I changed the world.

Zhang Jing received a call from the courier early in the morning after finishing his routine practice. He went out to receive the goods sent by the drone and found that they were the tools he had ordered for cutting and polishing jade.

After placing the tools in the corner of the room, Zhang Jing, carrying some prepared items, traveled to Lishan Cave.

After carefully examining his body again, he was able to preliminarily determine that the cultivation he had increased using the Demon Refining Pot had no side effects, and everything seemed perfectly normal.

However, just to be on the safe side, Zhang Jing decided to use the wishing book again:

"I wish that using the Demon Refining Pot in my hand to improve my cultivation progress will have no side effects, including short-term and any long-term side effects or defects. Everything will be the same as the effect of normal cultivation."

This time, black text quickly appeared on the wishing book:

"I make a vow that using myself will have the same effect as normal spiritual practice."

The wish has been fulfilled.

6000 Wishing Points deducted.

So, what to do next was a natural progression. Zhang Jing took out the Demon-Refining Pot again, unscrewed the lid, and, to be on the safe side, didn't drink the remaining liquid all at once, but rather drank it in small sips. He would then circulate his internal energy to transform the liquid, thus adjusting his body and mind, until the effects were fully absorbed before taking another sip.

Thus, unknowingly, the Qi within Zhang Jing's body had become so dense that it surged like a tidal wave, and the seed of power he had previously obtained from "All Rivers Converge into the Sea," which had already merged with Zhang Jing's spirituality, was now spreading, extending, and transforming...

Zhang Jing vaguely sensed a membrane-like presence binding him, a peculiar feeling as if something invisible was enveloping him. It was a metaphysical sensation, a spiritual one, not a physical sensation, yet it was exceptionally clear.

Deep down, Zhang Jing understood that he was standing at a critical point of transformation.

Zhang Jing stopped, enduring the impact of the power within his body, took out a water bottle that had been prepared in advance from the backpack beside him, opened the lid, and drank the liquid inside in one gulp.

The kettle contained a medicinal liquid he had prepared beforehand. The prescription was from the book "Hundred Rivers Converging into the Sea," and it was somewhat like traditional Chinese medicine. Apart from being a bit strange and having strict requirements for the preparation method, it wasn't difficult to collect. In Zhang Jing's opinion, the two most difficult ingredients to collect were nothing more than a tortoise shell that was over 50 years old and a Ganoderma lucidum that grew on an ancient tree that was over 100 years old.

Zhang Jing made a trip to Tongjitang, the oldest and most reputable pharmacy in Linzhou, and collected all of these items. He then spent three hours preparing the medicine.

According to the book "Hundred Rivers Converge into the Sea", this medicine is used to suppress the side effects during the advancement process and reduce the risk of losing control.

After swallowing the medicine, Zhang Jing closed his eyes and sat down cross-legged.

The Qi within his body surged like a surging tide, wave after wave, finally forming a massive vortex. His spirit, spirituality, and will were united like never before. In this state of profound resonance between body and mind, Zhang Jing suddenly struggled…

Zhang Jing seemed to hear a sound like brocade being torn apart. His whole body and mind suddenly relaxed, as if he had been freed from some kind of shackle. He even had the illusion that he had unloaded a heavy burden.

Suddenly, he felt an overwhelming sense of joy. He seemed to see the sky shining brightly, with colorful celestial palaces faintly visible. Among them, celestial birds, exotic beasts, and female immortals flew and dotted the landscape, while immortals in flowing robes waved to him. In a daze, Zhang Jing felt as if he were about to rise from the ground, like an immortal ascending to heaven, floating lightly towards the celestial palaces...

Just then, a heavy, dense feeling rose from his abdomen and spread throughout his limbs and bones, instantly clearing his mind. He bit his tongue sharply, completely breaking free from the illusion. Looking around, he saw no celestial palace or immortals to be seen...

Although I don't know what would happen if I really floated to that celestial palace, it certainly wouldn't be a good thing. The dense and heavy feeling I just felt must have been the effect of the potion.

A cold sweat broke out on his back. Zhang Jing stood up and calmed himself down.

With a thought, he vanished from his spot and reappeared on the roof of a half-collapsed three-story building about fifty or sixty meters away in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Jing spread his hands and carefully examined his body. His skin was crystal clear and delicate, like that of a virgin. However, Zhang Jing knew that beneath this appearance, his hands contained a terrifying destructive power.

Zhang Jing clearly felt that he had now entered the second stage of the Transformation Realm, and his strength had obviously reached a new level compared to before. To use an imperfect analogy from the martial arts novels Zhang Jing had read in his previous life, if in the first stage his strength was basically at the level of Jin Yong's novels, especially in the later stages of the first stage, Zhang Jing felt that his strength could surpass the Five Greats in The Legend of the Condor Heroes, then after his strength improved to the second stage, the benchmark seemed to have jumped from Jin Yong's novels to Huang Yi's novels...

Looking at the Demon Refining Pot in his hand, Zhang Jing noticed that a small amount of liquid remained, about a mouthful. He thought for a moment, then put it away, not drinking it all at once. This wasn't for any other reason than that his cultivation had improved so rapidly that he hadn't had time to acquire the second-tier cultivation technique.

The previous "All Rivers Converge into the Sea" method was only required for the first stage of the Celestial Venerable's Path. Using this method for the second stage would be unsuitable, and Zhang Jing currently lacked the second-stage method. He guessed he had lost it because he hadn't obtained the subsequent methods from the ruins of Lishan Cave Heaven. Since he was still quite far from the first stage's Great Perfection, Zhang Jing wasn't in a hurry to acquire the relevant methods. He originally planned to use the Wish Book to obtain them later in the first stage, but plans changed, leading to the current situation.

Fortunately, with the wishing book, Zhang Jing felt he didn't need to search the world like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Thinking this, he summoned the Wish Book and opened it. However, he was taken aback after opening the Wish Book…

★ Volume Two: The Truth Hidden Behind History Books ★

Chapter 169 Fourth Type of Events

In Luo Yan's memory, An Huiling had always been a girl with fair skin, but it was a pale, delicate kind of pale, bloodless, far from the radiant white jade she was now.

Furthermore, An Huiling, who was already tall with long legs, seemed to have become even more upright and slender. Since she was wearing relatively close-fitting sportswear, Luo Yan noticed that after not seeing her roommate for a few days, her figure seemed to have become more curvaceous, and her overall physique no longer gave people a thin feeling, but appeared healthy and supple.

In particular, her roommate, who was usually sickly, looked radiant, something she had never seen in An Huiling before.

"Huiling, I feel like you're glowing!"

Luo Yan put down the fruit in her hand, looked An Huiling up and down, and suddenly asked, "To be honest, Huiling, are you in love?"

"What are you thinking about..." An Huiling blushed deeply, grabbed a book from the side and lightly patted her roommate on the head...

"If I were a boy, I would absolutely love you... Hey, don't hit me... Don't hit me... Ouch, that hurts..."