It turns out I'm a second-generation demon.

The next day, Li Xianyu took his great-grandmother out to buy clothes. She couldn't keep wearing men's clothes, so Li Xianyu made a long list, including clothes and daily necessities. When Li Xianyu asked his great-grandmother if she wanted to buy sanitary napkins, she was completely bewildered.

"Okay, let me put it another way, is your period coming or not?" he said.

I doubt it will come again; otherwise, the thought of my period, which has lasted for over a hundred years, is terrifying.

Li Xianyu was slashed on the neck by his great-grandmother. When he left, his neck was still crooked. He was grateful that his great-grandmother had shown mercy. Otherwise, with one slash, Li Xianyu would have died before he could carry on the Li family line.

Now that he has some spare money, the inheritance left by his biological father is not enough to make him a millionaire, but 200,000 yuan is enough for him to live a very enjoyable petit-bourgeois life in Shanghai.

Li Xianyu took a taxi directly to Nanjing Road Pedestrian Street, Shanghai's most bustling commercial street, which, along with the Bund, is a must-visit destination for tourists from other places.

Throughout the journey, Grandma leaned against the car window, excitedly gazing at Shanghai through the window.

"The Oriental Pearl Tower, when I first saw it, it had just been completed, and it was the tallest building in Shanghai at the time. Now there are several taller buildings next to it."

"The roads are so wide, and the houses are so tall..."

"Isn't Pudong supposed to be a remote, impoverished area? I haven't been here for over twenty years, and it's become so prosperous."

She chattered on and on, expressing her amazement at the rapid changes taking place in Shanghai.

The taxi driver couldn't help but ask, "Where are you from, young lady?"

Her words were incoherent and completely incomprehensible. The master was a local, and if he remembered correctly, the Oriental Pearl Tower was completed around 95. The little girl wasn't born then.

Pudong was indeed a desolate area twenty years ago, but you look like you're not even twenty years old.

What's most puzzling is her tone, as if she's been out of touch with the world for over twenty years.

Grandma said in a clear voice, "The capital."

"...Oh, so you're from Northern Jin." It took the driver a while to understand. He then asked, "What does 'more than twenty years ago' mean?"

Just as Grandma was about to speak, Li Xianyu quickly said, "She likes to joke, ha, haha."

I couldn't help but laugh awkwardly.

He tugged at his great-grandmother's sleeve and gestured with his eyes for her to shut up.

She wasn't worried about the secret of "the war spirit from over a hundred years ago" being revealed, but rather about being mistaken for a lunatic.

It wasn't rush hour, and the road conditions were good. Half an hour later, we arrived at People's Square.

Li Xianyu pulled his great-grandmother out of the car and squeezed into the crowd, warning her, "Great-grandmother, don't talk nonsense in the future. Our Qing Dynasty has been gone for a hundred years."

"Okay."

My great-grandmother is quite well-behaved. She can be a little willful sometimes, but most of the time she's very obedient. That's how it seems at the moment.

"I'm curious about something," Li Xianyu said, taking his great-grandmother's soft hand to prevent her from running away like a wild dog, "Great-grandmother, how many exes have you had?"

"Including you," the great-grandmother recalled, "six generations."

Li Xianyu trembled all over, his face turning pale.

One hundred and fifty years, five terms, on average each great-grandson lived for about thirty years. My Li family ancestor had such a short lifespan.

The great-grandmother sighed and said, "For various reasons, they never live long. But don't be afraid, as long as I am here, I can protect the Li family line and ensure its continuation for generations to come."

Li Xianyu suddenly panicked.

Li Xianyu led his great-grandmother by the hand, and she followed closely behind, looking around with great interest. Sometimes she was attracted by the tour bus, sometimes by the food in the hands of the tourists, and sometimes she stared blankly at the colorful shop signs.

It's like an impatient boyfriend dragging along a curious and playful girlfriend.

If she saw couples kissing in the street, she would probably blush and spit out her own words, but in reality, social attitudes are not that open, and there are very few couples who can actually kiss passionately in the street without caring about others.

Li Xianyu recalled his childhood and adolescence. When he was little, his adoptive parents would take him to the pedestrian street to buy clothes every month. The four of them were a happy family. After he became a teenager, only he and his sister accompanied him.

My sister is a real ice queen; being alone with her is always incredibly stressful.

Li Xianyu trembled in fear under his sister's tyranny for many years. After his true identity was revealed, he immediately moved out to live alone and escaped his sister's clutches.

He took his great-grandmother to buy a lot of women's clothing, mainly in conservative styles. He didn't buy any of the shorts, pleated mini skirts, tank tops, or off-shoulder tops that Li Xianyu liked.

My great-grandmother didn't want to wear such revealing clothes. I imagine that more than twenty years ago, conservative women rarely wore such revealing clothes either. So, in my great-grandmother's eyes, this era had become unlovable.

After wandering around for a while, I finally remembered that I hadn't bought any underwear, so I took my great-grandmother to buy some.

She was familiar with women's underwear, so she wouldn't clamor to wear a bellyband or anything like that, since she had worn one more than 20 years ago. It's just that modern women's underwear made her great-grandmother feel embarrassed.

Li Xianyu pointed to several revealing pieces of lingerie for her, and her great-grandmother blushed and muttered, "I hate this era, wearing such shameless clothes."

After buying the clothes, he was ready to go home. He wasn't feeling well today; his kidneys were depleted, and a good night's sleep wouldn't be enough to recover.

Li Xianyu saw a stall selling old-fashioned yogurt by the roadside. His great-grandmother insisted on eating it, so Li Xianyu paid for two bottles. This kind of yogurt tasted so-so, was expensive, and had a very low cost-performance ratio. Only tourists from other places would buy a few bottles to try it out.

My great-grandmother had never tried yogurt before, but she was completely won over by the first bite. The sweet and sour flavor exploded on her taste buds, and she squinted her eyes happily, with white milk stains still on the corners of her mouth. "So delicious! I love this era again!"

My great-grandmother, with her unwavering spirit, changed the world with a bottle of yogurt.

"Come on, Wang Jingze, once you know about Tmall and Yihaodian, you'll like this era even more."

Who is Wang Jingze?

......

He had class tomorrow, so after returning home, he taught his great-grandmother how to use some basic household appliances. Although his great-grandmother was from ancient times, thankfully she wasn't someone who had slept for a hundred years; she had a basic understanding of modern life, so she only needed a few simple instructions to understand.

Li Xianyu then found the previous discarded phone, which was still usable after being fully charged, and gave it to his great-grandmother.

"Li Xianyu, I'm going to teach you the method of Qi cultivation." After taking a bath, Grandma, her hair still wet, sat cross-legged on the sofa and called to Li Xianyu, who was eating chicken.

"The method of cultivating Qi?" He was stunned for a moment, then became excited. He even forgot about his chicken dinner, his face beaming with excitement: "Cultivating immortality, huh?"

"Shut up, my foot!" Great-Grandma said irritably. "Refining essence into qi, cultivating qi into spirit—the art of qi cultivation is a technique that humans have discovered through trial and error. Ancient demon bloodlines discovered that when the physical body reaches a certain level, a sense of qi will be generated within the body. It is a kind of energy produced in cells, which, when cultivated in a special way, can nourish the physical body. Qi and essence benefit each other. When the sense of qi is strong enough, it can also extend to various abilities. Unlike the superpowers inherited from the bloodline, it is a system outside of the power of the bloodline."

"This is also the only supernatural ability that humans can master. Ordinary people find it difficult to cultivate Qi because their cells are not strong enough. For the ancient demon bloodline descendants who want to awaken their bloodline power, cultivating Qi is the best way. It can stimulate cell awakening, thereby reaping the power that lies dormant in their bloodline."

In ancient times, people did not know the methods of cultivating qi, so there was the saying of refining essence into qi. This was the earliest way of cultivating qi, which involved training the body to make the cells feel qi.

With the continuous improvement and development of Qi cultivation techniques, later generations can cultivate Qi without physically training their bodies (this only applies to bloodline descendants).

Throughout history, the methods of cultivating qi have been largely similar, with some being superior and others inferior, but the differences are not significant.

The core of Qi cultivation is breathing exercises, breathing in and out spiritual energy to resonate with the internal organs. First, you temper the internal organs, then you temper the physical body, working from the inside out. This is the path that internal martial arts follow.

Li Xianyu opened the window, letting the spiritual energy of heaven and earth flow into the room. Following his great-grandmother's instructions, he sat cross-legged on the ground with his palms facing upwards.

His great-grandmother taught him the secret method of Qi cultivation passed down through generations of the Li family, the core of which is: "Open the Heavenly Gate and Close the Earthly Gate."

Open the Heavenly Gate to gather the innate essence, close the Earthly Gate to guard the embryonic breath.

Practical method: Lift the anus and contract the perineum, and mentally open the Baihui acupoint.

In layman's terms, it means to open up your mind.

...It's easy, every man has had that experience.

As for how to open the Baihui acupoint, that's up to my great-grandmother.

Opening the Baihui acupoint is the most important step in Qi cultivation, also known as opening the Heavenly Gate. The breathing techniques are very simple and easy to learn, but opening the Baihui acupoint is difficult. Unless there is a Qi cultivation master assisting, ordinary people simply cannot open the Baihui acupoint.

Without opening the Baihui acupoint, spiritual energy cannot be drawn into the dantian.

Therefore, there is an old saying: "An immortal touched my head and bestowed upon me immortality."

As Li Xianyu practiced breathing exercises according to the instructions, his great-grandmother stepped forward, extended her slender hand, and placed it on the Baihui acupoint on the top of Li Xianyu's head.

With his eyes closed, Li Xianyu felt a heat on the top of his head, as if a warm current was rushing in. Stimulated by this, a warm current also rose in his dantian.

Two warm currents converged in the middle dantian, and then, in rhythm with his breathing, circulated throughout his body's meridians. In Qi cultivation, the Qi circulates through the twelve primary meridians, which is called the Small Heavenly Circuit. Circulating through the twelve primary meridians and the Ren and Du meridians is called the Great Heavenly Circuit.

Grandma held this position for an hour, until the Qi in Li Xianyu's body completed a full cycle, before she withdrew her hand, panting slightly.

Li Xianyu gradually entered a state of peak performance, breathing in and out the spiritual energy from the outside world to nourish himself.

"His aptitude for Qi cultivation is just average," Grandma thought worriedly. She tore open a potato chip, took a bite, and immediately forgot her worries.

Potato chips are so delicious. I love this era. My eyes are squinting into crescent moons.

This process lasted until 10:30 p.m., with thick fog outside the window and quietness inside, as the great-grandmother attentively watched over her.

Just then, Li Xianyu's breathing suddenly became rapid, and his breathing rhythm became disordered.

"Huff!"

"Huff!"

He gasped for breath like a drowning man craving oxygen, then suddenly opened his eyes, snapping out of his trance. His eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was hoarse: "Grandma, I might have gone mad."