Ask Wudang Chapter 189

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Ye Qingfeng had always acted as he pleased, so when he said he was leaving, he left without any reluctance.

After leaving Xiangyang City, he headed west, traveling leisurely. Knowing that the plot would enter a buffer period of sixteen years, he was not in a hurry to do anything. He indulged in the scenery along the way, or studied Taoism, or martial arts. In just a few months, he not only practiced the One Yang Finger to the first-grade realm but also cultivated the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Palm to the twelfth level.

The One Yang Finger was easy to talk about. Ye Qingfeng had the Six Meridian Divine Sword as a foundation, so he easily completed it.

In contrast, the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Palm was truly difficult to cultivate. Even with Ye Qingfeng’s profound martial arts foundation and his monstrous martial arts aptitude, he only reached the twelfth level, still a distance from the thirteenth level of grand completion.

This Dragon-Elephant Prajna Palm is an orthodox guardian divine skill of the Esoteric Sect, with a total of thirteen levels. The first level is very easy, named Elephant, and even a dull person, as long as they receive instruction, can master it in one or two years. The second level is named Dragon, twice as deep as the first, requiring three or four years. The third level is named Dragon-Elephant, again twice as deep as the second, requiring seven or eight years.

This increases exponentially, and the further one goes, the harder it is to cultivate.

The fourth level is named Dragon-Elephant Generosity, and the fifth level is named Dragon-Elephant Precepts.

After the fifth level, to cultivate another level deeper often requires more than thirty years of hard work. The sixth to tenth levels are respectively named Dragon-Elephant Patience, Dragon-Elephant Diligence, Dragon-Elephant Samadhi, Dragon-Elephant Prajna, and Dragon-Elephant Prajna Paramita. In the Esoteric Sect, eminent monks and extraordinary individuals have emerged throughout history, but no one has ever cultivated this thirteen-level Dragon-Elephant Prajna Palm beyond the tenth level.

And the eleventh level, Dragon-Elephant Prajna Sattva, the twelfth level, Dragon-Elephant Prajna Bodhi, and the thirteenth level, Dragon-Elephant Prajna Immeasurable, their power is so immense that it exceeds human imagination. Logically, if one progresses step by step, this skill should be achievable. If someone could live to a thousand years old, they would eventually reach the thirteenth level. However, human life is limited, and to reach above the seventh level before one’s lifespan ends, one must be impatient. After all, everyone hopes to advance bravely and diligently, which leads to the great danger of rushing things and failing to achieve the desired result.

During the Northern Song Dynasty, there was an eminent monk in Tibet who cultivated this skill to the ninth level. He continued to advance bravely and diligently. When he reached the tenth level, inner demons suddenly arose, and he could not control himself. He eventually danced wildly for seven days and seven nights, severing his own meridians and dying.

Ye Qingfeng has a profound martial arts foundation as his base, and his cultivation is unprecedented. Coupled with his firm Taoist heart, clear mind, and radiant wisdom, inner demons simply do not exist for him. Therefore, he was able to cultivate to the twelfth level in just a few months. However, after reaching this realm, it becomes somewhat difficult to make further progress.

Because the thirteenth level of the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Palm is purely a matter of time and effort. A strong foundation alone is not enough; one also needs to temper the physical body. When the physical body is tempered to be flawless and without leaks, the thirteenth level will naturally be achieved.

After cultivating the twelfth level of the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Palm, even without using inner true qi, Ye Qingfeng’s pure physical strength could reach tens of thousands of jin. The power of twelve dragons and twelve elephants was indeed no exaggeration.

Most importantly, after cultivating this skill, Ye Qingfeng finally compensated for the shortcomings of his physical body.

The martial arts he had cultivated in the past, whether it was Pure Yang Wuji Skill, Nine Yang Divine Skill, Nine Yin Divine Skill, Taiji Divine Skill, North Divine Skill, or even Qiankun Da Nuoyi, and even Supreme Yoga Tantra. These martial arts were either internal cultivation methods, mental cultivation methods, or techniques to stimulate human potential. Although cultivating these martial arts could also nourish the physical body and even form mysterious and unpredictable protective qi, they were ultimately not comparable to methods specifically for tempering the physical body.

And the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Palm happened to be such a supreme art for tempering the physical body.

Having cultivated this martial art, Ye Qingfeng had made up for his shortcomings and reached the state of perfect internal and external compatibility.

In the past, Ye Qingfeng did not pay much attention to his physical body. He even believed that as long as his internal cultivation was strong, others would not have a chance to touch his physical body, so he did not temper it. However, as his Taoist cultivation deepened, especially after he thoroughly comprehended the Myriad Longevity Taoist Canon, he finally understood the importance of the physical body from it.

According to the profound teachings left by ancient Taoist sages, the physical body is like a boat, the mundane world is like an endless sea of suffering, and the spirit and consciousness are like the people sitting in the boat. Only when the boat is stronger can it accommodate more people, withstand greater storms, and finally reach the other shore.

It was precisely because he understood this point that Ye Qingfeng asked Golden Wheel Dharma King for this Dragon-Elephant Prajna Palm.

Now that he had cultivated this skill to the twelfth level, he had gained many inexpressible wonders from it, only sighing that the ancient sages had truly not deceived him.

Approximately five months later…

Ye Qingfeng arrived in Western Xia territory.

At that time, Mongolia and Western Xia had already begun to clash. Although the Mongols were formidable, the Western Xia people were not weak either, and the two armies were fighting fiercely. As Ye Qingfeng traveled, he saw the ravages of war everywhere: ruined cities, broken walls, and the people suffering.

One day, Ye Qingfeng arrived at the outskirts of Lingzhou City. Since the Mongol army was stationed forty li outside Lingzhou City, he did not enter Lingzhou City directly but found a random cave in the suburbs and stayed there for the night.

The night passed without incident.

The next day, just as dawn was breaking, he suddenly heard a commotion outside the cave.

“Stop!”

“You brat, don’t run!”

“You brat, quickly stop for grandpa!”

The shouts grew closer, and then a black figure suddenly burst into the cave.

The cave was pitch black, where one couldn’t see their hand in front of their face. The black figure, after rushing in, did not notice anyone in the cave.

With Ye Qingfeng’s current cultivation, he could see as clearly in the dark as in broad daylight, and naturally, he saw the black figure’s form and appearance.

The person who came was a youth, about twelve or thirteen years old, and looked utterly disheveled.

“Who are you?”

Ye Qingfeng suddenly spoke up, asking.

“Ah! Ghost!”

This sudden question immediately scared the youth, who shrieked.

The pursuers outside the cave also heard his cries and were overjoyed, shouting and rushing in one by one.

“Bang bang bang…”

As soon as these people rushed into the inner cave, Ye Qingfeng’s figure flickered, and he resolved the battle in a few breaths. Using the faint light from the torches they brought in, he could see their attire: standard Mongol army armor.

“Why are these Mongol soldiers chasing a youth?”

With a hint of doubt, Ye Qingfeng turned to the youth and asked, “Young man, who exactly are you?”

“Ah! Ghost grandpa, don’t eat me, I’m not tasty, don’t eat me…”

At this point, the youth still hadn’t recovered, still covering his eyes with his hands and wailing.

Ye Qingfeng was somewhat speechless and said, “I am a human, not a ghost. I am merely staying here for the night because the road is difficult at night.”

“Really?”

Hearing this, the youth finally stopped screaming.

Then, he carefully separated his hands and peeked at Ye Qingfeng through his fingers. When he saw Ye Qingfeng’s figure and appearance clearly, he immediately felt at ease, then completely let go of his hands and slowly stood up. Seeing the Mongol soldiers lying scattered on the ground, the youth immediately looked surprised and asked, “Brother, did you kill these Mongol soldiers?”

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