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Samadhi True Flame is a type of internal fire. It was originally just called "True Flame," but after the powerful True Yang Sect designated the Third Realm as the "True Flame Realm," the Upper Dan Sect stopped using the term.

The Upper Dan Sect cultivates a cauldron within their Qi Sea upon starting their journey. They use this cauldron to generate Human Fire, then nurture Earth Fire to advance to the Second Realm. Finally, they imitate the True Yang Sect’s Secret Technique to devour Celestial Fire, fusing the three fires—Human, Earth, and Celestial—within their internal cauldron to form Samadhi True Flame.

During alchemy, they use these three fires—Celestial, Earth, and Human—to fuel their Pill Furnaces. By controlling the heat with their own essence, qi, and spirit, they can achieve twice the results with half the effort. Once they reach the Fourth Realm and merge the Samadhi True Flame with their physical bodies, they can perform alchemy at will. However, in the entire Cultivation Realm today, only two people have reached the Fourth Realm.

Moreover, the Upper Dan Sect’s secret techniques only go as far as the Fourth Realm, but they are the only unorthodox sect to possess a complete Fourth Realm Secret Technique.

Wang Ping took the puppet, his Primordial Spirit delving inside to inspect its Qi Sea. Back when they besieged Yuan Hu, Ruan Chunzi had intentionally preserved Yuan Hu’s physical body, so the blockage in the Qi Sea was not severe and would recover in five or six days at most.

Its limbs and meridians had also been repaired smoothly, with the finest Wood Spirit Arrays already carved into key positions. Wang Ping just needed to fix its Qi Sea, clear the mental blockages in its head caused by the seal, use the Enlightenment Skill to grant it a basic consciousness, and seal it within a Soldier Talisman. Then he would have a Golden Armor Soldier capable of using Samadhi True Flame.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist."

Wang Ping put away the puppet and cupped his hands in gratitude.

Yuan Zheng waved his hand, his gaze falling upon the majestic Golden Body Divine Statue of the Xiao Shan Lord. "In another half a month, Shangjing City will hold the succession ceremony. You must take care of yourself. Don’t try to do what can’t be done."

"Yes."

Wang Ping replied evenly.

Yuan Zheng withdrew his gaze from the Golden Body Divine Statue and cupped his fists. "My business here is done. Farewell. I’ll be waiting for you in Ningzhou Road."

Wang Ping also cupped his fists in reply.

Afterward, Yuan Zheng summoned a cauldron, which transformed into a streak of fiery red light and disappeared over the horizon.

「In the blink of an eye, it was March.」

Wang Ping had spent the last few days repairing Puppet Yuan Hu. On the morning of the third, Yu Lian flew over happily from the military camp near Moon Mountain.

"The restorative Magical Artifact you helped me buy from the Daoist Palace has arrived!"

As Yu Lian landed in front of him, she eagerly presented a pure white, round-mouthed porcelain bottle. A distinct Water Spirit Formation emanated from it.

Wang Ping stopped what he was doing, and as he held out his hand, Yu Lian guided the porcelain bottle to land in it.

"A perfect Gathering Spirit Array!"

Wang Ping sent his Primordial Spirit into the porcelain bottle. Inside, he saw a self-circulating Gathering Spirit Array that automatically gathered Water Spirit Qi from the world, concentrating it within. An emerald Luminous Pearl rested at the bottom. The collected Water Spirit Qi swirled around it, forming a cyan mist visible to the naked eye.

"Is that a Water-Stabilizing Pearl?"

"Yes. It’s an artificially made ’Water-Stabilizing Pearl,’ created deep on the ocean floor using a Water Spirit Formation to shape energy. But it’s still extremely rare because it takes at least three hundred years to form. One of this size must be at least five hundred years old."

Wang Ping nodded with satisfaction.

Yu Lian continued, "Shuang’Er said that once I refine it, I’ll just need a single thought during battle, and the Water Spirit Qi it has gathered will replenish my Qi Sea."

"How long will it take to refine?"

"I don’t know. I feel like I just need to mark its Array with my Primordial Spirit Consciousness to succeed. Under normal circumstances, it should only take a day or two."

"..."

Wang Ping once again envied the innate talent of Spiritual Objects, then asked, "What’s it called?"

Yu Lian tilted her head, thought for a moment, and said, "It didn’t come with a name. I’ll give it one... Let’s call it the Purple-Blue Treasure Bottle. How about that?"

"Isn’t that the name of some magical treasure from a storybook?"

"Yes! I just thought it was a great name."

"But it doesn’t suit it."

The magical artifact was bluish-white.

Yu Lian said nonchalantly, "It’s fine, as long as it sounds good." With that, she curled her tail around the porcelain bottle and changed the subject. "I’m going to the nearby river to refine it."

As she spoke, she rode a cloud toward the nearby river.

Wang Ping watched Yu Lian’s back until she disappeared from view, a faint smile gracing his lips. He then returned to organizing Puppet Yuan Hu’s Qi Sea, his expression completely at ease.

During this time, all of Zhongzhou seemed to share Wang Ping’s mood, enjoying a rare moment of peace and tranquility.

Then again, that wasn’t entirely true. Everywhere, that is, except the Northwest Region.

The situation in the Northwest Region had recently grown delicate. Six days prior, they had made a high-profile announcement that Shanwu Road and the Snowfield were being incorporated into the Datong Marquisate. They then gathered a large force in two major towns west of West Stone Road, posturing as if preparing for an all-out advance to the east.

At the same time, several bloody conflicts erupted in Zhushan Road between a few Langguan from the Ministry of Justice—which answered to the Datong Court’s Prime Minister’s Mansion—and cultivators of the True Yang Sect. The conflict began when the True Yang Sect tried to establish a Daoist Temple on Changtong Mountain in northern Zhushan Road to spread their teachings without notifying the Datong Court. When officials from the Ministry of Revenue went to register the new establishment, they were driven away by True Yang Sect disciples.

Subsequently, officials from the Ministry of Justice linked two murders in the town below Changtong Mountain to disciples of the True Yang Sect. When they attempted to make arrests, they were met with resistance, and the conflict became unavoidable.

When word reached the Datong Court, the Prime Minister’s Mansion immediately coordinated with the Grand Commandant’s Mansion. They dispatched five thousand Northwest Iron Cavalry and twenty thousand Government Soldiers, laying a watertight siege around Changtong Mountain.

Today marked the second day of the army’s siege on Changtong Mountain.

Within the camp of the Datong Army.

A Chief Historian from the Prime Minister’s Mansion, with two attendants on horseback, arrived outside the Central Army Camp under the guidance of a Vice General. The commander of this campaign, Kunpeng, had already been waiting outside the main tent for some time.

When the Chief Historian and his attendants dismounted, Kunpeng, a man who shared a bond of sworn brotherhood with the Datong Duke, descended the two steps of his command platform to greet them. He cupped his fists and said, "Greetings, Chief Historian Wang. We are troubled by your need to come to the front line personally."

Chief Historian Wang immediately returned the salute with a deep, ninety-degree bow. "My Lord, you honor me too much."

After a good while of pleasantries, Kunpeng finally led Chief Historian Wang into the main tent. His subordinate officers then filed in one after another until the large tent of the Central Army was packed full.

"Has the Duke sent orders to attack the mountain?"

Chief Historian Wang had just caught his breath when a Vice General asked impatiently.

Kunpeng immediately berated him, "Hold your tongue! Now go receive ten strokes of the military rod!"

"Yes, sir!"

The Vice General offered no rebuttal.

Chief Historian Wang waved his hand. "No harm done." He let his serious expression from outside the tent fall away and, with a smile, took a document written on yellow paper from his robes. "The Duke and the Chancellor have made up their minds. Even if Changtong Mountain must flow with rivers of blood, we must ascend the mountain and capture the fugitives from True Yang Mountain."

Kunpeng hesitated for two breaths upon hearing this and started to ask, "I wonder..."

Chief Historian Wang interrupted, "Rest assured, My Lord. The Chancellor has already persuaded experts from the Snowfield. Two Third Realm Cultivators have already arrived nearby."

He offered this reassurance to Kunpeng, but then his tone shifted. "Remember, our mission is to ascend the mountain and capture the fugitives from True Yang Mountain, not to destroy the True Yang Sect’s Dao Field on Changtong Mountain. You must make this crystal clear to your soldiers. There is to be no looting or vandalism on the mountain. Anyone who disobeys will be executed on the spot, without pardon!"

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