Chapter 1131: A Cup Of Tea To Divide The Peak
Xuanmiao Temple.
A steady spring drizzle fell in sheets, as several disciples within the temple busied themselves with gathering qi on the wind. Their bodies glided through the rain like fish in the sea, the pale green light in their hands continuously collecting and condensing into streams of qi.
A middle-aged layman with a square face and plain robes lifted the hem of his garment as he walked along the slick stone steps in wooden clogs. His movements resembled those of an ordinary mortal without cultivation.
Upon reaching the courtyard, he pushed open the door and called out with a smile, "Zhaojing, please come in!"
A Daoist Master in white robes embroidered with golden patterns entered. His features were refined, his face youthful, and though his eyes held no malice, the calm sweep of his gaze was enough to make the surrounding disciples lower their heads in unison.
Li Ximing followed him up the steps and replied, "This spring rain is rare. I see your disciples are all gathering qi; it seems they look forward to this day each year. No wonder I haven't seen Qiuxin around."
Sumian greeted him with a light smile and said, "Qiuxin left long ago. Matters at the Eastern Sea are troublesome, and he must stay there to oversee them. As for this spring rain, we gather it every year, yet it's never enough. Sometimes, I even have to refine it myself with divine arts."
He chuckled softly and continued, "Your family has quite a number of cultivators. If you're willing, perhaps they could help me collect some from the lake as well?"
This old fox never misses a chance to pluck a feather from a passing goose, thought Li Ximing.
He smiled and replied, "That's easily done. As long as you show us the qi-gathering method, my family's cultivators can gather some as well and exchange it at your temple for spirit items."