Ji Chen's lesson really shocked everyone, and their confidence in the auxiliary door increased all of a sudden, but in the next few days, everyone began to wonder, because the scripture method of warfare is not so simple!

This is followed by a long period of self-cultivation.

After that shocking class, the stone pools in the hearts of every student in the lecture hall seemed to be stirred up by the stones of faith.

Ji Chen's astonishing demonstration undoubtedly sowed the seed in their hearts that the auxiliary door could also be proud of the others. But when this enthusiasm receded, the mountains and rivers of reality were once again placed in front of them.

In the days that followed, the process of cultivating scripture warfare was like climbing a steep mountain, full of twists and turns. Zhang Mo and his fellow disciples silently wrote scriptures in the hall every day, and every stroke contained a deep understanding of the flow of mana. But the actual difficulties are far beyond imagination, and even the most basic word "wind" requires an almost instinctive grasp of the qi of heaven and earth. And this instinct cannot be cultivated overnight.

A month passed in a hurry, and despite everyone's sweat and efforts, there were few results. In a hurry, the library became a treasure.

The Liuyun Mountains are winding like a dragon, and the mountains are shrouded in clouds and mist, like a fairyland. One of the lonely peaks stands tall, and there is an ancient library built at the top, it is like a dragon palace entrenched in the clouds, surrounded by ancient trees, flowing springs, far away from the hustle and bustle, it is the dream place of cultivation for seekers.

This library pavilion, named "Lingxiao Pavilion", was built by the predecessors of Liuyun Mountain with cold jade and mica stone, which is not only extremely strong, but also able to isolate all interference from the outside world, making the pavilion full of rich aura and providing an excellent environment for cultivation.

Inside, the bookshelves stretch to the end of the line of sight like layers of mountains.

Quick books such as "100 Days - Absolutely Let You Master the Scripture Warfare Method", "100 Days Rapid Scripture Warfare Treasure Book", and "Scientific Research Essentials: Scripture Warfare Cracking" seem to have become the antidote to those anxious minds.

People kept coming in and out, clutching books that seemed to make people understand the secrets of the scriptures overnight, hoping to break through the bottleneck.

Wei Changji hurriedly left with a copy of "Scripture Tactics and Tactics Turning Stones into Gold".

And in that remote corner, the dusty "Tao Te Ching" and "Qingjing Jing" and other esoteric Taoist classics gradually lost people's favor.

There were once students who were curious to look at it, but as time went by, the unfathomable philosophy seemed to be a cold and biting mountain wind for people who were in a hurry, which made people daunted.

Zhang Mo read a few quick books, such as "100 Days to Master the Scripture Tactics", "Quick Scripture Tips" and the like, but these books were not the kind he longed for in his heart.

I read a few more books, "108 Ways to Write Wind Words", "10 Quick Ways to Write Fire Words", "There Is Always One That Suits You - 72 Ways to Write Thunder Words"...... His gaze swept over the titles and felt the vastness of the techniques within. However, the complex changes and effects behind each writing method made Zhang Mo feel tired, which was not the way he was pursuing. In the midst of this myriad of tactics and techniques, he sought a more primitive and pure power—the root of the Dao.

With a decision in his heart, Zhang Mo turned around and walked towards the area of Taoist classics. The atmosphere here is completely different from that in the Tactics Zone, and there is a faint flow of the tranquility of the Venerable Master Qingming between the bookshelves. He gently stroked the spine of the books containing Taoist wisdom, as if he could feel the insight and understanding of the natural laws of heaven and earth by those sages.

Teacher Ji Chen once said: "In the final analysis, all scripture methods of warfare are derived from Taoist classics, which is the starting point of ten thousand laws." This sentence resonated deeply in Zhang Mo's heart.

So he stepped into the area that the teacher had mentioned and was overlooked by many of his classmates—the Taoist classics area.

Here, the shelves are high, and each book is covered in a layer of dust, quietly telling of their former glory. In this huge volume of classics, Zhang Mo was a little lost, and after reading it for a long time, he didn't know where to start.

"Young man, it's better to take a look at that book of "Jade Halal Sutra", that book has not been cared for for a long time", an old man sweeping the floor, I don't know when he appeared behind Zhang Mo.

Zhang Mo hugged his fist at the old man and thanked him, and found the "Jade Halal Sutra" according to the guide.

When he opened the dusty book, an indescribable sense of intimacy arose. The book seems to be silently waiting for his arrival, waiting for someone who is willing to dig into its deep wisdom.

For three months, he studied the Jade Halal Sutra almost word for word. Every symbol and every concept in the classics must be pondered repeatedly and penetrated into the bone marrow.

Wei Changji persuaded Zhang Mo several times, saying that he should hurry up and read the quick books used in the exam, otherwise he would not be able to pass the exam by then.

Zhang Mo said that it was okay, but it was nothing. After that, Wei Changji did not persuade him.

On Liuyun Mountain, Zhang Mo was extremely satisfied with his practice.

His small garden, Anpingju, is a piece of his quiet land. Surrounded by carefully manicured bamboos, the garden is filled with a variety of herbs and flowers, and the air is filled with a faint fragrance. In a corner of the small garden, an ancient osmanthus tree was specially planted, when the autumn breeze is blowing, the golden osmanthus flowers will be sprinkled with the wind, like a golden rain.

Every day, the bell of Lingxiao Pavilion rang leisurely in the morning light, and Zhang Mo set off from Anpingju, stepped on the bluestone path, and walked towards the book-filled Lingxiao Pavilion.

In the Lingxiao Pavilion, he was like a hungry traveler, swimming in the profound and mysterious ocean of the "Jade Halal Sutra", the pages of the scriptures were exquisite, the lines were like drunkenness, and every word and sentence trickled into his heart, making him intoxicated and unable to extricate himself.

As soon as the meal arrived, he strolled to Lingluxuan, where the chef always made a memorable meal with mountain game and fairy grass. In addition to the deliciousness, there is also a spiritual nourishment from nature.

When night falls, when everything around him falls silent, Zhang Mo will return to Anpingju, light a lamp, pick up the "Jade Halal Sutra" in his hand, and continue to study in the faint light. It was as if the book had become his best friend, with whom he spent countless quiet and beautiful nights.

In such a spiritual life, Zhang Mo found inner peace and joy. He had long forgotten the strife and hustle and bustle of the outside world, and his mind was with the Great Dao with every breath.

If it weren't for his strange illness, then his spiritual life would have been perfect.

This disease seems to be a merciless joke played by fate. At the meridian of every day, there is always an inexplicable true qi stirring in his abdomen, like a trapped beast, running wildly in his meridians until it reaches the top. If he hadn't calmed down in time and suppressed it with meditation and pranayama, the violent dizziness would have been like a storm that could drown him at any time.

Despite this, Zhang Mo never complained, and at this time, he would always choose a quiet corner, or under the bamboo forest where he lived peacefully, or a hidden cave in Liuyun Mountain. He would sit quietly cross-legged, his hands sealed, and slowly channel the violent true qi, so that it would return to the sea like a river, and merge back into his meridians.

The mystery of heaven and earth implied between the words of the "Jade Halal Sutra" gave him a new understanding of the 'alien true qi' of the inner body.

It turned out that this untamable true qi actually had a powerful vitality lurking. Whenever he practiced late at night and felt exhausted, that violent true qi would come like a tidal wave, not only quickly dissipating the exhaustion in his body, but also restoring his mental and physical strength in a short period of time. This extraordinary ability to recover is undoubtedly an incredibly valuable qualification for a practitioner.

With the deepening of this understanding, Zhang Mo began to consciously explore and use this true qi. In his daily meditation, he no longer simply suppresses, but tries to guide, to integrate, to understand its essence. He found that after each successful reconciliation, not only was his body restored, but his spiritual level also seemed to be purified and sublimated.

With the help of this 'alien true qi', Zhang Mo's cultivation progressed rapidly, and before he knew it, he had reached the peak of the eightfold foundation building, and he was just a stone's throw away from the ninth level.

The various subtle meridian obstacles that had originally plagued him gradually became smooth under the washing of this true qi. As a result, his horizons have also broadened, and he can now suddenly understand many Dao phenomena that were difficult to understand in the past.