlocking like a great Mang.

“I picked these three Magical Artifacts from Lu Ting’s private collection.”

Yang Xun said, smugly twisting his beard, “His own grandson, Lu Xuan, doesn’t know what’s what. He only saw those Flying Swords and Flying Needles as treasures, but treated these real gems as second-rate junk.”

Then, he began to introduce them as if they were his own prized possessions:

“This pouch is called the ’Five Yin Pouch.’ It can capture the Five Ghosts and hold them within. On a normal day, you can order them to carry heavy objects or move boulders. In a fight, it’s also a treasure of endless uses.

The Copper Mirror is called the ’Blood Soul Mirror.’ Using your essence blood as a catalyst, it can reveal the tracks of any living creature within dozens of miles, leaving them with nowhere to hide, no matter how deep they’ve concealed themselves.

As for this ’Black Slaughter Lock,’ it’s even more incredible! First, it can summon a Yin Horse for transportation, which can cross mountains as if they were flat ground and travel a thousand li in a single night with ease.

Second, it can suppress Flying Sword Spell Banners. As long as something is entangled by this chain, a surge of slaughter qi will instantly knock it out of the air.”

The more Jiang Yi listened, the more delighted he became. These three Magical Artifacts covered offense, defense, travel, and tracking—a complete, essential kit for any Demon Cultivator venturing out to gain experience.

Every single one was a perfect tool for murder and robbery!

’I finally look like a proper Demon Cultivator!’ he thought to himself.

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