Under One Person: The Seeker of the Dao in the Lü Family

Chapter 94 Heavenly Escape Sword Technique, Lu Zu's Gift of a Sword

One month later, in North China, at the Great Chunyang Palace, in the Ancestral Hall

The winter night was deserted and the cold wind slipped in through the cracks in the doors and windows, making the dimly lit hall even colder.

Lu Qian sat cross-legged on a futon in the main hall, still wearing a slightly thin Taoist robe.

The biting cold wind from the north blows against your skin, bringing a piercing chill.

But Lu Qian, dressed in thin clothes, seemed oblivious to the chill. He sat cross-legged on the futon as always, unmoved by the cold wind and unaffected by the cold.

His physical body was ignited with the Six Ding, and his soul was ignited with the Samadhi. The Turtle and Snake Generals regulated the Yin and Yang transformation within his body, allowing him to maintain a normal body temperature even in the depths of winter.

At this moment, Lü Qian closed his eyes and entered a meditative state. He had entered the [Inner Realm] and was being taught the [Three Swords of Lü Zu], which can also be called the [Heavenly Escape Sword Technique].

This time, the interior scene was different from usual. Lü Qian did not directly meet Lü Zu, nor was he in the [Great Pure Yang Palace] grotto-heaven.

After his thoughts entered his inner world, he found himself in a secluded mountain wilderness, watching a Taoist priest perform a sword dance from the perspective of an observer.

This feeling was different from when he entered the inner cave. At this moment, it was as if he was having a dream, a dream that was both hazy and incredibly clear.

The Taoist priest was dressed in a Taoist robe and carried a sword on his back. His manners were quite elegant and unrestrained, but Lü Qian could not see the Taoist priest's face clearly.

He carried a wine jug in his hand, took a big gulp, and then casually tossed the jug aside. By sheer coincidence, the handle got caught on a tree branch in the distance. Then he patted the scabbard behind him.

The sword inside the box flew out instantly, its cold light gleaming as it flew from its scabbard into the Taoist's hand.

He casually twirled his sword, then stood still, looking in Lü Qian's direction.

"I possess a sword technique, one sword and one sword. The technique is called [Heavenly Escape], and it was passed down by the Fire Dragon True Lord."

"The word 'heaven' signifies the highest; the word 'escape' signifies formlessness and intangibility."

As he spoke, he began to dance, and a unique Daoist charm arose between his moves, with sword light and sword energy intertwining and dancing in the void.

As soon as the sword move began, the scene before Lü Qian's eyes changed instantly. The Taoist priest dancing with the sword was no longer in front of him, and in a daze, he seemed to have entered another layer of dream.

In his dream, Lü Qian looked inward and heard the Taoist's chanting.

The verses, each word a gem, conveying profound meaning in concise yet significant phrases, manifested as streams of light in Lü Qian's mind.

He seemed to possess innate knowledge, immediately grasping the profound meaning within the verses.

Without realizing it, Lü Qian began to circulate the Qi in his body according to the cultivation method described in the verse.

"The spirit sword is hidden in its sheath, and its essence lies within the Dao."

The "box" represents the physical body and mortal mind, while the "spirit sword" is the manifestation of the primordial spirit.

As Lü Qian's ambition to seek the Dao rose, the primordial spirit within his mortal body gradually condensed into a sharp sword aura.

As his resolve to seek the Dao remained unwavering, all other thoughts in his mind gradually disappeared, and the sword energy formed from his primordial spirit in his Niwan Palace gradually took shape, transforming into a golden, sharp sword.

"The sword's spirit must never be extinguished, and the divine destiny can be supported without effort."

The Golden Sword of Primordial Spirit hung quietly in the Niwan Palace. As Lü Qian's desire for the Dao returned to the state of "Wuwei" (non-action), the sharpness of the sword subsided, and it lost its mystical power.

"Justice is like a three-foot sword, banishing evil and residing in the capital."

"Let it be placed in the Lingxiao Palace, so that all directions may share its light."

The Imperial Capital, in ancient times, was the city where the emperor resided, and was the most important place in the country.

If we compare the human body to a country, there are two most important places in the body: one is the Niwan Palace in the brain, where the primordial spirit resides; the other is the heart, where life resides.

The golden sword is a manifestation of the primordial spirit, and is a product of spiritual cultivation. Therefore, the Imperial Capital is the Niwan Palace, the abode of the primordial spirit.

As the chant began, the golden sword hanging in the center of Lü Qian's Niwan Palace instantly shone brightly, and the immortal golden light of his primordial spirit illuminated the entire Niwan Palace, driving away and discarding any distracting thoughts and evil desires within.

"Heavy clouds herald rain, and the sword rings out with a clear, resounding sound."

As the golden light shone within his Niwan Palace, Lü Qian felt his spiritual consciousness becoming increasingly clear, gradually entering the realm of stillness, emptiness, and mystery.

At this moment, the primordial energy circulating within his body also arrived at the Niwan Palace, merging with the golden sword hanging in the center.

"Clang!"

As if a precious sword had been drawn, a sound like a sword being unsheathed came from Lü Qian's Niwan Palace.

After being nourished by the primordial energy of the physical body, the Golden Sword of Primordial Spirit seemed to have been tempered by water and fire. Misty white energy surrounded the sword, and the innate primordial energy flowed on it, constantly nourishing the Golden Sword of Primordial Spirit.

Platinum light emanated from the Niwan Palace, illuminating Lü Qian's upper, middle, and lower Dantians with crystal clarity.

The chanting from the void suddenly stopped, and just as Lü Qian was at a loss, he suddenly woke up from that hazy dream.

"Young Taoist, you have mastered the [Taoist Sword] technique. Next, you should cultivate the [Magic Sword]!"

Opening his eyes, he saw the Taoist priest dancing with a sword not far away, who was smiling at him.

This time, Lü Qian successfully saw the man's face clearly; it was indeed himself.

Before Lü Qian could recover from his surprise, Lü Qian, who was wielding a sword opposite him, laughed loudly and said, "I see that you have no sword in your hand, so I will lend you my [Dharma Sword] for a while."

As he spoke, he made a sword incantation with his hands, and the sword in his palm floated in mid-air.

"go!"

With a command from the Taoist Lu Qian, the flying sword transformed into a streak of light and shot straight toward Lu Qian in the blink of an eye.

"The divine dragon is originally one thing; it responds to the influence of its own qi and makes a sound."

The chanting rang out again, and Lü Qian seemed to transform into a sword immortal. He leaped up, caught the flying sword, and twirled it with a fierce sword flourish towards the Taoist Lü Qian.

As Lü Qian grasped the sword, the primordial spirit golden sword, which had been kept hidden away in the Niwan Palace, suddenly flew out and merged with the sword in his hand.

"Clang!"

The Dao Sword, formed from the Golden Sword of Primordial Spirit, merged with the Dharma Sword he had borrowed, and the primordial Qi swirled around the three-foot-long sword in Lü Qian's hand.

At this moment, he felt as if he and the sword in his hand had become one. The Dao Sword was like a god, the Dharma Sword was like his body, and the Primordial Qi was like flesh and bones, harmonizing them in the middle.

As soon as Lü Qian gripped his sword, the scene before him instantly changed, transforming from a picturesque and beautiful mountain forest into a desolate and treacherous dense forest.

Amidst the mountains and rivers, and within the dense forests, came the eerie roars of wild beasts, and countless layers of malice pierced through the obstacles, heading straight for Lü Qian, who stood in the center.

In the blink of an eye, countless ghostly figures rushed out from the mountains, forests, and waters, roaring as they pounced on Lü Qian.

Among them were humanoid, animaloid, and indistinct ghosts; all of these were manifestations of Lü Qian's own sinister and malevolent nature.

"The dragon's roar often evokes thoughts of leaving, yet the leaping box cannot smooth the surface."

This sword is in the mortal realm; all demons will submit to its form.

The wicked and the demonic, their courage shattered and their souls trembled.

The Taoist priest Lü Qian's chanting voice came from the void again. As the chanting began, Lü Qian seemed to transform into a carefree and unrestrained sword immortal.

He brandished his sword, the sword light flowing between each move, the sword energy, sometimes strong and sometimes gentle, enveloped his body, slaying all the evil spirits that approached him.

After an unknown amount of time, Lü Qian tirelessly wielded his sword, and wave after wave of ghosts fell.

The surrounding barren mountains and rivers gradually became beautiful, but the intense malice still lingered.

"roar!"

Three strangely shaped ghosts suddenly emerged from the dense forest.

It resembles a wasp, with a sharp stinger at the tail.

It resembled a green snake with sharp, venomous fangs in its mouth.

She was a charming woman, with alluring and captivating mannerisms.

This was the manifestation of Lü Qian's own three corpses. They roared and pounced on Lü Qian, their dark limbs emitting a faint glow.

"Try to look towards the stars and moon, and divine light will shine into the darkness."

"When there is no more suffering in the world, all wars can cease."

The chanting in the void suddenly rose high, and the sword in Lü Qian's hand suddenly shone brightly, filling the space between heaven and earth and forcing the three forces back.

As the light gradually faded, Lü Qian realized that he had returned to the beautiful mountain forest where he had first started.

Before him, the Taoist Lü Qian was lying on a tree branch, one hand supporting his head, the other holding a wine jug and taking a big gulp.

"color!"

"Little Taoist, you have mastered the Heavenly Escape Sword Technique, and the Dao Sword and the Dharma Sword have been integrated into one. The rest is up to you."

Lu Qian, holding his sword, bowed to the other party and said, "Thank you, Master Lu, for imparting your teachings!"

"Oh, so you're not fooled by appearances? That's rare, but how do you know that my appearance might not be genuine?"

"The path to becoming a Celestial Immortal lies within this; whether you can achieve enlightenment depends on your own comprehension."

The Taoist priest Lu Qian, who was lying on the tree, smiled meaningfully at Lu Qian.

"Very well, seeing that you have quite a connection with this, I will pass on another technique to you. This technique was learned from Master Zhongli and is called the 'Yellow Millet Dream'."

As he spoke, he pointed, and a golden stream of light shot out from his fingertip and entered Lü Qian's spiritual platform.

"I will first seal this method in your mind. After you have completed your journey through the mortal world, the [Yellow Millet Dream] can help you cultivate in the nine levels of [Inner Realm]."

"I'll lend you the sword for now. Alright, you should leave now."

After saying this, the Taoist priest in the tree closed his eyes.

"Thank you, Master Lü, for bestowing upon me the Dharma."

Lu Qian bowed to the other party again, and with a thought, he emerged from the [Inner View] in the blink of an eye.

He opened his eyes and looked at the statue of Lu Zu in front of him. Just as he was about to get up to burn incense and pay his respects, he suddenly noticed a peach wood sword lying across his knees.

This peach wood sword looks unremarkable, with marks of wind and sun covering its blade.

"This is... the peach wood sword that is the treasure of Wudang Mountain?"

The moment Lü Qian's hand touched the rusted peach wood sword, a faint light emanated from its blade.

The eerie light dissipated, and all the rust on the peach wood sword vanished, transforming it into a brand new peach wood sword.

It has a dark texture, and although it is made of wood, it looks like metal.

He stood up, carrying the peach wood sword, and bowed deeply to the statue of Lu Zu.

"Many thanks to Master Lü for the sword!"