"Pfft...cough cough cough cough..." Zhang Jing coughed repeatedly after spitting out a mouthful of blood. It took him a while to recover.

Just like in his previous life, this world also had a large number of books about Qigong and cultivation on the internet and in bookstores, most of which were attributed to historical figures from the Xuanmen or Futu sects. Zhang Jing was quite interested in collecting some of them, intending to try them out. Since cultivation methods truly existed in this world, could these things also be practiced?

Thus, the scene of him vomiting blood came about.

After catching his breath for a long time, Zhang Jing tossed the "Small Heavenly Circuit Direct Pointing" manual aside, feeling a bit of lingering fear. He realized that one really couldn't practice martial arts haphazardly; if he had killed himself through improper practice, it would have been a disgrace for a transmigrator…

For an ordinary person, practicing these things would at most result in no reaction, but for him, who had already embarked on the path of cultivation, it was not as simple as no reaction.

With this experience, he also realized one fact: it was best not to try those messy cultivation methods from later generations.

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In the following days, Zhang Jing's daily routine was monotonous and regular. He spent most of his time practicing various cultivation methods. Meanwhile, in the cave world, the organization of the Scripture Hall was progressing rapidly and was now in its final stages.

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