Shen Zhao Jing

"Absolutely not," Ling Shuanghua replied firmly. She couldn't fathom her mother ending up in the lower realms.

"Is that so?" Song Qingshu raised his hands, a gesture of reassurance. "Then, Miss Ling, you no longer have to worry about that dreadful oath."

"Thank you, Song Gongzi, for your guidance." An immense sense of clarity washed over Ling Shuanghua as Song Qingshu shed light on the matter. She felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted. In the past, she had been trapped in the game, unaware of this truth. Ding Dian, being a straightforward person, lacked such delicate thoughts, resulting in both of them being haunted by an unnecessary poisonous oath for several years.

"Miss Ling, fear not. I have a solution that will finally allow you and Ding Daxia to be wed," Song Qingshu assured her. With the problem between them now understood, he felt confident that the mission was nearing its end. He stood up, preparing to take his leave.

"Young Master Song, thank you for your efforts," Ling Shuanghua stood up and replied. Even though her face was marred, her demeanor exuded elegance and refinement. Song Qingshu smiled kindly and turned away.

"Did you see Shuanghua?" Ding Dian, in his prison cell, stood up eagerly, his eyes fixed on Song Qingshu. "How is she?"

Song Qingshu shook his head with a hint of annoyance. "You foolish man and your complaining girl, the first question is always the same. She is doing well, but she has become a bit thin due to excessive worry."

"That's good, that's good..." Ding Dian's face lit up with a devilish smirk.

"Don't be so smug," Song Qingshu coughed lightly. "Let's talk about the Divine Sutra."

Ding Dian suddenly became cautious. "Once Shuanghua and I leave Jingzhou City, we will naturally give you the Divine Sutra."

With a smile, Song Qingshu responded, "I am as weak as a chicken. What if you fall behind?"

"We have each other," Ding Dian crossed his arms and snorted coldly. "Teaching you is out of the question for now."

"Well, even if you prove trustworthy, I still wonder if your mystical scriptures can truly heal my meridians," Song Qingshu expressed doubt. "What if you take a reckless risk and it turns out that the scriptures are of no use to my injuries? Who will I turn to then?"

"My hamstring was shattered by Ling Tuisi's men before, yet here I am, alive and well," Ding Dian extended his leg to demonstrate.

"All of this is merely your word, and I cannot determine its truth or falsehood," Song Qingshu frowned, pacing back and forth. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands together. "Give me the first half now. Once I have fulfilled the good deeds for you and Miss Ling, you can then give me the remaining half. How does that sound, Ding Daxia? I'm making this concession based on my trust in your and Miss Ling's character..."

Ding Dian hesitated for a moment, realizing that a worthless promise wouldn't motivate the cunning individual before him to put in any effort. "Well, Shuanghua is the most important person in my life. What is a mystical scripture compared to that? Go ahead, listen."

Observing that martial arts transmission was about to take place, Di Yun, who sat nearby, felt frustrated. He couldn't muster any interest and knew that he would only be beaten if he showed any. He covered his ears and retreated to the corner of the room.

Ding Dian cast a guilty glance at him. "Hey, Di Yun, listen up."

Di Yun vigorously shook his head, fearing the consequences. Ding Dian shot him a fierce glare. "You want to get beaten again, don't you?"

Terrified, Di Yun quickly released his hands from his ears and listened tremulously.

"It seems you're in a hurry, but I must still caution you," Ding Dian said, seeing Song Qingshu's expectant expression. He hesitated for a moment before continuing, "Diligent practice is crucial, but haste won't yield success. It must be approached step by step, attuning yourself to the divine and following the scriptures. Maintaining inner calm and eliminating all distractions is especially important."

"Naturally," Song Qingshu replied, though he sighed inwardly. He couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency, aware that he could be hunted down at any moment.

Observing his duplicity, Ding Dian coldly smiled and paid it no mind. He proceeded to recite the Shenzhao scriptures directly, saying, "He who has witnessed the eternal sky is the source of life, rooted in the balance of Yin and Yang. Within the heavens and earth, encompassing the Six Harmonies, its Qi spans nine states, Nine Orifices, Five Organs, and Twelve Festivals, all interconnected with the celestial forces..."

"The pure Qi of the sky, governed by will, solidifies the yang when followed. Thus, the sage spreads his spirit, aligns with the weather, and communicates with the divine..."

Whether it was due to his crossing or some other reason, Song Qingshu found that his memory was exceptional. He had reached a state of near-perfect recollection. Silently, he repeated the last few sentences of the first half of the Shenzhao scriptures to ensure he had memorized it all.

As he contemplated the scripture's content, Song Qingshu realized that the essence of the Shenzhao Sutra lay in absorbing qi from the sky. Its cultivation method differed from conventional martial arts that focused on manipulating the meridians. Through practice, one could nourish and regenerate their meridians, making it a truly extraordinary skill in the world.

Overjoyed, Song Qingshu exclaimed, "The Divine Photo Book is truly extraordinary! Fear not, Ding Daxia. Though I may disregard proper etiquette, I always honor my promises. I will do everything in my power to help you and Miss Ling ascend to new heights!" Suddenly, Ding Dian appeared surprised, casting a curious glance at him. Song Qingshu hadn't received any direct instruction in cultivation methods. He had merely listened to the recitation of the scriptures once, yet he unexpectedly possessed the crucial aura of the Shenzhao scriptures! The remaining cultivation process would only require time and refining of the celestial aura... Looking at the bewildered Di Yun, Ding Dian couldn't help but wonder: Could this man be a martial arts prodigy, a once-in-a-century genius?

Song Qingshu couldn't help but notice the remarkable changes occurring within his body, and his heart filled with astonishment. How could he compare this experience to the games he had played in his previous life? It was as if he had stumbled upon a cheat book, instantly reaching the highest level of mastery. Was he truly a prodigious being, born with extraordinary talents?

"Son, Master Ling has sent someone to summon you to the mansion," a government servant called from a distance.

"Understood, I'll come right away," Song Qingshu replied, raising his voice. He then turned to address Ding Dian, saying, "Ding Daxia, most of your matters with Miss Ling will have to begin with Ling Tuisi. I will handle him first."

"Hmm!" Ding Dian nodded, his expression noncommittal. He turned around, his gaze fixed on the naive boy, Di Yun. He understood that one should never put all their eggs in one basket. Although Di Yun was a bit clumsy, he was more cunning and shrewd than he appeared. In case of any unexpected events in the future, Ding Dian might have to rely on him to ensure his and Shuanghua's safety.

As Song Qingshu made his way, he couldn't help but feel a faint whirlwind moving slowly within his body. With each passing rotation, a soothing warmth spread through his meridians and acupoints, replacing the previous sensations of soreness and pain. Although there were still some meridians and acupoints that seemed obstructed, he attributed it to the incomplete knowledge of the Shenzhao Sutra he had acquired. Obtaining the complete scripture in the future would likely resolve any lingering issues, allowing him to heal himself without difficulty.

"The palace's Lord Guan seemed elated. Could he have discovered something?" Ling Tuisi asked with a somber expression, holding his tea cup tightly.