It was late at night, and it was extremely quiet in the Xiaolu Palace. Pei Feng was the only one in the two huge courtyards. He sat cross-legged on the wooden bed, his body immersed in abundant spiritual energy.
In the past three years, Pei Feng only did body tempering in order to be easily accepted by Wuji Sect. From today on, he can finally start his real cultivation.
The first step he needs to do is to reopen his meridians and cross over from the innate realm to the acquired realm. This process was not difficult for him. He was born as a spiritual monk, and his meridians were only deliberately blocked by Ye Canghai. Moreover, he had cultivated to the golden elixir stage. The meridians in the body are much tougher than those of ordinary Xiantian realm warriors. Thinking of this, Pei Feng felt fierce in his heart.
"Using internal energy to open the meridians is too slow. If I directly use spiritual energy to open all the meridians, wouldn't I be able to enter the realm of spiritual transformation in one step?"
It's just that this method has too many risks. It is absolutely impossible to practice across a realm. Ordinary monks must first use internal energy to open up their meridians and become martial monks in the acquired realm, and then continue to use internal energy to strengthen their own meridians to the point where they can withstand spiritual energy entering the body. Only then can one enter the realm of spiritual transformation.
But Pei Feng is not an ordinary monk. He has taken an elixir from the ghost doctor and has been practicing body training for many years. His meridians are far stronger than ordinary golden elixir monks. Even if you use spiritual energy to open the meridians arrogantly, it may not be impossible to succeed.
"Three years have passed and everyone has disappeared. I can't stay here forever." Pei Feng muttered to himself, feeling a little more determined.
There was a knock on the door outside. Pei Feng had not noticed any noise before. Although his current mental strength is not as strong as before. But if the visitor can enter Xiaolu Palace quietly and come to his door without being discovered by him, then he must at least have the cultivation of golden elixir.
When he opened the door, he saw a young man standing with his hands behind his back in the darkness.
"Senior Brother Zifeng?"
Pei Feng clasped his hands and was about to perform the monk's salute when Zifeng said: "Junior brother, there is no need to be polite." After saying this, Zifeng walked straight into the house and closed the door behind him.
He got straight to the point: "I came late at night because I have something to give you." Zifeng took out a book from his arms and handed it to Pei Feng.
"The Wuji Cultivation Technique?" He heard his master mention this technique outside Lian Guang Hall today. Never thought that it would be in my hands at night.
Zifeng smiled faintly and said: "This is Wuji Sect's Qi Condensation Technique. It's not a secret technique. Every disciple of Wuji Sect has a copy. But the competition is coming soon, and I don't think the Seventh Elder has time to teach it to you personally. I have brought this mental method to you."
"Thank you, senior brother!"
"You don't have to be polite to me." Zifeng said and warned, "Just don't mention this to others. After all, I am not a disciple of the Seventh Elder."
"Yes, senior brother." Pei Feng slightly cupped his fists at Zifeng. He naturally understood what Zifeng meant. Although his time in Wuji Sect was short, he also saw some hidden things in the Maya Palace. The disciples of several elders here are quite exclusive. As the saying goes, there is a difference between closeness and distance. As a disciple of the third elder, Zifeng was too attached to him, so it was inevitable that he would be gossiped about.
However, Pei Feng still has a lot of doubts in his heart. The biggest question is why Zifeng is so good to him? Moreover, he is only at the Xiantian realm now, and is still far away from the Spirit Transformation realm. Why was Zifeng anxious to give him the Qi Condensation Technique?
Just listen to Zifeng say, "The process of condensing Qi into the body of the Nangong disciples can also be taught by the first generation disciples of the West Palace. Song Xinyun is the first disciple of the West Palace of the Seventh Elder. The Seventh Elder may also ask Song Xinyun to teach you this technique. It's just a martial arts performance today. For one thing, I’m worried that he will be unfavorable to you in the future.”
"Senior Brother Song probably just wanted to test my cultivation." Pei Feng did not express the murderous intention he felt from Song Xinyun.
Zifeng did not clarify the matter and only said: "During the last competition, Song Xinyun and I made it to the finals. Before the competition, I suddenly heard that Yuan Qing had climbed the forbidden mountain by claiming to be a cultivator. In the end, he was killed by Qi Jian Peak Master I took a fancy to him and was chosen as my direct disciple. At that time, this incident caused a sensation in the entire Wuji Sect, and the competition between me and Song Xinyun ended in nothing."
Pei Feng wondered why Zifeng suddenly told him these old things.
Zifeng continued: "This competition is coming, and you climbed up the forbidden mountain again, so it is impossible for Song Xinyun not to guard against you. It is best for you to understand this "Wuji Cultivation Technique" by yourself."
Pei Feng smiled and said: "I see, but my strength is low, how can I be qualified to compete with the senior brothers in the West Palace for the opportunity to reach the Five Peaks? Senior Brother Song is also worrying too much."
Zifeng frowned slightly, with a look of displeasure on his face, "Why not fight? Maya Palace only has some superficial skills. If you want to learn the real great magical power of Wuji Sect, you must climb the Five Peaks. Since the Lord of Xingkui Peak has promised With you, this competition is your chance.”
"Senior Brother Zifeng..."
Zifeng took a deep look at Pei Feng and hesitated to speak. Zifeng remained silent for a while and said in a deep voice, "There are still seven days before the competition. Within seven days, you must break through to the Spiritual Transformation Realm. Only then will you be able to compete with the first-generation disciples, even if you cannot break into the finals by then. Those peak masters I can also see your potential.”
"Breakthrough to the spirit transformation realm in seven days?" Pei Feng's expression changed drastically. Just now, he had indeed thought about crossing the Houtian Realm and rushing into the Spirit Transformation Realm. But how could Zifeng guess his thoughts? Is it possible that he actually knows his past cultivation?
Pei Fengruo blurted out, "Senior brother, who are you?"
"People like you!" Before Pei Feng could ask any more questions, Zifeng dropped these words and left in a hurry.
After Zifeng left, Pei Feng frowned and became more and more confused about the matter.
"People like me?" Pei Feng suddenly made an extremely bold guess. "He is the last clansman?" Thinking of this, big beads of sweat seeped out from Pei Feng's forehead.
"No, it's impossible!" Pei Feng shook his head vigorously, denying his guess. Whether it was from his ancestors, ancestors, or Ye Canghai, he heard that that clansman was a giant in the world of cultivation. Only when he collects the five scattered beads of the God clan can he be qualified to see that clan member. That clansman would never be an outer disciple of Wuji Sect, and Ye Canghai would never take action for Zifeng just because of his face.
"Who is he?" Pei Feng was puzzled, but he was sure that Zifeng's identity must be somehow related to him. And he is by no means just an outer disciple of the Wuji Sect. His eyesight far exceeds that of an ordinary Jindan monk.
Cross-realm cultivation within seven days, is this what ordinary monks dare to think about? Pei Feng looked at the Qi Condensation Technique in his hand and slowly relaxed his brows. If you can't figure something out, no matter how much you think about it, it won't help. And the "Wuji Immortal Cultivation Technique" in his hand is really before his eyes. This is a timely help.
"Wuji Sect's Qi Condensing Mental Technique!" Pei Feng whispered and slowly opened the first page of the mental technique. He read carefully from beginning to end word by word. The deeper he read, the stronger the shock in his heart.
"It is indeed the best Qi Condensation Technique in the Western Region!" Pei Feng couldn't help but praise.
The Qi Condensation Technique can be said to be the most common technique in the world of cultivation. Every sect has Qi Condensation Techniques. The God Clan has a profound foundation and has accumulated many Qi Condensation Techniques over countless years. Therefore, although Pei Feng does not have spiritual power in his body now, he has the ability to distinguish between high and low magic arts.
"The Wuji Immortal Cultivation Technique" is obviously the most orthodox, efficient and domineering of all the Qi Condensation Techniques he has come into contact with.
"Combined with the abundant spiritual energy here and using this method to practice, the results can be imagined. Compared with Magu Valley, practice here can be at least three times faster. No wonder even the outside disciples of Wuji Sect are all extraordinary in strength. !”
If he was only 30% sure when he considered using spiritual energy to open his meridians just now, after obtaining the "Wuji Immortal Cultivation Technique", he is now at least 50% sure that he can succeed!
"Senior Brother Zifeng, you have helped me a lot. I just hope... that you are my true friend."
Pei Feng couldn't wait to sit cross-legged on the bed. According to the method of two exhalations and three inhalations in "The Wuji Cultivation Technique", I slowly adjusted my breathing. He made seals with his fingers and ran the exercises, and the pores all over his body opened slightly. Then the spiritual energy around him gradually penetrated into his body with his breathing and the pores on his body.
Pei Feng will slowly enter the body's spiritual energy and start to move according to the path in the magic spell. Soon the majestic spiritual energy gathered at a blockage in one of his meridians and could no longer move forward. The spiritual energy accumulated more and more, and actually formed a spiritual power in his body. This spiritual power has not yet been refined by him, and it is an uncontrollable force for his body.
If Pei Feng's meridians were clear at this moment, it would be easy to withstand this spiritual power. But at this moment, he was using his spiritual power to rush through his meridians, and it was like a sharp knife rushing through his body. The pain is very unbearable. Even when he hit the last step of the forbidden mountain, the pain was not as great as at this moment.
"Ah! Ah..." Pei Feng roared countless times, and his whole body was instantly soaked with sweat.
That spiritual power was like a crazy buffalo, constantly rushing into his meridians, one inch, two inches...
As the blocked meridians opened wider and wider, Pei Feng's consciousness began to become increasingly blurred.
There is a dwarf pine tree in Pei Feng's courtyard. Every morning, a spiritual bird will land on this dwarf pine and sing. This day was no exception. The spiritual bird chirped a few times on the top of the pine tree branches, then landed in the courtyard to look for insects.
Pei Feng was awakened by the sound of birds. He opened his eyes and found himself lying on the bed in a strange position. He twitched his nose slightly and smelled the pungent smell of sweat on his body.
He didn't know how much he had sweated all night, and the Taoist robe on his body was not completely dry yet. Recalling what happened before he fell into coma last night, Pei Feng immediately detected his meridians.
As expected, there was still no spiritual power in his body, and the spiritual power compressed last night had long since disappeared. Pei Feng had no choice but to use the internal energy method "Chongxu Meridian" he had learned in the Wuwei Taoist School to detect it. When the internal force circulated in his body and reached the meridian that was impacted yesterday, Pei Feng's eyes suddenly emitted a bright light.
"Is it open? Is it really open?"
Pei Feng suddenly stood up and was already at the door of the room. He opened the door and went out, immersed in the morning when Maya Mountain's aura was the richest, and he was in a good mood. The corners of his mouth turned up, and he muttered to himself, "Looks like it, maybe it won't take seven days!"
