Invincible Starts From Dao Fruit-Chapter 64 - 45 Mr. Chen, Urgent 60 Miles!

Three Realms of Daoist Skill—

Meditation.

Observation.

Soul Emergence.

The First Realm, ’Meditation,’ is achieved as long as one glimpses their Divine Soul even once.

It is also an invisible threshold.

Many simply cannot calm their minds, unable to tame the restless mental monkeys within themselves. Their thoughts remain impure, their minds overwhelmed with distractions, and they can never achieve ’Meditation.’

Chen Jichuan, having experienced life and death, having seen worldly splendor, possessed an extraordinary state of mind. After deciphering the ’Taiyin Refining Body Technique,’ he had reached the threshold in just four months.

For an ordinary Daoist...

Three years sweeping the floors.

Three years reciting scriptures.

At least six years of effort would be required to reach the Meditation level.

After Meditation comes Observation.

"The Supreme Azure Sky of Beginning is five thousand miles away from the Sun and Moon Palace, harboring the divine mechanisms of the Dao, divided and clear, yet not easily distinguished. Is the Dao of Heaven cyclic? This mysterious, dim silence cannot be named. The Emperor emerges from Zhen, thus the Supreme Azure Sky of Beginning..."

Chen Jichuan silently recited the Daoist Scripture, unknowingly entering into a Meditation state once again.

Glimpsing his Divine Soul.

Threads of moonlight descended, cool and refreshing. Though it did not visibly absorb, his Divine Soul was bathed in moonlight, feeling as if it were being nourished.

Over time, it would inevitably thrive and grow stronger.

True Intent from the scripture began to emerge.

Dim, hazy patterns appeared around his Divine Soul.

Focusing attentively.

He could vaguely discern runes contained within, but the runes were complex and obscure, tangled and difficult to perceive clearly.

He tried to comprehend them earnestly.

Yet the more he tried, the more hopelessly tangled they became.

Before long, he became agitated, falling abruptly out of his Meditation state.

"Ugh—"

Chen Jichuan opened his eyes, feeling as if he hadn’t slept in three days, his spirit exhausted to the extreme, his eyelids heavy and barely able to stay open. Forced to keep himself upright, Chen Jichuan reviewed his experience inwardly: "Meditation, Observation. The former involves glimpsing the Divine Soul, the latter entails reciting scripture and contemplating the True Intent, forming runes within the consciousness sea. These runes represent Daoist skill and serve as the linguistic foundation for Daoist practice. Whether drawing runes, chanting incantations, or casting Daoist techniques, everything relies on this basis."

Dao remains elusive.

Profoundly obscure.

Yet upon crossing the threshold, many truths naturally became clear.

"It seems—"

"Having only the ’Taiyin Refining Body Technique’ is not enough. While Daoist skill builds, Daoist techniques are still necessary to counter opponents."

Chen Jichuan pondered to himself, unsure where he could find Daoist techniques.

He decided to record these insights in his ’Taiyin Yellow Paper Book.’

Once finished.

He could no longer endure.

"Ah~"

He yawned toward the sky, entered his room, and fell asleep as soon as he touched the bed.

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The next day.

Chen Jichuan rose early to practice martial arts.

Daoist techniques were enigmatic.

But they rarely yielded immediate progress. Meanwhile, martial arts required daily practice, consistently building over time.

By noon.

Chen Jichuan returned to the clinic to eat. He carried a wooden tub as tall as his lower leg, filled to the brim with rice, which was covered by fragrant braised pork and adorned with a variety of fruits and vegetables.

To refine the body and train in martial arts, nutrition had to be both sufficient and balanced.

Chen Jichuan devoured his meal, and the enormous tub of rice dwindled at a visible pace.

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Nearby, five adolescent boys watched slack-jawed.

No matter how many times they had seen it.

Every time they witnessed their master’s voracious appetite, every single one of them thought their master was just a glutton.

"Eat quickly."

"After eating, practice martial arts."

Chen Jichuan noticed the dazed looks of his five disciples and scolded them.

"Yes, Master!"

Upon hearing this, Guan Yi, Lin Sheng, and the other boys snapped out of it, hurriedly lowered their heads, and focused on their food.

Among the five.

The eldest two, Guan Yi and Lin Sheng, were already twelve years old.

The youngest, the chubby-cheeked Dong Zongwang, was only eight.

With his experience from the Great Yann World, Chen Jichuan made long-term plans for ’multiple generations’ right from the start this time.

He divided his ventures into two categories:

One was ’White Jade City.’

White Jade City needed no further introduction.

The performers and actors here had been recruited from Dai County and the surrounding towns. After brief training, they took on their roles. Chen Jichuan provided their wages, while they put in the effort.

Most shared little personal connection with Chen Jichuan.

They were merely tools for making money.

The second was ’Baozhi Forest.’

This was the clinic where Chen Jichuan lived.

Borrowing the name of Master Huang, its model wasn’t much different— novelbuddy.cσ๓

On one side, he treated patients.

On the other, he taught disciples in areas such as medicine and martial arts. This ensured that even when he wasn’t in the Da Liang World, ’Baozhi Forest’ and ’White Jade City’ were left in the hands of trustworthy people.

Guan Yi, Lin Sheng, and the other five disciples were still young for now.

To graduate and independently handle matters, they wouldn’t even dare dream of it before at least seven or eight additional years.

Chen Jichuan didn’t lack time.

Since arriving in Dai County, he took advantage of his extensive visits treating patients to carefully select several households with upright parents: families where both parents were sensible, and the households had multiple children.

He accepted three disciples—

Guan Yi.

Lin Sheng.

Dong Zongwang.

And then picked up two little street urchins, Hua Dazheng and Hua Dafang.

Orphans and children from good families each had their strengths.

The former, if grateful and loyal, could be reliable. However, if heartless and ungrateful, they might instead become a threat.

One can know a person’s appearance but not their heart.

Orphans have no family ties, and if their minds harbor darkness or ill intent, nurturing them wouldn’t just waste effort—it might even cause future harm.

Children from good families were different.

They had ties to their family and parents’ teachings. If their parents were decent individuals, their children usually wouldn’t be too bad.

Initially, Chen Jichuan intended only to select disciples from upright families with both parents present, harmonious homes that happened to be in difficult circumstances.

Hua Dazheng and Hua Dafang, however, had lost both parents and were brothers wandering the streets, relying on each other.

This reminded Chen Jichuan of himself and Chen Shaohu.

Thus, he brought the brothers back to Baozhi Forest.

For Lin Sheng, Guan Yi, and Dong Zongwang, even if Chen Jichuan taught them strictly and treated them harshly, they had their parents’ guidance and wouldn’t bear grudges against him for being demanding.

Hua Dazheng and Hua Dafang joined them too.

As long as Chen Jichuan remained fair and unbiased, the two brothers would be influenced by the other three, reducing the likelihood of resentment toward him.

In every respect.

Every possibility.

Chen Jichuan had deliberated thoroughly to avoid unnecessary trouble in the future.

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After the meal.

Chen Jichuan instructed the five boys on holding horse stances and taught them basic stances for punching and footwork. These young disciples were still too immature to learn advanced techniques.

Martial arts training began with cultivating virtues.

If one’s character was upright, even average martial skills could yield a prospering life.

If one’s character was crooked, no matter how skilled, their end would inevitably come through violent demise.

After practicing stances and basic drills.

Chen Jichuan then taught them literacy and familiarization with medicinal herbs.

Everything was done systematically.

It was also a form of relaxation for Chen Jichuan amidst his cultivation.

The afternoon quickly passed.

As night fell.

Chen Jichuan returned to Meditation, resumed Observation, and continued studying and cultivating the ’Taiyin Refining Body Technique.’

Time flowed steadily.

A month passed in the blink of an eye.

One evening.

As night descended, Chen Jichuan was practicing in the courtyard.

Suddenly.

Two tiny, sweat-drenched miniature warriors appeared through the crack in the courtyard gate.

One wore a pheasant feather in his helmet, stood approximately two inches tall, rode a grasshopper-sized horse, and had a fly-sized falcon perched on his arm.

The other, dressed exactly like the first, carried a tiny bow and arrows at his waist and led a hunting dog the size of an ant.

Clip-clop, clip-clop!

The two miniature warriors spurred their mounts, expertly navigating their way inside, arriving before Chen Jichuan. Their rice-grain-sized faces showed sincere deference, as they dismounted and bowed deeply, speaking loudly and earnestly: "Mr. Chen, an urgent delivery from sixty miles out!"