Zhang Yan took a closer look at it. It was an ancient bronze tripod with three ancient words "Suppressing Turbid Tripod" on it. Looking at it closely, he could feel a trace of the unique Qi of cultivators.
According to the Daoist boy, this cauldron should have been sent by Master Shi Shoujing.
However, instead of giving him the alchemy dao book, he just had to give him a copper cauldron. What was the meaning of this?
Everything the masters of the Xuanmen did had a hidden meaning, and Shi Shoujing would not give him something for no reason. She must have wanted to use the cauldron to express something to him.
"Ding, ding …"
Zhang Yan paced back and forth, pondering over the mystery. Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks and thought of a possibility. Could it be that the Guru was referring to … Hercules?
Although the name "Hercules" sounded awe-inspiring, those who truly knew him would never think so.
This was because most of the Strongmen were registered disciples without any foundation or rogue cultivators.
Cultivating to the Essence Building Realm, if one was unable to open their Meridians for a long time, then as they grew older, and passed their peak period, the Meridians would not be as strong as before, which would completely cut off the possibility of opening their Meridians.
Therefore, when some disciples knew that their path to immortality was hopeless, they simply dispersed all their vitality into their limbs and bones, using it to nourish their muscles and bones, turning them into a strong warrior.
If one's cultivation could advance a step further, they could rely on the power of the sect to cultivate their body with secret medicines. They could also infuse their body with golden sand, which could make their body even more resilient.
The so-called "Carry the Cauldron Strong Man", only referred to those cultivators who had become strong men in the Essence Building Realm.
When it came to the Upper House, there were titles such as "Mountain Pulling Strongman", "Ocean Overturning Strongman", "Sky Overturning Strongman" and so on. Although they seemed to be powerful, they were actually completely reliant on external objects. Moreover, they were cut off from the path of Qi Cultivation and were reduced to thugs of the sect.
It could be said that they were completely tools in the hands of others.
Zhang Yan had heard that because of the large appetites of those strong men, they would use a large cauldron to cook every meal. Could it be that Shi Shoujing was giving him a cauldron as a metaphor for his future, reminding him of the path he should choose in the future, hoping that he would become a strong man?
The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed.
Shi Shoujing wanted him to take the initiative to concede and hand over the cultivation resources that originally belonged to him to the other disciples instead of fighting with them for them.
Was this reminding him that the only way to protect himself was to walk a different path from everyone else?
Zhang Yan snorted. This was enough to show that although Shi Shoujing had accepted him as an inner disciple, she did not think highly of his aptitude, nor did she think highly of his prospects. She had only reluctantly accepted him as an inner disciple for some reason.
He glanced at the bronze cauldron and believed that when this cauldron was delivered, many people must have seen it along the way. Shi Shoujing might have even deliberately let the disciples know of this news. This was a clear and unmistakable signal to the outside world: although the three masters had accepted Zhang Yan as a disciple, they had no intention of redistributing the cultivation resources. Instead, they had arranged for Zhang Yan to walk another path.
Therefore, although the action of sending the cauldron seemed to be a tactful persuasion, in fact, it was the decision of the three masters that could not be changed!
Zhang Yan sneered. How could his own path of cultivation be decided by others?
He was not willing to be just a strong man. That was just a servant or a guard. What was the point of seeking that kind of longevity?
The goal of immortal cultivation was to transcend. If he was enslaved by others, what was the point of becoming an immortal? What was the point of cultivating?
As for Shi Shoujing saying that his achievements were limited, he was even more dismissive. He had come this far from being a registered disciple with no background. Hadn't he also become an inner disciple?
It could be seen that the future was not always the same. The fact that he could come this far was proof!
On the contrary, people like his predecessor who did not think of making progress and only waited for others to bestow upon them opportunities might have already been locked up by the Zhou family and sent back home to serve their wives and clans.
Only by constantly improving one's cultivation was one's foundation. Everything else was just an illusion!
Sneering, he circled around the cauldron twice. Zhang Yan's heart moved and a bold idea suddenly appeared in his mind.
From the aura, he could feel that this cauldron was not an ordinary item. It could be considered an artifact. He didn't need to test it to know that if he put food in it, the cauldron would remove the impurities and boil the essence, so that it wouldn't swallow a large amount of useless impurities.
At this moment, Zhang Yan saw another use from it.
This cauldron itself had the effect of removing the impurities and retaining the essence!
Once he thought of this, his eyes lit up. He immediately went out and circled around. He called many children to gather more dry firewood.
He was now an inner disciple. Although the treatment was different from the children of the aristocratic families, his identity was real. He could even keep his own slaves. With one command from him, how could the children dare to disobey?
Not only that, they'd even racked their brains for this matter, all for the sake of obtaining Zhang Yan's recognition. In their opinion, if they were able to obtain Zhang Yan's recognition, then perhaps they would be able to act like Bian Qiao and the others.
Thus, in less than two hours, Zhang Yan's cave abode was filled with firewood that was enough to last him for half a month. Some of the Daoist children, thinking themselves clever, even caught some wild food and sent it over. Zhang Yan did not refuse and accepted all of them. Then, he chased the Daoist children out and blocked the stone that sealed the door.
He divided the firewood into fifteen piles, which corresponded to the number of half a month, so that the copper cauldron could steam it. Fortunately, the cave was spacious and he still had a place to stand.
He gathered so much firewood, not to cook food, but to use the effect of the cauldron to attack with the cauldron's fire, to force out the Qi in the Dan orifice and to temper it!
He moved the copper cauldron to a pile of firewood and used a bamboo pipe to guide the spring water flowing down the stone wall into the cauldron. When it was halfway filled, he ignited the firewood below.
Not long after, the water in the cauldron began to boil. He took off his clothes and jumped into the cauldron.
Last time when he fought with Wang Lie, he learned that under the stimulation of the extreme environment, or at the moment of life and death, the Dan orifice could be opened and the Qi overflowed. However, this method was too dangerous. Secondly, without a large number of elixirs, it was inevitable to make mistakes. It could be said to be an extremely extreme method.
Now that he thought about it, if Chen Feng really wanted to use this method to temper his Qi, then he might have had some difficulties and had to take the risk.
According to his deduction, aside from other means, the elders of the sect should have a way to help the younger generation to temper their Qi, which was more stable and less likely to cause accidents.
In fact, what he thought was close to the truth. When the disciples of the aristocratic families reached the stage of tempering their Qi, they would usually be helped by the elders to open the Dan orifice, guide the Qi, and then slowly refine it themselves. This process was not a day, because the elders of the sect would also consume their Qi, which depended on each person's cultivation.
Generally speaking, it would take one to four hours a day, and then slowly meditate to recover Qi. In about half a month, the Qi would be completely refined.
Therefore, this test was not difficult for the disciples who had the inheritance of magic arts.
As for Zhang Yan, he did not have an elder to learn from, so he could only rely on himself.
The heat in the cauldron was getting stronger and stronger. Zhang Yan had to start operating his Qi to resist.
At this time, he saw the magic of this cauldron. The firewood had been burning for a long time, but there was no smoke or fire in the entire cave, and even the walls of the cauldron were warm. However, the heat was not like ordinary steam, but it was constantly seeping into his muscles and bones.
He knew that this was not ordinary steam, but equivalent to a master whose magic power was much higher than his, constantly using his Qi to force him.
Feeling a faint pain in his internal organs, he quickly swallowed a Positive Source Dan, and tried his best to drive his Qi to resist the heat. However, the heat kept coming, making it hard for him to breathe.
Gradually, the Qi was consumed more and more, but he still tried his best to force out the Qi from his almost dried up meridians. He knew that this was the most critical moment. Even though his face was red, and his body was red as if it was cooked, he still clenched his teeth and persevered.
After about a quarter of an hour, his Qi was completely used up. At this time, there was a "boom" in his ears, and the tightly closed Dantian acupoint opened again. However, this time, because the external fire kept seeping in, the Dantian acupoint did not close. Instead, Yuan Qi kept gushing out, fighting with the external fire.
This Yuan Qi was constantly consumed, and the turbid Qi in the cauldron was constantly refined by the heat in the cauldron, and then turned into the purest Qi. Zhang Yan's skin constantly seeped out black impurities. Even though this filth was stinky, he had no time to care about it at this moment.
Once he felt that his body could not hold on any longer, he swallowed a dan to protect his meridians and internal organs. Through his thoughts, he constantly guided them, vowing to squeeze out all the Yuan Qi hidden deep in the Dantian acupoint.
Every time a pile of firewood burned out, he would move it to another pile of firewood, so as not to interrupt the fire in the cauldron.
For three days and three nights, Zhang Yan did not come out of his room, and only refined his Yuan Qi in the cauldron.
After swallowing no less than twenty-six Positive Source Dans, the Yuan Qi in his body had been refined by more than half, but at this time he encountered a difficulty. No matter how hard he tried, there was still a last trace of Yuan Qi that had not been refined in his Dantian acupoint.
Just when he was feeling a little impatient, suddenly a sentence from the "Clear Qi Scripture" suddenly flashed through his mind:
"The heart is dead, the spirit is alive, the Qi moves on its own"!
His mind suddenly became clear, after refining his Yuan Qi to this point, it was already a matter of course. However, he was too anxious, and his thoughts were too heavy, causing him to lose the true meaning of the natural Dao Law, causing the flow of his Qi to be impeded. Instead, it caused his Yuan Qi to shrink, causing it to stop moving forward.
At this moment, wasn't it similar to when he was in the Essence Building Realm?
Thinking of this, Zhang Yan's mind became clear, and he stuffed the rest of the dans into his mouth. He simply did not pay attention to the changes in the Yuan Qi, and just guarded his Dan Acupoint, as if his whole body was empty.
Originally, he had already reached the last step, and was only a step away from the door. At this moment, he suddenly woke up, and understood the true meaning. The three treasures were quiet, and he no longer had any worries. While he was half awake, the last trace of Yuan Qi slowly rose from his Dan Acupoint. The turbid Qi fell down heavily, Yin and Yang separated, and then combined with the previously refined Yuan Qi. After circulating 36 times in his meridians, it finally returned to his Dan Acupoint, and remained motionless.
The firewood under the cauldron had burned out, Zhang Yan opened his eyes, and a flickering light flashed in his eyes. The originally dim interior of the Immortal's Cave was now as clear as day in his eyes.
At this point, his cultivation had already reached perfection, and he had officially crossed the stage of "Quenching Yuan Qi to Desolation". In one step, he had stepped into the realm of "Yuan Cheng Entering True". All of the Internal Qi in his body had already been transformed into Yuan Zhen Qi, and his strength was more than three times what it was before. Both of his arms had the strength of 3000 pounds, his eyes could see the stars in the sky, and he could see a quiet pond.
Now, he only needed to spend some time to increase his Yuan Zhen Qi, consolidate his realm, and then he would be able to open his meridians!
Zhang Yan remembered the "Mysterious Internal Meditation Manual", and thought: "Isn't this the Heavens helping me?"
Even though this book was full of twists and turns, and was difficult for others, but he had the broken jade in his hand, so he could try again and again without fear of failure. When he succeeded in opening his meridians, he would like to see the expressions of those masters and disciples!
He looked at the heavy and clumsy Suppression Cauldron under him, and it seemed that others could not wait for his cultivation progress to be too slow, so they specially came to help him. Thinking of this, he could not help but laugh, and recited in a clear voice: "Others use the cauldron to persuade me not to fight, but I use the cauldron to temper my Yuan Zhen Qi, and the mortal heart of the Dao of Heavenly Secrets, all the calculations are for nothing!"
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