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Yin Immortal
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Great Zhou Dynasty, Western Seven States, the first family Chu Family.
The ancestors of the Chu Family were renowned generals who fought against the barbarians in the previous dynasty and later assisted Zhou Wen Di in establishing the nation, contributing significantly to the foundation of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
After the founding of the nation, the ancestors of the Chu Family were granted the title of Korean King and established their capital in Jianzhou.
The Chu Family was aware of their merits and, rather than choosing fertile lands in Central Plains, opted for the barren and desolate Western Seven States, supporting three hundred thousand households, vowing to resist the barbarians for generations and protect the nation’s borders.
The descendants of the Chu Family took this as a warning; to show their loyalty, they paid taxes and tributes punctually every year without any deductions, being extremely cautious.
Moreover, during several turbulent times in the court, the Chu Family provided timely protection and support for the throne, earning them respect from all officials who found no grounds for impeachment.
In the ninety years of the Great Zhou Dynasty, they established their position for over sixty years.
The noble title of the Chu Family was passed down through generations. By the fourth generation under King Han Chumang, fate played a trick on them; despite having eleven wives and concubines, Chu Mang had no legitimate son, only a single daughter named Princess Xiangyi, which became widely known.
As spring approached, the Chu Family prepared for a ritual.
The large Mansion of Han Wangfu had already been renovated in advance; everyone was fasting, and a fire altar was set up. The kitchen was filled with slaughtered livestock, being cooked in large oil pots, with everyone in the royal residence bustling about.
Choosing to hold the ritual at the beginning of spring was simple: "A year’s plan starts in spring." Chu Mang was already preparing for a lack of heirs to inherit his legacy.
In the early morning, in an inconspicuous room in the back courtyard of Han Wangfu,
Lu Chen lay on his bed, quietly gazing at the ceiling.
"Day..."
"Deserved to be cut off from descendants..."
Spitting out a thick phlegm that stuck to the ground, Lu Chen couldn't help but curse.
At just fifteen years old, Lu Chen was the personal servant of Princess Xiangyi, and today he happened to have a day off. However, he wasn't exactly a servant, as servants don't typically specialize in getting beaten up.
To put it nicely, he was a sparring partner; in reality, he was a living target for the Princess to practice her martial arts.
Thinking of Princess Xiangyi made Lu Chen grit his teeth in anger. He wished he could take out his frustrations on her pampered body. In the depths of his mind, he began to reminisce about the days gone by.
Two years ago, Lu Chen was favored by Buddha and worked as an oil boy at the Eastern Shaolin Temple within the Western Seven States.
However, due to his impure thoughts, he was kicked out.
Lu Chen was born into poverty and had never seen his parents. Since he could remember, he had been living among beggars on the streets, learning the art of flattery.
It was precisely because of his silver tongue that two years ago, he caught the eye of a Korean Princess, who invited him into Han Wangfu as a human punching bag, wishing for death but unable to escape.
The reason he was expelled from Shaolin Temple was that he had sneaked into the Scripture Repository to peek at some scriptures and was caught red-handed by an old monk sweeping the floor.
It was no wonder he did this; after enduring a life of hunger and cold, who wouldn't want to learn some skills and enjoy wealth and honor?
In the end, the old monk showed him mercy and didn't report the incident to the disciplinary court, sparing Lu Chen from a painful punishment.
Reaching under his bamboo pillow, he took out a worn-out book that he had taken from the Scripture Repository when leaving Eastern Shaolin.
Lu Chen silently rejoiced that the sweeping monk was kind-hearted and not like some old beggars who favored young boys.
"Lesser Yin Classic."
Lu Chen casually flipped through the pages, a smirk appearing on his face.
He had read this book many times before. It was not some Shaolin secret technique, nor could it even be considered a Qigong mental method; it was just an ordinary scripture, obscure and difficult to understand, leaving him extremely disappointed.
Lu Chen turned over, facing away from the window to continue reading.
At that moment, sunlight streamed through the window, and as the light refracted, Lu Chen surprisingly noticed that beneath each line of scripture, there were faintly glowing words.
The words were inconspicuous, as if sealed in wax; without the light refracting, it would have been impossible to see them. Moreover, Lu Chen discovered that he had to turn the book upside down to clearly read those words.
To embed text within thin paper using such a method was certainly not something an ordinary person could accomplish, and the content inside could not possibly be an ordinary Sutra. Lu Chen rubbed his eyes and flipped through several more pages to confirm he wasn't mistaken.
Indeed, he was not mistaken; there were indeed hard-to-detect words beneath each line of scripture. He turned to the first page of the Lesser Yin Classic, starting from the first word of the first line.
“To practice this skill, one must first enter a dream.”
This was the beginning of those words. Lu Chen covered his face with the book and fell into deep thought. This was a form of martial arts, and it was quite strange; it required one to practice while sleeping? Moreover, one had to enter a dream.
Among all practices, only Qigong is considered superior in all methods, and among Qigong, it is only the dominating and powerful techniques that stand out. The ancestors of Han Wangfu and Chu Family relied on their iron fists to help establish the Great Zhou Dynasty.
However, the words in this Lesser Yin Classic did not resemble any written Qigong. To go through such great lengths to create this text yet not teach any Qigong techniques or mantras instead writing something incomprehensible felt somewhat like a common product!
Lu Chen flipped to the last page for the final sentence.
“Only by mastering the yin can one achieve the path!”
Suffix: "Burial Master!"
"This book might have been left by Burial Master," Lu Chen murmured.
The four generations of the Eastern Shaolin monks were gathered together, and Wu Ancestor looked sorrowful. Lu Chen was previously the most senior monk, with the Dharma name Evil. However, among the four generations of monks, there were no generational names.
"This person might be known by the older monks in the temple!" Lu Chen covered his face with the book again, shutting out the outside world, fully immersed in the teachings of sages.
"Lu Chen, what were you mumbling just now?" At that moment, a loud knocking on the door startled Lu Chen awake.
The voice was female, not particularly clear but very sharp.
Lu Chen tossed the book aside and jumped up like a startled rabbit, hurriedly replying, "N-nothing, Princess, I was just reading!"
The one knocking was none other than King Han's only daughter, Princess Xiangyi, named Chu Yuzhu, who was the same age as Lu Chen.
"Nothing?" Chu Yuzhu hesitated for a moment before saying, "If there's nothing, then come out and practice. This Princess just learned a set of grappling techniques from Second Master."
Chu Yuzhu's Second Master was the second-in-command of the Chu Family's guards, named Huang Jiao, nicknamed "Shocking Seven States."
In Lu Chen's view, this person might indeed have the ability to shock seven states; his mastery of Qigong had reached the second level of Unity of Man, capable of striking down lions, tigers, and elephants with a single punch.
Lu Chen trembled as he ran over to open the door; he dared not be negligent. When the eldest sister personally visited a servant's quarters, it was an honor, and failing to entertain her properly could lead to punishment.
As soon as the wooden door opened, he saw a charming girl standing at the entrance with her hands on her hips. She wore a flag cap and high-waisted riding boots, dressed entirely in fiery red. Her expression was extremely displeased, clearly indicating that she was unhappy with how long it took Lu Chen to answer.
Lu Chen chuckled awkwardly and apologized before seriously saying, "Princess, I'm not feeling well today and have taken a leave. You should go find someone else."
Chu Yuzhu's practice partner was not just Lu Chen; there were others as well, and he naturally wanted to avoid it if he could.
"Hmph, if they were capable, would this Princess need to seek you out?" Chu Yuzhu said with a stern face, scolding him.
Lu Chen was just about to find a reasonable excuse to back out when, unexpectedly, Chu Yuzhu moved like lightning, grabbing Lu Chen's shoulder and pressing down hard. A sound like breaking bamboo echoed through the air.
Lu Chen immediately cried out in pain, wailing, "Sister, spare me!"
Chu Yuzhu pouted her pink lips and said, "This is the first move; don't be anxious, there are still seventeen more moves for this Princess to demonstrate slowly."
Lu Chen felt a chill run down his spine, cold sweat pouring from his forehead.
"I can't take it anymore; my bones are going to break!"
"The Imperial Physician inside the residence prepared Bruise Ointment; it's very effective," Chu Yuzhu clapped her hands and said.
"Ah, I'm going to die." Lu Chen suddenly collapsed on the ground, motionless.
"Lu Chen, what's wrong with you? I remember you used to get knocked out too, but it seemed like nothing happened afterward!" Chu Yuzhu looked at the motionless Lu Chen in confusion.
"Princess, why are you still here? The sun is up; the prince is about to start the ritual and is sending people everywhere looking for you!"
A martial artist dressed in a formal outfit with a handlebar mustache rushed in from outside. This person was Huang Jiao, the Second Leader of the Han Prince's Guard.
"Second Master, what happened to him?" Chu Yuzhu pointed at Lu Chen on the ground.
Huang Jiao glanced at Lu Chen, frowned slightly, and then said, "Don't worry about him; he's just a servant. Everyone is waiting for you. Hurry up; we can't miss the time."
Chu Yuzhu glanced at Lu Chen again and then went out with Huang Jiao.
After a while, Lu Chen suddenly woke up.
He saw his eyes rolling back, frothing at the mouth, and his body shaking violently as if it were being sifted. He shook and crawled to stand up in the room, quickly closing the door behind him.
Even playing dead had to look convincing; he couldn't leave any traces behind.
He must have at least suffered a shoulder fracture earlier, but having often trained as a sparring partner, he had long mastered a method for setting bones.
He lifted one leg of the wooden bed with one hand, pressed down on his injured arm, and then found the exact spot of the fracture to push, pull, and squeeze hard. A burning pain surged through his arm.
"If this continues, I'm doomed. I, Lu Chen, don't want to die here in such a pathetic way." Han Wangfu would distribute a few taels of silver each month; if it weren't for that, Lu Chen would have run away long ago.
If he just blindly went out like this without any skills, he would only end up as a beggar.
"If only there were ready-made Qigong techniques and moves!"
After setting his bone, Lu Chen lay back down on the bed, talking to himself.
He assessed his physical condition; it wasn't great. Qigong, like other martial arts paths, must first be built upon a strong Flesh. Combining Qigong techniques and moves could unleash tremendous power.
A strong body includes Flesh Wounds, organs, and Bones.
He had heard of some deeply skilled Qigong practitioners whose bones were as strong as steel, capable of smashing iron plates. Their tendons were incredibly resilient, stretching tenfold without breaking.
Only such a robust Flesh could withstand the flood-like cleansing of True Qi, rendering them immune to all poisons and diseases.
"When will I be able to achieve something like this?"
As he pondered, Lu Chen took out the Lesser Yin Classic from under his pillow and began to read.
He was reading those words, which, although not like Qigong techniques, felt more interesting than the Sutras, not obscure or dull.
"The soul is yang, the spirit is yin; yang is the body, yin is the divine. Cultivate yang through qi, cultivate yin through law. All things have spirituality, and humans have Yin Spirit..."
The content above emphasizes that humans have a soul and spirit, and in this world, besides following the martial path of Qigong, there exists another extremely mysterious path called Yin Zhen.
Focusing on Yin Spirit, making Yin Spirit a reality!
Lu Chen thought for a moment; all the experts he had seen practiced Qigong. Back when he was at Eastern Shaolin, those monks and elders also practiced Qigong. It was indeed the first time he had heard of practicing Yin Spirit.
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