ou see online some masters or private advisors for wealthy individuals... Basically they are mostly Feng Shui masters, very few, extremely few Daoists who have achieved cultivation leave their names b...High-grade alchemy uses the spirit as the furnace, nature as the medicine, concentration as the fire, and wisdom as the water. Medium-grade alchemy uses the spirit as the furnace, qi as the medicine, the sun as the fire, and the moon as the water.Low-grade alchemy uses the body as the furnace, qi as the medicine, the heart as the fire, and the kidneys as the water.

This is the philosophy of health preservation stemming from Huang Lao's teachings in Taoism, a way of cultivating life.

"To speak of "tan" is to speak of oneness and singularity. Heaven receives one to be clear, Earth receives one to be tranquil, grain receives one to be full, and man receives one to live a long life."

Most orthodox schools of Taoism practice the cultivation methods of refining essence into qi, refining qi into spirit, refining spirit into emptiness, and refining emptiness into the Dao.

But Taoism emphasizes harmony between humanity and nature, focusing on the balance of yin and yang. There are no strict rules or doctrines, so some misguided practitioners slowly adopted methods of taking essence and qi to nourish themselves.

That evil sorcerer had once spoken through Mu Yunliang's mouth, saying what the three treasures on a woman's body were. He pointed at Li Li's mouth, chest, and crotch, expressing it in a more subtle way, but indeed there are people who walk the dark path who believe this.

Taking the essence from the tongue is called "innate wine," taking the essence from breast milk is called "Tianchi water," and taking the essence from *yin* is called "acquired wine." Practitioners who walk this path are called those who "gather the Three Treasures."

Jiang Qiyun's evaluation of this statement was simply two words of disdain: "Heretical."

This is similar to those esoteric cult leaders, they brainwash people into engaging in sexual activities for sinister purposes. The negative energy generated from these acts does indeed provide some assistance to those who have chosen the dark path.

Since even the headmaster of the Mounted Division believes in this dark sorcery, he must be connected to Situ Lin, right

"What's your relationship with Situ Lin" My brother had already spoken out.

"What I don't recognize the person you're talking about..." Ma Zhuan's face showed a conflicted and fearful expression.

Is he dressing up

"Tsk tsk, it seems like I need to get my brother-in-law to use some extreme methods to interrogate him... You keep watch here, I'll go see what that man is up to." My older brother passed the乾坤法劍 (Qiankun Fa Jian) to me.

This sword's lethality was far more brutal than that wooden peach sword. I pointed the tip of my sword at Director Ma, and with a careless flick of my wrist, I cut a gash across his cheek.

Lime powder seeped into the wound, his face involuntarily twitching and trembling. It made me feel a little sick, and I couldn't help but pull the blade back slightly.

He thought I was afraid, and quickly said, "Little girl, little girl... you look like a kind person! I didn't expect to meet a mage here! Please spare me!"

“Young girl, our wells don’t interfere with your rivers. You people in the yin-yang circle are most afraid of meddling in other people’s affairs. I haven’t harmed your interests, why do you have to make a fuss and bring trouble upon yourself!” Director Ma desperately tried to break free from the Shackle Ghost spell.

I kept silent. The clash between Situ Lin and us would likely last a long time. Even after his death, the resentment he harbored was overwhelming, and his ability to evade the underworld's pursuit with two disciples indicated that he wasn't a good person in life.

He roamed the world for over half a century, his plans so intricate that we can barely fathom them. He has even made contact with high-level government officials and possesses resources beyond our ordinary comprehension.

Moreover, his cultivation of demonic arts was formidable. If we were to calculate based on the murderous aura he emanated, tens of thousands, if not hundreds of thousands, had perished at his hands over the years. One can only wonder how he utilized this immense pool of resentment and rage to further his own practice.

As long as we find anything that might be related to Situ Lin, we must investigate it thoroughly. Otherwise, we could be ambushed by him at any time without knowing how to fight back.

“Little girl, let me go! It's not easy for a solitary soul like me to cultivate! I can only keep attaching myself to living people, and I dare not kill them! I just possess women to take their three treasures, I haven't done anything too evil! I promise I'll never offend you again——”

His desperate pleas came to an abrupt halt, followed by a trembling throughout his body. His eyes held a look of sheer terror and despair.

As I turned back, the wind swirled ominously within the hospital walls, rustling the surrounding trees. Inside, the grim reapers were busy tending to the restless spirits.

"Please… please… little girl, I promise I'll never bump into you again…"

He pleaded desperately, even tears streaming down his face, washing away the lime plaster.

I'd heard that lime was used in folk customs to ward off evil spirits, it seems to actually work. Does he think I'll soften my heart

I don't know if he has ever harmed anyone, but Jiang Qiyun warned me not to believe ghost stories. A ghost who has lost seven souls is like a person who has lost their heart. A person without a heart who is emotionally rich is abnormal.

Ghosts are eloquent and emotionally expressive, their "ghost IQ" must be very high, so high that they can deceive and mislead living people.

A chill swept over me from the ground, its imposing aura pricking at my skin. The ghostly white tiger beneath my feet let out a low growl and lowered its head in deference.

Jiang Qiyun's figure became clearer and clearer, and when he walked to my side, he was already quite full. He coldly glanced at Ma Zhuan, who had shrunk into a ball on the ground out of fear.

He reached out and touched the white tiger's head. The divine tiger, like a large cat, narrowed its eyes.

Wait a minute… this is the Divine Tiger I summoned, why are you being so affectionate towards him…

I pouted a little, with a tinge of jealousy. I wanted to touch it too! But I didn't have the guts to touch the tiger's head.

"Spare my life...spare my life..." Director Ma buried his face in the dirt, his voice trembling with terror.

Jiang Qiyun glanced at him faintly: "I haven't done anything wrong, why should I apologize When you get to the underworld, there will be a place for you."

Black Wu Chang's sinister figure materialized: "Your Majesty, the key figures are likely not here. An old hag was muttering to herself and seemed to have seen us..."

"Let her be, take this one away."

"Spare me! Spare me! My cultivation was not easy... I, I didn't bump into this, this young lady..." The ghost roared desperately for mercy.

Jiang Qiyun didn't even give her a glance, coldly stating: "Since you know it's Little Madam, seeing her and not going around is your fault."

I couldn't get a word in edgewise. Every time Jiang Qiyun made a decisive move against the ghost, I was too afraid to speak up. But I breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't completely obliterate it.

His face wasn't looking good right now, I didn't even dare to speak, just watched him cautiously.

"...Are you afraid of me" Jiang Qiyun frowned unpleasantly: "I didn't kill them in front of you, why be afraid"

"Huh I...I'm not afraid of you. I just saw that your face was serious and didn't dare to speak up..."

He cares that I'm afraid of him He seemed to have said "Don't be afraid" from the beginning, and would also ask me "Are you afraid of me" like that.

I'm not afraid of him anymore. I'm just afraid he'll leave me...

My brother's helpless voice came: "I said you two, what kind of place is this to talk about love Come here and have a look, hurry up and finish your work and go home. Wouldn't it be better to talk in bed"atures contorting into something terrifying. Scarier than a ghost!"A bloody face...This brought back some bad memories.The blood-faced ghost king who once possessed my father is...It was in the depths...