Porter's Immortal Cultivation: I Have Level 5 Full Inscriptions

Chapter 208 Wood Attribute Divine Intent

Consort Hu leaned back in her chair, her body relaxed, with a pile of fruit peels and melon rinds on the table. She drank cup after cup of tea, clearly very satisfied with what she was hearing.

She squinted at the daylight outside and said with some regret.

"Let's stop here for today..."

"Oh, right, I said I was going to find you something good."

"Perfect timing, I brought it with me."

"Here... is this..."

Hu Jiaoniang opened her palm, and a small green light had already condensed on it.

As soon as this item appeared, the entire room was filled with the fragrance of grass and trees, making people feel refreshed and light-hearted, as if they were young again.

It has a faint demonic aura, but this demonic aura is not like that of ordinary demons, which have a fishy or resentful smell. Instead, it is pure, fragrant and sweet.

"Your Majesty, what is this?" Yang Silang asked curiously.

You have to provide enough emotional value to the sponsors.

How could Hu Jiaoniang be happy if he didn't react?

If I'm unhappy this time, will there be no next time?

Seeing his surprised expression, Hu Jiaoniang was very satisfied and smiled.

"This is the Martial Saint Tree, born from a thousand-year-old tree in the back garden of the imperial palace, and belongs to the divine will."

"What?" Yang Silang sounded very confused.

Wood spirit and martial saint, these two should be unrelated.

Hu Jiaoniang giggled, looking incredibly charming, which made Yang Silang's heart surge, his mouth dry, and his blood rush. He quickly lowered his head.

The lady kept laughing, clearly finding it amusing.

She smiled.

"That's right, it was taken from an old pine tree. This pine tree was lucky; it stood firm through several dynasties."

"It's an oddity; it developed sentience long ago and can take on human form." However, finding walking too troublesome, it remained standing in place in a tree-like form. It also possessed a natural ability to conceal its presence, which it used to deceive everyone. Its favorite pastime was to sleep soundly while standing in the sunlight.

"If there is a change of dynasty or internal strife in the imperial palace, it will move a few steps to avoid being hacked or burned, and survive peacefully with the people in the palace."

"In the previous dynasty, there was an emperor who loved martial arts and summoned all the martial arts masters to practice in the back garden."

"The tree spirit was so disturbed that it couldn't sleep and could only watch, and it actually comprehended the Dao of Qi and Blood."

"Then it slept for a hundred years, and when it woke up, not only had the dynasty changed, but it had also cultivated the true meaning of the Martial Saint."

"Because he never moved around, he naturally had nowhere to learn the Daoist scriptures, and his sorcery skills were sparse and weak. However, he unintentionally developed a strong body of qi and blood through sleep and became a Martial Saint."

Yang Silang noticed that Hu Jiaoniang loved to laugh. When she spoke of this, she laughed so hard that she was shaking with laughter, which was quite pleasing to the eye.

He also laughed a few times.

This is truly absurd.

A tree spirit, because of its laziness, gained sentience and took human form. They wouldn't even take two steps.

The palace was in turmoil. He moved a few steps to avoid swords and disasters, and spent the rest of the time peacefully as a tree.

Because he was too lazy, he naturally did not learn Taoist magic or sorcery, and lived only by instinct. His sorcery was terrible, but he still became a martial saint through sleep.

Should we say this person is exceptionally gifted?

Or did it grow completely crooked?

Then there's the thought that martial artists like Tian Zhenfeng are almost obsessed with breaking through to become a Martial Saint.

This wood spirit can become a martial saint in one sleep, which would infuriate anyone who knew. However, considering that he slept for a hundred years, it's hard to say whether he was fast or slow.

"Your Highness," Yang Silang asked curiously, "how did you become acquainted with this Wood Demon Martial Saint?"

"And you even took a bit of the Wood Martial Saint's True Meaning from him?"

Hu Jiaoniang covered her mouth and laughed, revealing her girlish side.

"It's nothing."

"Emperor Yongchang invited me to enter the palace as a concubine under the name of Princess Gaoyu, and then he wanted to start a large-scale construction project to build a palace."

"This pine tree knows how to be unassuming. It grows neither too tall nor too short, neither too thick nor too thin in the back garden, and it understands the doctrine of the mean."

"But unfortunately, the craftsmen designed my palace and needed a main beam, which was the perfect size, so they had to cut it down."

"Desperate, it used the method of entering my dreams to beg for mercy, saying that it was used to living here and couldn't bear to move, and begged me to be lenient."

"Otherwise, it would have no choice but to run away overnight and settle in the deep mountains and forests."

"So, it owes me a favor."

The wood demon was easily manipulated by Consort Hu.

"This is a good thing..." Consort Hu turned a green light spot in her hand. "You practice the Taizu Long Fist."

"To become a Martial Saint through this technique, one must simultaneously gather the seeds of the five elemental divine intents. The difficulty of breaking through is several times greater than that of other martial arts."

"I have found the divine seed of the wood element for you. You should pay attention to the other four elements yourself."

"It's a pity that the old tree spirit is too sleepy. It fell asleep after only a few words. Next time I'll wake it up and get you some good stuff. Anyway, it's a treasure trove."

With a flick of her finger, Hu Jiaoniang sent the emerald green seed into Yang Silang's dantian to settle down.

Within the vortex of liquefied true energy, there were originally two seeds of divine intent, one red and one blue. In an instant, another seed squeezed in, and the three light spots rotated and chased each other to form a three-colored halo, which was quite interesting.

The divine seed of the wood element enters the body.

The voice of Consort Hu seemed to come faintly from the horizon.

"You can try to understand its divine meaning, but be careful not to learn from the old tree's laziness."

"Also, it's a wood demon that has attained sainthood, so its divine will is probably somewhat different from that of a human martial saint. Be careful."

"I'm leaving..."

Yang Silang couldn't care less about anything else.

He suddenly gained a new insight.

It felt as if I had transformed into a tree, standing in a vast forest, with the sun shining brightly overhead, warming my whole body and making me feel drowsy.

On one hand, life was growing vigorously within my body; on the other hand, my mind was foggy and I just wanted to sleep.

then.

He really did fall asleep.

early morning.

Fu Hongying, with her hair in a ponytail, hurriedly arrived at her master's room.

Last night, she returned to her courtyard to practice the new "Washing Stream Hand" technique, and the more she practiced, the more insights she gained.

Originally, Huanxi Hand had thirty-six moves, but now she had several times more variations in her mind.

She couldn't wait to demonstrate to her master what she had learned overnight, and she hoped that her master could demonstrate it several more times in front of her. Now that she thought about it, she was afraid that what she had learned was not even the tip of the iceberg of what her master had shown yesterday.

Doorway.

She suddenly bumped into She Nu, who was carrying a food tray.

"Good morning, Aunt She..." Fu Hongying greeted her briskly, her eyes unconsciously looking at She Nu's feet, where there was only a faint shadow, much fainter than a normal person's shadow under the sunlight.

She knew that Aunt She was a demon, Uncle Qing was a demon, and even that great-aunt was a demon.

Uncle Niu hasn't detected any demonic aura leaking out yet, but he must be an extremely powerful demon.

Otherwise, why would he be able to address his master as a brother?

"Young Miss..." She Nu hurriedly returned the greeting.

Although she was of a higher generation, she always remembered her status as a servant.

The master's disciple held a much higher position than her.

"Aunt She, let me take this food box in... I'll serve Master breakfast." Fu Hongying said solicitously, and She Nu had no choice but to hand the food plate to her.

Fu Hongying knocked gently on the door.

There was no response.

In the past, Yang Silang would have coughed immediately.

She and She Nu exchanged a glance and listened carefully.

The sound of steady, long breathing came from inside, each breath extremely long, causing the window paper to bulge outwards and sink inwards.

The two shared the same thought: their master's martial arts had improved again.

It seems he's practicing martial arts.

So the two of them waited patiently in front of the door.

As a result, they waited for an hour, and their legs went numb.

Fu Hongying looked at the tray in her hand; the breakfast on it had been turned into a cold meal.

After discussing for a while, the two realized that their master's training session would last a long time today, so they decided to come back later.

As a result, She Nu reheated the rice again and again.

The two men came several times, but the people inside the house ignored them.

Wait until night falls and the willow branches are up.

Wang Daniu and Daqing also gathered around, and the group listened intently.

"It looks like it's asleep..." Wang Daniu listened for a long time with a puzzled look on his face.

If one is practicing martial arts and needs to mobilize qi and blood, it is impossible to breathe so peacefully all the time.

"Fourth Brother has been sleeping for so long, something's not right."

"Let's go in and take a look."

Wang Daniu pushed open the door and led everyone into the room.

The group looked up and exclaimed in surprise almost simultaneously.

Yang Silang was seen sleeping on the ground, but that's not the point.

The key point is that his whole body was emanating a rich green true energy, his skin was slightly green, and his skin had a weathered, woody feel, with an oily sheen on his face.

He originally wore a wooden hairpin behind his head.

Now, green leaves are sprouting from that wooden hairpin.

A patch of green grass and tender flowers also sprouted near Yang Silang's feet. From his feet grew a filamentous network that resembled flesh and veins, yet also the roots of an old tree, penetrating the paving stones as if growing out of them, spreading endlessly into the ground.

There was a table next to him.

At this moment, the green true energy being released even affected the table.

There was a pile of fruit peels, melon seed shells, and other things on the table.

Now, a green sprout has grown on a piece of orange peel, and it is growing vigorously, already more than an inch tall.

Wang Daniu gently lifted it and discovered that the fruit peel had actually grown together with the table!

All four of them were dumbfounded.

"Is Master practicing some kind of divine skill or secret technique?" In Fu Hongying's mind, her master was a genius young grandmaster who was omnipotent. Yesterday, he was able to deduce such profound boxing intent from the practice of the Washing Stream Hand. He must be practicing a new skill.

Daqing stood up at this moment, crouched down and sniffed carefully for a while.

"No, the master has a demonic aura about him, the scent of a wood demon."

She Nu circled around Yang Silang twice and noticed that there was some woody fibers inside his clothes, making the originally soft silk cotton clothes feel stiff.

"broken……"

She reached into Yang Silang's stiff sleeve pocket and took out her aunt.

The originally crystal-clear, egg-sized stone was now emitting a green light from the inside out, and a ring of fine, short hairs had grown on its outside.

You should know that my aunt is a stone demon, but now she is growing plant hairs, which is obviously a kind of mutation.

Wang Daniu took it and touched it; it felt quite good. He looked terrified.

"Oh no, has Fourth Brother gone mad with qi deviation?"

"What should we do?"

"If he keeps sleeping like this, won't he turn into a human tree?"

The four were terrified and huddled together for a long time, but they still didn't know what to do.

She Nu and Da Qing tried to channel their demonic power into Yang Silang, but it was like throwing stones into the sea; once inside Yang Silang's body, it was devoured and assimilated by the powerful and strange wood-elemental true energy.

He suddenly gained a new insight.

It felt as if I had transformed into a tree, standing in a vast forest, with the sun shining brightly overhead, warming my whole body and making me feel drowsy.

On one hand, life was growing vigorously within my body; on the other hand, my mind was foggy and I just wanted to sleep.

then.

He really did fall asleep.

early morning.

Fu Hongying, with her hair in a ponytail, hurriedly arrived at her master's room.

Last night, she returned to her courtyard to practice the new "Washing Stream Hand" technique, and the more she practiced, the more insights she gained.

Originally, Huanxi Hand had thirty-six moves, but now she had several times more variations in her mind.

She couldn't wait to demonstrate to her master what she had learned overnight, and she hoped that her master could demonstrate it several more times in front of her. Now that she thought about it, she was afraid that what she had learned was not even the tip of the iceberg of what her master had shown yesterday.

Doorway.

She suddenly bumped into She Nu, who was carrying a food tray.

"Good morning, Aunt She..." Fu Hongying greeted her briskly, her eyes unconsciously looking at She Nu's feet, where there was only a faint shadow, much fainter than a normal person's shadow under the sunlight.

She knew that Aunt She was a demon, Uncle Qing was a demon, and even that great-aunt was a demon.

Uncle Niu hasn't detected any demonic aura leaking out yet, but he must be an extremely powerful demon.

Otherwise, why would he be able to address his master as a brother?

"Young Miss..." She Nu hurriedly returned the greeting.

Although she was of a higher generation, she always remembered her status as a servant.

The master's disciple held a much higher position than her.

"Aunt She, let me take this food box in... I'll serve Master breakfast." Fu Hongying said solicitously, and She Nu had no choice but to hand the food plate to her.

Fu Hongying knocked gently on the door.

There was no response.

In the past, Yang Silang would have coughed immediately.

She and She Nu exchanged a glance and listened carefully.

The sound of steady, long breathing came from inside, each breath extremely long, causing the window paper to bulge outwards and sink inwards.

The two shared the same thought: their master's martial arts had improved again.

It seems he's practicing martial arts.

So the two of them waited patiently in front of the door.

As a result, they waited for an hour, and their legs went numb.

Fu Hongying looked at the tray in her hand; the breakfast on it had been turned into a cold meal.

After discussing for a while, the two realized that their master's training session would last a long time today, so they decided to come back later.

As a result, She Nu reheated the rice again and again.

The two men came several times, but the people inside the house ignored them.

Wait until night falls and the willow branches are up.

Wang Daniu and Daqing also gathered around, and the group listened intently.

"It looks like it's asleep..." Wang Daniu listened for a long time with a puzzled look on his face.

If one is practicing martial arts and needs to mobilize qi and blood, it is impossible to breathe so peacefully all the time.

"Fourth Brother has been sleeping for so long, something's not right."

"Let's go in and take a look."

Wang Daniu pushed open the door and led everyone into the room.

The group looked up and exclaimed in surprise almost simultaneously.

Yang Silang was seen sleeping on the ground, but that's not the point.

The key point is that his whole body was emanating a rich green true energy, his skin was slightly green, and his skin had a weathered, woody feel, with an oily sheen on his face.

He originally wore a wooden hairpin behind his head.

Now, green leaves are sprouting from that wooden hairpin.

A patch of green grass and tender flowers also sprouted near Yang Silang's feet. From his feet grew a filamentous network that resembled flesh and veins, yet also the roots of an old tree, penetrating the paving stones as if growing out of them, spreading endlessly into the ground.

There was a table next to him.

At this moment, the green true energy being released even affected the table.

There was a pile of fruit peels, melon seed shells, and other things on the table.

Now, a green sprout has grown on a piece of orange peel, and it is growing vigorously, already more than an inch tall.

Wang Daniu gently lifted it and discovered that the fruit peel had actually grown together with the table!

All four of them were dumbfounded.

"Is Master practicing some kind of divine skill or secret technique?" In Fu Hongying's mind, her master was a genius young grandmaster who was omnipotent. Yesterday, he was able to deduce such profound boxing intent from the practice of the Washing Stream Hand. He must be practicing a new skill.

Daqing stood up at this moment, crouched down and sniffed carefully for a while.

"No, the master has a demonic aura about him, the scent of a wood demon."

She Nu circled around Yang Silang twice and noticed that there was some woody fibers inside his clothes, making the originally soft silk cotton clothes feel stiff.

"broken……"

She reached into Yang Silang's stiff sleeve pocket and took out her aunt.

The originally crystal-clear, egg-sized stone was now emitting a green light from the inside out, and a ring of fine, short hairs had grown on its outside.

You should know that my aunt is a stone demon, but now she is growing plant hairs, which is obviously a kind of mutation.

Wang Daniu took it and touched it; it felt quite good. He looked terrified.

"Oh no, has Fourth Brother gone mad with qi deviation?"

"What should we do?"

"If he keeps sleeping like this, won't he turn into a human tree?"

The four were terrified and huddled together for a long time, but they still didn't know what to do.

She Nu and Da Qing tried to channel their demonic power into Yang Silang, but it was like throwing stones into the sea; once inside Yang Silang's body, it was devoured and assimilated by the powerful and strange wood-elemental true energy.

The four were so anxious they were like ants on a hot pan, running around in circles, but they were completely helpless.