Chapter 133: The Unnamed Spirit Tablet
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Chapter 133: The Unnamed Spirit Tablet
After lunch, Qin Feng left the Qin residence with Lan Ningshuang.
The latter had already broken through to the sixth level of the Divine Martial the Gathered Energy Realm. She no longer needed to stay in the Heavy Abyss Formation for cultivation.
“Young Master, where are we going?” Lan Ningshuang asked.
Qin Feng lowered his head in contemplation.
For the time being, they wouldn’t go to the Medicine Hall. Although treating patients could gain Literature Qi, most of the cases were common illnesses and the Literature Qi obtained was limited.
It had been a while since he visited the Moonlit Pavilion. Today, he needed to go and talk to the Manager Peng to know about the recent profits from the restaurant.
As for the Listen To Rain Pavilion...
“Let’s go to the Listen To Rain Pavilion first,” Qin Feng said.
Not seeing Miss Cang for a day felt like three autumns had passed and he missed her greatly.
Walking on the street, vendors on both sides were constantly shouting. Since it rained heavily yesterday, many people had not opened their shops. Now that the weather was clear, they naturally hurried to set up their stalls.
Qin Feng casually looked around and a man brushed past him.
It was unclear whether the man didn’t notice or if Qin Feng wasn’t careful.
Their shoulders collided.
Qin Feng thought it was his fault for not paying attention and was about to apologize, but the man, dressed in coarse linen with a vacant expression, walked away without looking back.
“Young Master, are you okay?” Lan Ningshuang asked with concern.
Qin Feng looked at the man’s back and shook his head. He rubbed his shoulder, feeling a bit sore, as if he had bumped into an iron plate.
Could it be that they practiced the Divine Martial Dao Lineage, making their bodies so tough?
He didn’t dwell on it too much and continued forward.
In Jinyang City, there was more than one man like this. They all had vacant expressions and walked without looking at people.
When they reached a deserted alley, these people would blend into the ground and inexplicably disappear.
Outside the Listen To Rain Pavilion, Qin Feng unexpectedly saw someone.
Old Li, leaning on a crutch, was talking to that old drunkard.
Strangely, despite the short distance, they could only see their mouths moving but couldn’t hear what they were saying.
Qin Feng approached and greeted, “Senior Li.”
Old Li glanced at Qin Feng, nodded slightly, and then bid farewell to the old drunkard.
A trace of sadness flickered in the old man’s eyes as he added, “He just dissipated his entire Qi and re-cultivated the Hundred Ghosts tradition.”
“What?” Both Qin Feng and Lan Ningshaung exclaimed in surprise.
The pain one must endure to re-establish the orthodox tradition is beyond the imagination of ordinary people, especially for martial artists.
Martial cultivation involves transforming one’s blood and energy into strength, constantly refining the physical body.
To dissipate a martial artist’s cultivation, one must undergo the suffering akin to the burning of the flesh in intense fire and the agony of a thousand cuts.
Who could endure such pain?
“Senior Li, why would he do this?” Lan Ningshuang asked in confusion.
Qin Feng thought of a possibility, and a touch of sorrow crossed his eyes.
He took a deep breath, calming his emotions. “Senior Li might have chosen to scatter his cultivation, abandoning the martial path to pursue the way of the Hundred Ghosts. Perhaps it’s just to reunite with the departed comrades and see them once more.”
Lan Ningshuang widened her eyes at his words.
The old man on the wicker chair closed his eyes, swaying the chair, immersed in silence.
Qin Feng thought of the humble dwelling, the solitary figure of Senior Li. His comrades from the past had all left him, and perhaps living itself was a torment for him.
In the midst of Qin Feng’s melancholy, the old man suddenly snapped, “Why are you still standing here? Have you finished reading the books inside? You haven’t been here for a few days, don’t you know you should use your time wisely?”
“I...” Qin Feng was taken aback.
“Go on, go on, don’t stay here bothering me.” The old man waved him away.
This grumpy old man was truly inexplicable!
The right fist under Qin Feng’s sleeve involuntarily clenched. He forcefully suppressed the urge to punch the old man and entered the Listen to Rain Pavilion with resentment.
On the other side, Old Li returned to his humble dwelling.
The wine cups on the table in the courtyard were filled, and he lifted a cup,drank half of it, and spilled the rest.
Tapping the cane on the ground, the cellar opened again.
Descending the stairs, the number of wine jars increased, but the quantity of spirit tablets remained unchanged.
He gently touched the stone platform where the spirit tablets were placed, his fingers untouched by any dust.
“My old friends...” Old Li pursed his lips, surveying the surrounding spirit tablets with red eyes.
He slowly walked to the innermost part of the cellar, glanced at one of the tablets, and ran his hand over its surface.
This tablet was different from the others; no name was engraved on it.
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Chapter 133: The Unnamed Spirit Tablet
After lunch, Qin Feng left the Qin residence with Lan Ningshuang.
The latter had already broken through to the sixth level of the Divine Martial the Gathered Energy Realm. She no longer needed to stay in the Heavy Abyss Formation for cultivation.
“Young Master, where are we going?” Lan Ningshuang asked.
Qin Feng lowered his head in contemplation.
For the time being, they wouldn’t go to the Medicine Hall. Although treating patients could gain Literature Qi, most of the cases were common illnesses and the Literature Qi obtained was limited.
It had been a while since he visited the Moonlit Pavilion. Today, he needed to go and talk to the Manager Peng to know about the recent profits from the restaurant.
As for the Listen To Rain Pavilion...
“Let’s go to the Listen To Rain Pavilion first,” Qin Feng said.
Not seeing Miss Cang for a day felt like three autumns had passed and he missed her greatly.
Walking on the street, vendors on both sides were constantly shouting. Since it rained heavily yesterday, many people had not opened their shops. Now that the weather was clear, they naturally hurried to set up their stalls.
Qin Feng casually looked around and a man brushed past him.
It was unclear whether the man didn’t notice or if Qin Feng wasn’t careful.
Their shoulders collided.
Qin Feng thought it was his fault for not paying attention and was about to apologize, but the man, dressed in coarse linen with a vacant expression, walked away without looking back.
“Young Master, are you okay?” Lan Ningshuang asked with concern.
Qin Feng looked at the man’s back and shook his head. He rubbed his shoulder, feeling a bit sore, as if he had bumped into an iron plate.
Could it be that they practiced the Divine Martial Dao Lineage, making their bodies so tough?
He didn’t dwell on it too much and continued forward.
In Jinyang City, there was more than one man like this. They all had vacant expressions and walked without looking at people.
When they reached a deserted alley, these people would blend into the ground and inexplicably disappear.
Outside the Listen To Rain Pavilion, Qin Feng unexpectedly saw someone.
Old Li, leaning on a crutch, was talking to that old drunkard.
Strangely, despite the short distance, they could only see their mouths moving but couldn’t hear what they were saying.
Qin Feng approached and greeted, “Senior Li.”
Old Li glanced at Qin Feng, nodded slightly, and then bid farewell to the old drunkard.
A trace of sadness flickered in the old man’s eyes as he added, “He just dissipated his entire Qi and re-cultivated the Hundred Ghosts tradition.”
“What?” Both Qin Feng and Lan Ningshaung exclaimed in surprise.
The pain one must endure to re-establish the orthodox tradition is beyond the imagination of ordinary people, especially for martial artists.
Martial cultivation involves transforming one’s blood and energy into strength, constantly refining the physical body.
To dissipate a martial artist’s cultivation, one must undergo the suffering akin to the burning of the flesh in intense fire and the agony of a thousand cuts.
Who could endure such pain?
“Senior Li, why would he do this?” Lan Ningshuang asked in confusion.
Qin Feng thought of a possibility, and a touch of sorrow crossed his eyes.
He took a deep breath, calming his emotions. “Senior Li might have chosen to scatter his cultivation, abandoning the martial path to pursue the way of the Hundred Ghosts. Perhaps it’s just to reunite with the departed comrades and see them once more.”
Lan Ningshuang widened her eyes at his words.
The old man on the wicker chair closed his eyes, swaying the chair, immersed in silence.
Qin Feng thought of the humble dwelling, the solitary figure of Senior Li. His comrades from the past had all left him, and perhaps living itself was a torment for him.
In the midst of Qin Feng’s melancholy, the old man suddenly snapped, “Why are you still standing here? Have you finished reading the books inside? You haven’t been here for a few days, don’t you know you should use your time wisely?”
“I...” Qin Feng was taken aback.
“Go on, go on, don’t stay here bothering me.” The old man waved him away.
This grumpy old man was truly inexplicable!
The right fist under Qin Feng’s sleeve involuntarily clenched. He forcefully suppressed the urge to punch the old man and entered the Listen to Rain Pavilion with resentment.
On the other side, Old Li returned to his humble dwelling.
The wine cups on the table in the courtyard were filled, and he lifted a cup,drank half of it, and spilled the rest.
Tapping the cane on the ground, the cellar opened again.
Descending the stairs, the number of wine jars increased, but the quantity of spirit tablets remained unchanged.
He gently touched the stone platform where the spirit tablets were placed, his fingers untouched by any dust.
“My old friends...” Old Li pursed his lips, surveying the surrounding spirit tablets with red eyes.
He slowly walked to the innermost part of the cellar, glanced at one of the tablets, and ran his hand over its surface.
This tablet was different from the others; no name was engraved on it.
Chapter 133: The Unnamed Spirit TabletAfter lunch, Qin Feng left the Qin residence with Lan Ningshuang.The latter had already broken through to the sixth level of the Divine Martial the Gathered Energy Realm. She no longer needed to stay in the Heavy Abyss Formation for cultivation.Young Master, where are we going? Lan Ningshuang asked.Qin Feng lowered his head in contemplation.For the time being, they wouldn't go to the Medicine Hall. Although treating patients could gain Literature Qi, most of the cases were common illnesses and the Literature Qi obtained was limited.It had been a while since he visited the Moonlit Pavilion. Today, he needed to go and talk to the Manager Peng to know about the recent profits from the restaurant.As for the Listen To Rain Pavilion...Let's go to the Listen To Rain Pavilion first, Qin Feng said.Not seeing Miss Cang for a day felt like three autumns had passed and he missed her greatly.Walking on the street, vendors on both sides were constantly shouting. Since it rained heavily yesterday, many people had not opened their shops. Now that the weather was clear, they naturally hurried to set up their stalls.Qin Feng casually looked around and a man brushed past him.It was unclear whether the man didn't notice or if Qin Feng wasn't careful.Their shoulders collided.Qin Feng thought it was his fault for not paying attention and was about to apologize, but the man, dressed in coarse linen with a vacant expression, walked away without looking back.Young Master, are you okay? Lan Ningshuang asked with concern.Qin Feng looked at the man's back and shook his head. He rubbed his shoulder, feeling a bit sore, as if he had bumped into an iron plate.Could it be that they practiced the Divine Martial Dao Lineage, making their bodies so tough?He didn't dwell on it too much and continued forward.In Jinyang City, there was more than one man like this. They all had vacant expressions and walked without looking at people.When they reached a deserted alley, these people would blend into the ground and inexplicably disappear.Outside the Listen To Rain Pavilion, Qin Feng unexpectedly saw someone.Old Li, leaning on a crutch, was talking to that old drunkard.Strangely, despite the short distance, they could only see their mouths moving but couldn't hear what they were saying.Qin Feng approached and greeted, Senior Li.Old Li glanced at Qin Feng, nodded slightly, and then bid farewell to the old drunkard.A trace of sadness flickered in the old man's eyes as he added, He just dissipated his entire Qi and re-cultivated the Hundred Ghosts tradition.What? Both Qin Feng and Lan Ningshaung exclaimed in surprise.The pain one must endure to re-establish the orthodox tradition is beyond the imagination of ordinary people, especially for martial artists.Martial cultivation involves transforming one's blood and energy into strength, constantly refining the physical body.To dissipate a martial artist's cultivation, one must undergo the suffering akin to the burning of the flesh in intense fire and the agony of a thousand cuts.Who could endure such pain?Senior Li, why would he do this? Lan Ningshuang asked in confusion.Qin Feng thought of a possibility, and a touch of sorrow crossed his eyes.He took a deep breath, calming his emotions. Senior Li might have chosen to scatter his cultivation, abandoning the martial path to pursue the way of the Hundred Ghosts. Perhaps it's just to reunite with the departed comrades and see them once more.Lan Ningshuang widened her eyes at his words.The old man on the wicker chair closed his eyes, swaying the chair, immersed in silence.Qin Feng thought of the humble dwelling, the solitary figure of Senior Li. His comrades from the past had all left him, and perhaps living itself was a torment for him.In the midst of Qin Feng's melancholy, the old man suddenly snapped, Why are you still standing here? Have you finished reading the books inside? You haven't been here for a few days, don't you know you should use your time wisely?I... Qin Feng was taken aback.Go on, go on, don't stay here bothering me. The old man waved him away.This grumpy old man was truly inexplicable!The right fist under Qin Feng's sleeve involuntarily clenched. He forcefully suppressed the urge to punch the old man and entered the Listen to Rain Pavilion with resentment.On the other side, Old Li returned to his humble dwelling.The wine cups on the table in the courtyard were filled, and he lifted a cup,drank half of it, and spilled the rest.Tapping the cane on the ground, the cellar opened again.Descending the stairs, the number of wine jars increased, but the quantity of spirit tablets remained unchanged.He gently touched the stone platform where the spirit tablets were placed, his fingers untouched by any dust.My old friends... Old Li pursed his lips, surveying the surrounding spirit tablets with red eyes.He slowly walked to the innermost part of the cellar, glanced at one of the tablets, and ran his hand over its surface.This tablet was different from the others; no name was engraved on it.
