Chapter 342: Kunlun Yuxu

Chapter 342: Kunlun Yuxu

Zhao Changhe had so many things on his plate that he did not even feel like going at the moment. His main purpose for meeting Daoist Yuxu was to probe for clues about the Heavenly Tome, but he had no idea how to even go about it. He could not just ask outright, “Hey, do you have a page of the Heavenly Tome?” That was no different from stirring trouble and asking to get beaten to death.

Moreover, the Heavenly Tome was something the blind woman wanted. While he was interested in it, his desire for it was not that strong. There really was no point in trying to compete for a page of the Heavenly Tome against someone ranked fourth on the Ranking of Heaven. If he wanted to die, he didn’t need to go through all that trouble; he could just jump off a cliff.

However, he had already requested the meeting, and since the other party had agreed, backing out now would be disrespectful.

Zhao Changhe put away the unfinished sword and the atlas and began his ascent up the mountain.

Kunlun City was built along the mountains. Entering from the west led directly to Yuxu Peak. All the activities he had engaged in so far only took place on the peripheral peaks; the actual Yuxu Peak was off-limits to unauthorized individuals. According to Yang Qianyuan, only those whose identities had been verified and accepted by Daoist Yuxu were granted entry. Others, who either were unverified or preferred the convenience of the city, resided within the confines of the city.

Could Daoist Yuxu, the very same who shelters such a large group of evildoers, truly be that humble woodsman who sang with such great inner peace?

Zhao Changhe was unsure.

There was only one narrow path leading up the mountain, one that had probably been trodden by countless others.

Snow blanketed the surroundings, even covering the narrow path itself, indicating that no one had climbed the mountain for quite some time. Yet the little stream alongside it ran clear and unfrozen.

There were no guards. He walked for a long time without encountering a single soul.

No guards were needed. The deterrence of the figure ranked fourth on the Ranking of Heaven was enough. No one dared to enter without permission.

Zhao Changhe looked up at the mist-shrouded peak, which could not be observed from below, and continued his climb.

As he walked, his chaotic thoughts began to dissipate, and his mind became clearer. His steps became leisurely as well.

There was no need to rush, and overthinking things was pointless. It would do him better to slow down, take in the snowy sights of Kunlun, and observe the clouds of Yuxu.

He did not want to return one day and have Tang Wanzhuang ask him what Kunlun looked like only to be left speechless, unable to answer.

The woodsman’s song from that day echoed faintly in his mind. Cloudy peaks, separating the shores of the mortal world; journeying and observing, within the flagon a vast world.

There was a slight coolness at his Baihui acupoint[1] on the top of his head, where external qi communicated with internal qi, transforming into warmth within his body and dispersing into the wind and snow. This cyclical process, characteristic of the ninth layer of the Profound Gate, involved the conversion of acquired qi into innate qi, and it was a cultivation experience he had yet to fully explore.

There was a slight pulsation at the center of his brow, a sense of impending insight that was elusive and indescribable. Trying to grasp it in detail revealed nothing tangible, yet it was clear that something was in fact there, waiting for him.

This was what it meant to be on the brink of breakthrough. It was the point at which you became constantly aware of the next realm’s existence, knowing that with just that last push, you would be able to step into the next realm of cultivation.

The path of a master was a journey of seeking the Dao. It involved a comprehensive transformation and elevation of one’s mind, techniques, and understanding of martial arts.

Zhao Changhe followed him into the nearby cabin. There was a stove burning inside, making it quite warm and cozy. A large vat of wine was warming on the stove. The old woodsman, seemingly oblivious to the heat, grabbed the vat and set it on the table with a thud, then said sternly, “You came at the wrong time. I could have quoted, ‘evening descends, so too heavy snow, care to enjoy a cup with me?’[2] But now it’s already snowing, and that line doesn’t fit anymore. It bothers me quite a bit.”

The corners of Zhao Changhe’s mouth twitched and his expression turned odd.

You’re the man ranked fourth in the world. Are these wood cabins what makes up Yuxu Palace?

The woodsman took out two large bowls, poured wine from the vat, and said, “Right, you should be the one treating me to a drink. How did it turn into me treating you?”

Zhao Changhe replied, “Why should I be the one treating you? I’m the guest here...”

“Without my advice on your inner fire, could you have handled the flames of Kunlun?”

“Uh...” Zhao Changhe conceded, “I should thank you for that, senior. But was I supposed to carry a jar of wine up the mountain?”

“Why not?”

Zhao Changhe thought for a moment. “I suppose I could. Next time, for sure.”

As they exchanged words, the two bowls of wine were filled just right. The woodsman set down the vat of wine, and raised his bowl for a toast. “It’s been a long time since anyone has shared a drink with this old man. Your visit is timely.”

Zhao Changhe asked, “Does Senior Thief Saint not come around?”

“He doesn’t like it here. Every time he comes, I can see him suppressing his urge to steal something. Unfortunately, he can’t really steal anything even if he wants to. These three cabins hold nothing but me, and he can’t stand it.”

Zhao Changhe could not help but ask, “It’s said that many villains come here. Is Yuxu Palace really an organization of evildoers? Why is it just you here?”

“If that were true, would you have dared to come here for a drink?”

“Why not? It’s not like I’m some saint either.”

The old woodsman said calmly, “Hah, the evildoers who entered this mountain, they naturally all ended up dead. If I don’t carefully evaluate them first, it would not be right to just let anyone in here to die, don’t you think?”

Zhao Changhe: “...”

So, the place that people think is a refuge for evildoers is actually a death trap for them?

“Drink up,” the old woodsman said, downing his bowl of wine with relish and wiping his mouth with satisfaction. “What I do here is not your concern. Asking too many questions won’t do you any good. You’re a young man who, seeing the cold wind and snow, was willing to offer an old woodsman a coat. I’m happy to share a drink with you, and that’s all there is to it. After this, go from whence you came. Your path to becoming a master is not here.”

1. This is generally seen as the same point that Tianling refers to. ☜

2. This is a reference to “A Question Addressed to Liu Shijiu” (问刘十九) by Tang dynasty poet Bai Juyi (白居易) ☜