Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 43: Yixing Lineage, Talking about Qi Training

The snake corpses on the ground began to disperse, and the charred earth and space were moving away.

The perspective began to change, and Zhang Yuanzhu returned to the house again.

At this moment, the Nuo mask was completely suppressed, the red light on it disappeared, and it became ordinary.

A thought.

The Nuo mask blends into the face like flowing water.

In the Dantian, a red snake with six arms supporting the sky emerged, coiled neatly on the breath, and began to inhale and exhale.

In an instant, the breath and blood that had stagnated in tempering began to transform again.

Wisps of qi, blood and divine light surged out from his flesh and blood, bathing Zhang Yuanzhu in divine light.

Zhang Yuanzhu closed his eyes and sat cross-legged on the ground, carefully experiencing the transformation of his body without any unnecessary movements.

When night came, the tightly closed eyes slowly opened.

In an instant, the void turned white, as if a sharp sword pierced through the darkness.

"Ten days, at most, will purify the aura, blood, and flesh to the utmost."

Zhang Yuanzhu whispered in his heart.

A smile appeared on his face unconsciously.

The 100-day period of Qi accumulation must be crossed, and a solid foundation must be laid.

While thinking, he stood up, patted the dust off the hem of his clothes, and walked towards the door.

Crunch!

Pushing open the door, he headed towards the southwest corner of the mountainside.

At this time, night fell and many disciples were immersed in their cultivation. There were not many people around.

Zhang Yuanzhu took a quick step, dodged the disciples, and finally stopped in front of a house.

Extend your palm and tap gently.

Boom!Boom!
"who?"

Chaotic footsteps and puzzled questions were heard from the room.

"it's me."

Zhang Yuanzhu put his hand down.

Crunch!

The door opened, revealing a beautiful figure.

"Senior Brother Zhang."

Zhou Zhi's pretty face was filled with surprise.

He quickly moved sideways, leaving space for people to pass through.

"Please come in!"

Zhang Yuanzhu nodded and walked in quickly.

Zhou Zhi quickly closed the door.

Inside the house, candles burned, dispelling the darkness.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood in front of the table, looking at the girl with a nervous expression.

He stretched out his hand, and a wooden box emerged and was placed on the table.

"I'm sorry to bother you with the ambush and murder of Liemang and others."

“Here’s the reward!”

He bent his knuckles slightly and tapped the wooden box.

In an instant, the wooden box opened, revealing a small half of the red fruit.

The flesh is crystal clear and has a unique fragrance.

"The Tempering Fruit is a precious medicine that can temper the body. It can be taken directly."

"I got this after defeating a demon bear."

Zhou Zhi looked at the precious medicine on the table with burning eyes.

Although she came from a wealthy family, wealthy families were nothing in Daofeng, and they had never seen such a precious medicine.

Call ~
"Brother Zhang, the precious medicine is so precious, I can't."

She was answered by the boy's departing footsteps and a calm voice.

"This fruit is of no use to me."

Crunch!

The door opened, Zhang Yuanzhu paused for a moment, and continued:
“When the Body Tempering Fruit was seized, only half was left.”

As the words floated, he had already walked out of the room and closed the door without any delay.

Zhou Zhi looked at the closed door blankly.

Is the person who just arrived really the one that scares and terrifies all Daofeng disciples?
There is no arrogance, no coldness, only openness and calmness.

She suddenly remembered that the night before he boarded the Green Jade Boat, he ran hundreds of miles in the snow just to save the Ruan sisters.

If something unexpected happened at that time, he would have missed the path to immortality. For a long time! For a long time!
Zhou Zhi sighed lightly.

"Brother, can someone like you really walk the path to immortality?"

Four days passed in a flash, and it was time for Daofeng's morning class again.

Zhang Yuanzhu remembered his strict master's instructions and sat cross-legged on the cushion in the Taoist temple early in the morning, waiting.

As the morning class time approached, one disciple after another walked into the Taoist temple.

When they saw the figure sitting cross-legged in the front, they consciously shut their mouths and waited for the morning class to begin.

Suddenly, a graceful figure, supported by four people, walked slowly over and sat down calmly beside Zhang Yuanzhu.

Four guards and maids also sat down one by one.

Many disciples looked at the six figures in the front row with different expressions.

The first row, which was once full of ten people, is now half empty.

"coming!"

Zhang Yuanzhu murmured.

He felt a familiar breath approaching.

An old man, wearing a green Taoist robe, slowly emerged from the top cushion and glanced at everyone.

"Morning class begins now."

"It has been forty days since you came to Dao Peak. Seventy percent of the disciples have entered the Qi Condensation Stage, and one has even entered the Qi Training Stage."

Master Yan glanced at Lie Lin'er deeply and continued his lecture:
"Today, let's talk about what the Qi training realm is."

Hearing this, Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes showed seriousness. He knew that Master Yan was mainly telling him the story.

"After reaching the Qi Condensation Stage, the Qi and Blood treasures merge, and then absorb the spiritual energy between heaven and earth to generate magic power. This is Qi Refining."

"The Qi Training Realm is the second realm of immortal cultivation. It truly opens the door to cultivation and possesses all kinds of incredible abilities. If you can reach this realm in the future, you will experience it for yourself."

After a pause, Master Yan's tone became serious.

"There are twelve levels in the Qi training realm, each one a new building. Only those with great perseverance, great luck, and great financial resources can climb to it."

Zhang Yuanzhu listened to the knowledge explained by the teacher, combined it with his own experience, and constantly verified what he learned.

"Today's morning class ends here. You can leave as you please. Yuan Zhu will stay."

"Yes, teaching."

After bowing in response, the figures left one after another.

Lie Lin'er stood up and glanced deeply at the old Taoist sitting cross-legged on the mat.

Then he walked out of the Taoist temple with his guards and maids.

"Strict teacher."

Zhang Yuanzhu stood up, clasped his fists and saluted.

"sit down!"

Taoist Master Yan looked peaceful and waved his hand, motioning him to sit down and continue listening.

"I talk, you listen."

"Some knowledge, for ordinary cultivators, would only bring troubles, but for a genius like you, it is something that must be known."

Taoist Master Yan waved his hand, and a pot of tea and a teacup appeared.

He picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup.

"In the Qi training realm, there is something called a magic pattern. It is something that is naturally born when magic is practiced to the extreme."

"The most basic ability of this item is to allow spells to be cast instantly. It is also rumored to be very beneficial for those who reach a higher level after Qi training."

"However, the magic patterns are difficult to cultivate, and the body also has its limit."

"Therefore, most forces with profound heritages allow their own geniuses to have three levels and one magic pattern."

Zhang Yuanzhu frowned slightly, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Old Taoist Yan stopped talking and drank his tea in small sips.

"Master Yan, we must have three levels of magic patterns. Isn't there anyone who has tried the first level of magic patterns?"

"Hey!"

"You geniuses all have this question."

The old Taoist chuckled and drank the tea in the cup.

"Many geniuses have tried, but their paths were cut off because their bodies were unable to bear the magic patterns, or they died of old age in the Qi Training Realm because of the long time spent practicing the magic patterns."

"In Immortal Weapon Valley, from ancient times to the present, there are only about two people who have successfully achieved one level and one magic pattern."

"And in recent years, there happened to be one person who did it."

Zhang Yuanzhu half-closed his pupils and gently stroked the hilt of the knife.

"Who?"

"The Yixing lineage—Ye Jinxian!"

(End of this chapter)