Flower Stealing Master

Chapter 180: Mysterious Cultivation Technique

"I've made up my mind, you don't need to say more." Dongfang Muxue turned her head away, and resolutely stopped looking at Qu Feiyan.

Qu Feiyan smiled sadly, "Okay, since Master wants to do this, Feifei will definitely listen to Master's words."

Song Qingshu's whole heart was hung up on how to recover his strength, and he didn't understand the enigmatic dialogue between the two of them. Looking at Qu Feiyan's sullen expression, he was confused, ‘Is it not just to protect me for a while, why are you so sad?’

"You’ve said so much already, can you tell me first, where exactly is that place?" Song Qingshu said while feeling depressed.

Dongfang Muxue looked towards the west, and faintly let out a few words, "Ningma Temple."

"Ningma Temple, the place Jiumozhi is from?" Song Qingshu was stunned, wondering if they really had any way to help him recover his strength?

"That's right." Dongfang Muxue gently nodded and continued to explain, "I've thought quite a lot about it, only a certain ancient cultivation method in Tibetan Tantra can solve your current physical problems."

"What kind of cultivation method?" Song Qingshu's mind started searching through all the tantric martial arts methods in Jin Yong's books— The Flame Blade, The Dragon and Elephant Prajna, The Mahamudra… all seem to be unusable, ‘Could it be that there was something else?’

"You will naturally know when you get there…" A mild blush flashed across Dongfang Muxue's face for a moment, "Currently, there are disputes between the various countries. Three of the four major sects of Tibetan Tantric schools have all turned to Mongolia, and the Phagpa of Nalanda Temple has become Temujin’s subordinate. Monk Jinlun of the Vajra Sect has flourished under Kublai Khan, and Sanjay of the Shingon Sect is also a supporter of Ali Bu Ge. Going to these three factions for help is the same as throwing yourself into a trap.”

"In such a situation, only Nyingma Temple is the only one left. Ningma Temple is the oldest and longest-standing sect of Tantric Buddhism. I don't know if the other three schools of thought I'm talking about exist, but Nyingma Temple definitely does. Jiumozhi, who is from Nyingma Temple, has a good relationship with you, plus considering the alliance between Tubo and the Qing Dynasty, if you go to them, they won’t disappoint you."

"He was just a nodding acquaintance." Song Qingshu had a feeling that he was being deceived, "According to what you said, if that method can really restore my power, it must be very precious. You people in the wulin have one of the biggest problems— even if it is a precious treasure, you would rather destroy it than to pass it on to outsiders. As a person from the Central Plains, I am not related to them in any way, how could they possibly teach me the secret teachings of Tantric Buddhism?"

"If you ask them to teach you the Flame Blade or something, they would naturally ignore you." Dongfang Muxue said with a smile, "But that method is different. Although it seems more precious than the Flame Blade, they have never kept it as a secret. A big reason for that is that this practice is easy to learn but difficult to master, and unless you practice it to the highest level, the more profound the attainment, the easier it is to go crazy and die. For thousands of years, I have never heard of anyone who could master that method. With the passage of time, fewer and fewer people know about that method. Due to the lessons learned from the past, few disciples of the later generations of Tantra were willing to practice it, making that cultivation method almost a forbidden practice of Tantric Buddhism."

"You asked me to practice a method that is destined to kill me, isn't that tricking me?" Song Qingshu smacked his tongue and looked at Dongfang Muxue angrily, "I am very self-aware, although I am usually very confident, but I have never underestimated the amazing people in the vast history. There must have been people with great wisdom amongst tantric disciples who chose to practice that method, but none of them could succeed. How can I be an exception?"

"I know the situation in your body best. If you don't find a cure in time, you will inevitably explode and die within a year or two. Although that cultivation method is dangerous, it will still give you a chance. You won't necessarily die if you practice it. If you don’t practice, you will surely die. So, you can choose for yourself.” Dongfang Muxue sneered.

"I didn't expect that I would actually come across the problem of drinking poison to quench thirst." Song Qingshu smiled bitterly, then looked up at Dongfang Muxue, "If I choose not to practice, will I become useless to you?"

"That's right." Dongfang Muxue simply replied with a rather indifferent expression, "Ren Woxing is now colluding with the leader of Ming Cult, Zhang Wuji. On the other hand, I am seriously injured and urgently in need of help. The reason why I am willing to do my best to help you restore your power is because I saw your potential and knew that you could help me in the future. If you are not willing to take risks…" Dongfang Muxue remained silent for a while, and then said, "I will not kill you due to our past friendship, but I will still abandon you."

"It's not my character to sit still." Thinking of those he loved, and those he hated, Song Qingshu thought in his heart, ‘If a devil appeared in front of me and was willing to make a deal with me, I will not hesitate to sell my soul for strength…’

"Although I know it's an aggressive method, I have to say that it really works." Song Qingshu looked at Dongfang Muxue, "You won, when will I leave?"

The corners of Dongfang Muxue's mouth were slightly upturned, but she quickly concealed the past, "Actually, the biggest problem is not whether you want to learn, but whether they want to teach. I have analyzed the history of Tantra, and I think that the possibility of them teaching it to you is almost Fifty percent. But, the world is unpredictable, and the possibility still depends on your fate."

"Buddha saves people with fate, I understand." Song Qingshu smiled, "I think I have a lot of fate with Buddha."

"Okay, since the first time I saw you, you've been surprising me, and I hope you can continue to do so this time as well." Dongfang Muxue stood up, pointed at Qu Feiyan, and said, "This trip to Tibet will be a long one, and you will face serious danger on the way. As you have internal injuries, it will be up to Feifei to protect you. She is my direct disciple, although due to her age, she is not an opponent of some long-established masters in the wulin, but she is more than enough to deal with ordinary ruffians."

"I hope Miss Feifei will take care of me." Song Qingshu didn’t feel that happy when he thought that he would be protected by this delicate girl in front of him.

"Young Master Song is very polite. Since it is my Master's order, I must do my best." After so long, Qu Feiyan's mood had finally stabilized.

Seeing Song Qingshu's frustrated expression, Dongfang Muxue decided to stimulate him with a piece of good news, "Actually, you don't need to be so troubled, although that cultivation method is a bit unique, and even if you can't practice it to the realm of mastery. Before you die, you will be free for at least a decade or two, and you will benefit no matter what."

"You should have said it sooner!" Song Qingshu's eyes brightened. Since he could extend his lifespan by several decades, do he still need to struggle?

When Song Qingshu returned to the room, Zhong Ling was lying on the table in a daze. Seeing him come in, Zhong Ling looked behind her and asked cautiously, "Was Lan Fenghuang suspicious?"

"They already know that you were cheating." Song Qingshu was amused when she saw her timid appearance, and decided to make fun of her.

"Ah, how did she know that?" Zhong Ling's face went pale, and she thought to herself, ‘I planned so well, but why did it still fail?’

"I told her." Seeing her apricot eyes slightly open wide and her nose bulging with anger, Song Qingshu quickly explained, "If I didn't say that, you would have been thrown into the Spirit Snake Cave."

"Sure enough, a woman's heart is the most poisonous." Zhong Ling was feeling anxious, thinking that how could Lan Fenghuang be so deceitful! ‘She clearly agreed that she would not throw me into the Spirit Snake Cave if I accompanied Song Qingshu.’

Even after spending the night with Song Qingsh according to the agreement, who knew that she still couldn’t escape the fate of being buried in a cave full of snakes.

"It's very simple, since you don't have the ability to make the rules, you have to follow the rules made by the strong," Song Qingshu seemed to see through what Zhong Ling was thinking, and directly said, "By the way, now you have two paths in front of you, one is to join the Five Poison Cult, become one of their own, and the second is…" Song Qingshu paused, and spit out a cold word, "Death."

"Only a fool would choose to die. In fact, the Five Poisons Cult is very interesting." Still afraid that Song Qingshu would not believe this was her true opinion, Zhong Ling quickly took out a small green snake from the cloth bag around her waist, "Here, Brother Song, I just grabbed this one while I was taking a walk outside. Ah… if the Lightning Sable was still there, it could have a full meal again." As she spoke, her expression darkened.

"Okay, during this time, you should stay at the Five Poison Cult and exchange your experience with snake raising, and learn some skills from Lan Fenghuang, so that you wont need someone to save you when you encounter people like Yun Zhonghe in the future. Good luck." Song Qingshu felt that Zhong Ling was a strange girl, on the one hand she liked playing with snakes, and on the other hand, she was afraid of a cave full of snakes.

"Where is Big Brother Song going?" Zhong Ling couldn't help but be stunned when she understood the meaning behind his tone.

"I'm going to Tibet." Song Qingshu finally packed up and felt that there was nothing to hide, so he told her directly.

"I'll accompany you too!" Zhong Ling said hurriedly, thinking what would happen if her Big Brother Song just left and Lan Fenghuang came to bully her.

"Do you think that I am going sightseeing?" Song Qingshu shook his head, "This trip is dangerous, your martial art is too poor, we won't have the energy to take care of you."

"Don't look down on me. If I hadn’t lost my Lightning Sable, I would have let it out to bite you now." Zhong Ling pouted. She was being despised in person, so even if she was innocent and gentle, she still felt a little unhappy.

"Let her accompany you." Song Qingshu wanted to say more, but suddenly he heard Dongfang Muxue's voice. Turning around, he saw her come in accompanied by Qu Feiyan.

"But…" In order to avoid hurting Zhong Ling's self-esteem, Song Qingshu didn't say anything specific, but he believed that Dongfang Muxue understood what he meant.

"It's not a big problem, just let Feifei take care of everything on the way." Dongfang Muxue's expression looked very strange, "After she arrives in Tibet, she can play a very crucial role."

"It's a pity that you are not a deity." Song Qingshu tilted his head and stared at Dongfang Muxue for a while, and finally came to a conclusion.

"Why?" Dongfang Muxue was taken aback.

"Because, ever since that day, you've always been acting enigmatic, and you've been making a fool of me." Song Qingshu's teeth itch with anger.

"There are some things you don't want to say, and there are some things you can't say. You will naturally understand my difficulties when the time comes." Dongfang Muxue gave a mysterious smile.