"What? Daoist Huang absorbs spiritual particles 30% faster than ordinary four-spiritual-root cultivators?"

Upon hearing the results reported by Bian Wenyi, Lin Ziming's pupils contracted instantly, and he hurriedly asked:

"Researcher Bian, have you found the reason for this abnormal rate?"

Bian Wenyi shook his head somewhat ruefully and said:

"Sorry, our equipment didn't detect any useful information, so I thought to invite Instructor Wei to give it a try."

Hearing this, Lin Ziming immediately said to Wei Fan:

"Instructor Wei, I trouble you."

Wei Fan nodded, then, under Bian Wenyi's guidance, entered the laboratory and found a middle-aged man in his forties among more than thirty outsiders.

The man's appearance was ordinary, with a hairpin inserted in his bun, and his stature appeared short and lean.

However, his overall spirit was excellent, full of vitality, as if he could punch three programmers to death with one blow.

Bian Wenyi led this Daoist to the side and introduced him to Wei Fan:

"Instructor Wei, this is Daoist Huang Dongxu, Daoist Huang."

Then he said to Daoist Huang:

"Daoist Huang, I guess I don't need to introduce this gentleman to you?"

Daoist Huang nodded and made a Daoist courtesy gesture towards Wei Fan:

"Greetings, Instructor Wei."

Wei Fan returned the courtesy, then placed his hand on Daoist Huang's body.

Daoist Huang had already learned that Wei Fan would conduct a check on him, so his expression was calm, showing no signs of resistance.

After a moment.

Wei Fan opened his eyes and frowned, looking somewhat puzzled:

"Strange, very strange.....

Daoist Huang's meridian width is clearly no different from that of ordinary people, yet the amount of spiritual energy passing through is much greater, as if... it has elasticity."

Then he hesitated for a moment and added:

"I don't understand the reason, but this doesn't seem like a naturally endowed physique."

Hearing this, Lin Ziming's breath suddenly hitched slightly.

He understood Wei Fan's character very well. If he wasn't quite certain, he wouldn't have said such a thing.

After thinking for a moment, he asked Daoist Huang:

"Daoist Huang, do you usually cultivate any texts?"

Daoist Huang replied:

"I've only practiced a form of swordsmanship and a breathing method. Three months ago, a group of official personnel with orders took them away."

"Three months ago would be October, I think I know what period it was....."

Lin Ziming calculated the time. It was indeed three months ago that a round of technique collection was conducted locally, and the Seal Script Techniques of the pre-Qin cultivators were the result from that time, but all the techniques found then were proven unable to integrate with spiritual energy.

He then continued to ask:

"Daoist Huang, apart from techniques, is there anything else different from ordinary practices when you cultivate?"

Daoist Huang thought for a few seconds, then suddenly remembered something:

"There is indeed something out of the ordinary... I usually like to cultivate by the cliff at the back of the Daoist Palace."

"Is it usually just you?"

Huang Dongxu shook his head:

"Not just me, my two apprentices also meditate with me, it's Qingfeng and Cyan Jade here."

"Qingfeng and Cyan Jade..."

Lin Ziming searched for these Dao titles in the records, and then his pupils contracted suddenly:

It turned out that Daoist Huang and his two apprentices were among the fastest in absorption speed among everyone.

Lin Ziming circled their names and pressed further:

"Then Daoist Huang, do you feel anything special in your body when meditating by the cliff?"

Daoist Huang nodded somewhat uncertainly:

"It seems there is...

Whenever we master and apprentices practice near the cliff, our whole aura becomes much smoother."

Lin Ziming noticed that Daoist Huang spoke of aura, not true qi.

Friends familiar with the Daoist school should know this.

The local Daoist cultivation emphasizes practicing 'true qi,' but from a current scientific perspective, true qi is actually a concept without empirical evidence.

Believers argue for its existence.

Non-believers dismiss it scornfully.

Therefore, in this context, true qi is not suitable as an example.

Whereas aura is different, its concept is widespread in life.

For example.

When your nose is blocked, your breathing becomes somewhat difficult, which is aura stagnation.

And once your nose is clear, your aura naturally becomes smooth.

Also, taking a few more breaths during times of nervousness can help calm the mind.

Aura is widely used in fields like exercise and singing, as is local Daoist cultivation.

Previously, during visits to outsiders, official personnel had found a 70-year-old Daoist priest with a strong spirit and sharp eyes at Zhongnan Mountain.

What was remarkable was that this old Daoist's breathing was just four or five times a minute, only one-fifth of that of ordinary people.

So theoretically, the smooth aura Daoist Huang mentioned has a large possibility of not being imaginary.

This also shows that Daoist Huang is indeed a pure folk cultivator, as introduced before, rather than a charlatan.

"The cliff at the back of the mountain...."

Lin Ziming and Director Feng exchanged a look, and both saw intense curiosity in each other's eyes.

Daoist Huang and his apprentices' absorption rate anomaly had already surpassed what 'coincidence' could explain, so after a bit of consideration, Lin Ziming decisively said:

"Director Feng, please report to the organization, we're preparing to set off for Qingcheng Mountain!"

Director Feng had the same thought, so he immediately replied:

"No problem, I'll contact them right away."

After Director Feng left, Lin Ziming also told Daoist Huang:

"Daoist Huang, we might need to trouble you a bit again to accompany us to Qingcheng Mountain."

Daoist Huang smiled and waved his hand, unconcerned:

"No problem, no problem, the nation has let us outsiders touch the long-dreamed-of path of cultivation, we're grateful, how could guiding you be a bother?"

After saying this, Daoist Huang seemed to think of something, and a hint of regret suddenly appeared on his face:

"It's a pity, a pity that my master did not have the chance to see this."

Lin Ziming looked at him curiously and asked:

"I wonder who your respected master is...."

Daoist Huang sighed:

"My late master Daoist Zhang Zhishun passed away in the year '15."

Lin Ziming solemnly paid his respects:

"So it's the esteemed disciple of Daoist Zhang."

If anyone in the past 20 years perfectly embodied modern people's imagination of a cultivator, it would definitely be Daoist Zhang Zhishun.

Even in his nineties, he could still hike mountains, with a robust body, sharp eyes, and a vigorous spirit.

At 93, he could still do more than 20 pull-ups.

Without saying he's an immortal, he certainly deserves the title of hermit expert.

After comforting Daoist Huang a little, Lin Ziming subtly glanced at the others not far away.

Just like Daoist Huang said.

At this moment.

Most of the outsiders were either seizing the time to meditate, or sitting in groups of threes and fours, happily 'discussing Dao.'

Some older Daoists even had visible tear marks on their faces.

After all, to them, the cultivation system of the Damo Realm extremely matched what a Daoist would learn.

To hear the Dao in the morning and die in the evening would suffice.

Moreover, this group of people was meticulously selected by the organization as secluded cultivators, so they weren't difficult to manage.

As Lin Ziming retracted his gaze, Director Feng, who went to report the news, returned:

"Colonel Lin, the core level has approved the application to go to Qingcheng Mountain.

The flight route will take about forty minutes to coordinate, and Qingcheng Mountain has already started the clearing task.

I still have to handle matters at Ju Mang Base, so I won't be accompanying you this time.

When the plane lands, someone else reliable will contact you."

The distance between Ju Mang Base and Qingcheng Mountain was close, so coordinating the flight route wasn't too troublesome.

As for clearing Qingcheng Mountain, that was even simpler.

Given that it's only the start of January, there weren't many tourists at Qingcheng Mountain, so clearing was straightforward.

One hour later, everything was ready.

Lin Ziming, along with Wei Fan, Daoist Huang, and others, set off from the base after parting ways with Director Feng.

Destination, Qingcheng Mountain!

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