Chapter 1, The Soul Leaves the Body

This community is not a luxurious one, and it has been established for at least over a decade. For instance, the decoration in Wenfei's home is somewhat outdated. However, the interior of this house is quite different; it can be said to be a treasure within a shabby exterior, completely incongruous with the appearance of this old-fashioned community.

A wisp of sandalwood smoke enveloped him, gradually revealing a human silhouette. If there had been others in the room, they might have exclaimed, "A ghost!" and fled in terror. However, here was only Wen Fei, who was already quite accustomed to such a situation. This was nothing but what is known as the soul leaving the body.

The decor is extremely comfortable and has an American style, exuding a relaxed and cozy atmosphere. The floor is even covered with a thick carpet, and in the small entrance hall, there is a bar stocked with a variety of fine wines. Unfortunately, Wenfei is not very familiar with any of this.

"Damn the Quanzhen Longmen, a group of traitors. How come they weren't eliminated by Genghis Khan? They actually concoct such falsehoods to deceive people. I find it strange; if it were said that the Thunder Law wwwhetushucom .com is related to the Southern Sect of Golden Elixirs, that would be normal. But what the hell does it have to do with the Quanzhen Sect?" Wen Fei cursed.

Tonight, the beautiful mistress is clearly absent. The darkness leaves Wen Fei somewhat disappointed, and the house seems to be quite tidy. At the very least, the socks and thong that used to be scattered all over the floor and on the sofa and water dispenser are no longer visible. He is preoccupied with looking around, completely oblivious to the cameras installed in the hidden corners of the walls

I do not know if it is due to the recent venting, but this time I entered a state of tranquility particularly quickly. I could hear a crackling sound, like that of frying beans, and then suddenly felt as if I was floating up.

This is the foundational stance of Tai Chi. Wen Fei has been practicing this stance since childhood, for nearly ten years. Now, standing, his entire body is relaxed and natural, as if he is truly embracing a large ball.

Once his energy and blood gradually settled, Wen Fei lit three sticks of sandalwood incense that he had purchased at a high price. After all, having undergone over ten years of long-term meditation and study, he quickly calmed down. He then began his routine visualization.

I am ultimately not a member of the Daoist sect, and I know too little about the history and anecdotes within it. This is why I have fallen into this predicament; if I do not continue my cultivation, I will inevitably encounter problems.

The first time encountering such a situation, Wen Fei felt a bit scared. However, now he is quite familiar with it, allowing himself to float freely. As he floated, it seemed as if he had hit the ceiling and could not get out.

This is an ordinary bedroom, approximately a dozen square meters in size, featuring a bed cluttered with clothes and various miscellaneous items, as well as a computer desk with a computer that is currently on. It is not the tranquil meditation room one might imagine; rather, it is simply the untidy bedroom of an average homebody.

Although Wen Fei is a reclusive and socially awkward individual, his obsessions differ from those of typical reclusive men. He is not captivated by cartoon beauties from the second dimension, nor is he interested in adult films from certain countries. Instead, he is fascinated by the mysterious arts of Daoism.

Last time, I finally managed to obtain a set of "Secret Transmission of the Five Thunder Techniques" online. I eagerly practiced with the book for half a month, only to discover that this set of teachings was actually the work of a Longmen Taoist from the Republic of China. I was instantly infuriated and let out a stream of curses.

A single woman's boudoir, and moreover, that of a beautiful single woman; it is easy to imagine what Wen Fei would do if he were to enter.

A figure with a lewd smile, enveloped in a faint haze of sandalwood smoke, silently penetrated through the wall. Without any obstruction, it arrived in the adjacent room.

Wen Fei erupted in a tirade against the Daoist surnamed Wang, indiscriminately cursing the ancestors of the Longmen Sect from Qiu Changchun to the present. He still felt a wave of trepidation, as this thunder technique lacked many essential elements in internal energy cultivation. To be precise, it was as if he had haphazardly filled in the missing pages of an authentic text, incorporating the Tian Gang skill of the Zhengyi Sect into the thunder technique, and only the method of harnessing the luck of the Tian Gang skill.

Wen Fei was sitting upright on the bed, with a small table placed in front of him. He lit three sticks of sandalwood incense, which emitted a subtle fragrance that brought a sense of calm and tranquility.

He scolded for a while, gradually calming down. It is not worth delaying his cultivation for these trivial matters

This is a person with short, unkempt hair and an ordinary appearance, so unremarkable that they could be lost in a crowd. They are wearing a T-shirt featuring a cartoon character and colorful beach shorts, dressed in the attire of a typical otaku.

Indeed, the professionals are truly exceptional; even Wen Fei, a super enthusiast, could not discern that it was fake. Not only does it possess the miraculous technique of scene transformation and blending, but it also includes the fiery decree of the great method of Deng Tianjun. Theoretically, it reveals not a hint of flaw. Truly, they are professional Taoists; when it comes to counterfeiting, they can easily create something indistinguishable from the real thing.

In a nearby house, Wen Fei often found the beautiful mistress of the benefactor nervously huddled in the arms of a plump man in his thirties, shouting: "Master, Master. Look quickly, that ghost has really appeared..."

They stared at the images on the display without blinking. In the empty house, a translucent shadow moved back and forth. The shadow was quite ethereal, resembling a human figure made of smoke, evoking a chill deep within.

This is a commercial residential property in the community, and this wall is the main wall. Next door is another set of apartments, to be precise, it is another unit, naturally inhabited by another family. To be exact, it is occupied by one person, a young and beautiful woman, around twenty-four or twenty-five years old. She is likely the mistress kept by some wealthy man.

Wen Fei was not in a hurry; he maintained his composure, unaware of how much time had passed. Suddenly, his body shook violently, breaking through the ceiling that had been holding him back, and he found himself outside. As he opened his eyes abruptly, he saw his own sleeping self lying on the bed, observing everything in the house from a suspended angle.

The man, a member of a successful elite, swallowed hard, feeling as if the worldview he had cultivated over decades was crumbling before his eyes. Although, in principle, he should be a staunch communist warrior, he found himself more inclined to believe in superstitions like feng shui. Moreover, the images displayed on the screen in front of him made him feel a pressing urgency between his legs.

Stand with your feet shoulder-width apart, toes pointing forward and parallel, with your body upright and your lower abdomen relaxed; raise both hands to chest level, fingers slightly spread, forming a semi-circular embrace. The mouth is slightly open or closed, breathing naturally through the nose. The hips are positioned as if sitting but not fully seated. This is the Tai Chi Hunyuan Zhuang.