Eternal Life Begins with Taking a Wife

Boom.

Almost instantly, the vitality of the entire world became restless. The purple qi surged into Shen Ping’s body from all directions and gathered in his Dao bone along his meridians. Before obtaining the Blood Taisui, he could only absorb a wisp of purple qi every day while meditating. Now that his Dao bone had transformed, coupled with his devouring talent, he had absorbed more than thirty wisps of purple qi in less than ten breaths.

His skin was like a blower that was being blown by a large amount of purple qi. Five minutes later, the purple qi of vitality born from the rising sun disappeared.

The phenomenon around Shen Ping also dissipated. He immersed his True Spirit into his body and looked at the patterns on the surface of the Dao Bone that were condensed from vitality. It had already increased by one circle. This meant that in just five minutes, his cultivation had increased by a year.

His cultivation speed increased by more than a hundred times. If it was just the Blood Taisui, it would not be able to achieve such an effect. Most of it was caused by the Devouring talent. If the news was leaked, the entire Daoist sects in the world would be in an uproar. The Daoist temples in the famous mountains and rivers would fight for it crazily.

However, regarding this, Shen Ping was not interested at all. He did not come to this world to become a genius. Activating his teleportation talent, he returned to the Shanyang County residence.

“According to the records of the Daoist temple, only those with 500 years of cultivation can be conferred the title of Perfected Person. Even without the imperial court’s conferment, those with 1,000 years of cultivation can self-proclaim themselves as Perfected Lords. Those with more than 1,000 years of cultivation can go to famous mountains and rivers to establish sects.

“With my current cultivation speed, I should be able to reach the Perfected Lord Realm in three to four years. Hmm, I’ll settle down in the Temple of Changling for a period of time. When I have the strength of a Perfected Lord, I’ll go out and travel and ask about Mount Futu.”

He was deep in thought.

The matter of going to Mount Futu to save Xi Lengyan could not be rushed. He believed that since Xi Lengyan could obtain the Blood Taisui and escape all the way to Shanyang County, her strength and background were definitely not simple. She would not die so easily.

Three days later, the baleful aura in the ancient well in the courtyard became thin. However, Martial Uncle Ling Wu was not in a hurry to leave. He stayed for another two days and received incense money from the county office before leaving with Shen Ping in satisfaction.

The so-called wealth, companionship, law, and land, no matter what world or cultivation system, could not be separated from money and currency. The Daoist temple was no exception. Only when the incense offerings were vigorous could the Daoist temple have the foundation to nurture disciples and inherit the Dao meridians.

Back at Changling Temple, the days became boring again. Every day, besides meditating and cultivating, he did all sorts of miscellaneous things. In Martial Uncle Ling Wu’s words, this was called tempering one’s state of mind.

However, the other disciples were led by their Martial Uncle to various places in the Mount Daliang to slay demons and devils. It was obvious that they were speeding up the training of the temple’s disciples.

Therefore, most of the time, the Daoist temple was empty, and the Abbey Dean was often absent.

Shen Ping did not dare to be careless and use his devouring talent to cultivate in the Daoist temple, though. He did not forget that the Daoist temple still had an ancestor. The past ancestor statues in the Ancestral Hall were not only the target of worship every day, but also the true foundation of the Daoist temple.

As early as the first day he entered Changling Temple, his true spirit had already sensed a huge Yin Qi enveloping the Founding Ancestor. That should be the blessed land mentioned in the ancient books.

In the blink of an eye, half a year passed.

The Imperial Preceptor of Great Zhao’s remonstrance of the competition between the Dao sects in the world became more and more heated in the court. More than half of the Dao sects objected. Even the two powerful Dao sects stood up, making the Great Zhao’s Emperor hesitate and not make a final decision.

However, everyone could see that the competition for the Daoist temple was only a matter of time. After all, there were too many Daoist sects. From the 30-odd Daoist sects in the founding of Great Zhao, there were now more than 200. The number of naturalized Daoist priests exceeded 10,000. As long as they were naturalized Daoist priests, they could enjoy the salary of the imperial court and had various tax exemptions, causing the revenue of the national treasury to decrease year after year.

Shen Ping and the other disciples gathered in Changling Temple’s Ancestral Hall. In the past six months, the temple had taken in two new disciples and five Daoist children. They shared a lot of chores, making Shen Ping feel much more relaxed.

Same old rules.

The Abbey Dean first led his junior brother, Ling Wu, and his disciples to pay their respects to the Patriarch before getting down to business.

“Recently, the number of demons and ghosts in Shanyang County and the villages near Mount Daliang has increased, endangering the people. As the Daoist branch of this place, our Changling Temple has the responsibility and duty to kill demons and contribute to the world. From today onwards, Martial Uncle Ling Wu will lead a team and split into three teams to head to Mount Daliang and Shanyang County.”

Then, the Temple Master of Changling began to distribute the members, as well as the spells, swords, and other things that they needed.

Shen Ping frowned. More than half a year ago, the disciples of the temple had been busy everywhere. Why did the number of demons and ghosts increase after half a year?

“Ling Zhen, you’re good at spells and have followed Ling Wu to exorcize evil spirits. This time, you’ll lead the team and bring the two new disciples to Shanyang County.”

“Yes, Master.”

Before he left, the Temple Master of Chang Ling reminded him, “Ling Zhen, when you reach Shanyang County, you have to be steady. You can’t be too hasty. If you encounter troublesome ghosts, you have to protect your junior brothers and sisters.”

Even Martial Uncle Ling Wu reminded him in a low voice, “Put your own safety first in everything. Don’t show off. Also, remember the rules of my Changling Temple.”

Shen Ping agreed repeatedly, but he was thinking in his heart. He was afraid that slaying demons was not simple. Changling Temple had the responsibility to protect Shanyang County. Although the Daoist temple might not take the safety of the people as its responsibility, it was obvious that there was an inside story..