It's finally ranked."
a month later
At the foot of Wudang Mountain
in the pavilion
The young man woke up from his cross-legged state and felt the internal strength flowing in his body. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a smile as he muttered to himself.
He found the sense of Qi in seven days and entered the rank in a month. This cultivation speed was indeed not slow.
He focused his mind and calmed himself down, carefully controlling this internal strength and slowly circulating it in his meridians.
As he breathed, the purple qi in the surroundings slowly flowed through his mouth, nose, and body.
A portion of it was absorbed by his body, while the other portion was converted into inner force and true qi.
After seven to eight small circulation cycles, his body reached its limit, and he kept his internal energy in his dantian.
The cool breeze blew his Taoist robe. The young man slowly stood up, pulled out the long sword on his back, and meticulously practiced the Sunrise Sword.
Every sword move would drive the zhenqi in his body to circulate. The three-foot-long sword in his hand was sometimes fast and sometimes slow.
After practicing a set of sword techniques, the blood in his body was restless, and his entire body was drenched in bean-sized sweat.
There was not much true qi left in his dantian.
After resting for a moment, he picked up his sword and began to cultivate in an orderly manner.
In the beginning, he pursued the shape of the sword. As time passed, he became more and more familiar with the Sunlight Sword.
When he was practicing the sword, he had to mobilize his Genuine Qi and infuse it into the long sword. Then, he would try to control the sword with his Qi and use the sword to nourish his Qi.
The sun rose from the east and sprinkled down rays of light. The morning sun shone brightly. In the mountains, birds sang and flowers smelled fragrant. Water vapor rose and turned into clouds.
Under the bamboo forest outside the pavilion, the young man bathed in the morning sunlight. He waved his sword and immersed himself in it, suddenly unaware of the passage of time.
In a flash, Lin Xuan entered Wudang. In more than three months, the Connate Qi Refinement Art reached the second level and entered the eighth-grade Martial Realm.
The entire Wudang Sect, regardless of whether they were of the same generation or older generation, was extremely fond of this junior brother.
After all, who would hate a calm, hardworking, sweet-mouthed, and good-looking junior brother?
In the blink of an eye, it was autumn. The world was bleak, and the cold wind gradually rose. The grass and trees were dyed yellow. On the morning of autumn, the bamboo and wood at the foot of the mountain were covered in thin frost, and the chill gradually thickened.
Lin Xuan was concentrating on exhaling true qi. At this moment, a little green bull leisurely came down from the mountain. Behind him was a young Daoist priest wearing a wide Daoist robe.
He was holding an ancient book in his hand.
"Moo!"
When the little green bull saw a fresh and tender wild grass, it let out a happy cry and trotted over.
"Little Uncle-Master, why are you here?"
Lin Xuan opened his eyes and his true qi returned to his dantian.
"Hehe, I'm here to see you, Martial Nephew.”
This little uncle-master who was always looking for boundaries lay on the stool in the pavilion. He supported his head with his right hand and held a book in his left hand. He was reading with great interest.
The little green bull began to drill into the grass in the mountain, but the little Daoist priest did not care.
"Little Uncle-Master, what book are you reading?”
A curious voice sounded in his ear. The young Taoist priest, who was in a daze, hurriedly came back to his senses and closed the ancient book.
However, it was already too late. Lin Xuan, who had come over, saw the things in the ancient book from the corner of his eye, and the corners of his mouth could not help but twitch.
"Ahem, little uncle-master, I didn't expect you to like this.”
Lin Xuan had a faint smile as he gave a thumbs up.
"The mountains are too boring, so I found some fun to pass the time.”
The young Taoist priest smiled awkwardly.
"If Martial Nephew wants to see it, I can lend it to you.”
In order to avoid being revealed by Lin Xuan, the Little Daoist endured the pain and said.
"Not interested."
Lin Xuan curled his lips.
The painting scroll was crudely made, and only the young Taoist priest could look at it with relish. In his eyes, it was not attractive at all.
"You don't know how to be flirtatious."
The young Taoist priest muttered. Seeing that his martial nephew had no intention of publicizing it, he boldly looked at it.
Lin Xuan began to cultivate his sword technique. Every day, he could feel his improvement.
This was the advantage of being a big sect. Although Wudang had fallen in recent years, their foundation was still there.
Putting everything else aside, just these two foundational cultivation techniques, the Innate Qi Cultivation Formula and the Sunlight One Qi Sword, would make countless Jianghu people jealous.
Refined Qi and Sword
Every day was exceptionally fulfilling. There were no melodramatic plots, his master was considerate, and his senior brothers and sisters cared for each other.
There was no scheming or scheming, nor was there the cruelty of mutual deception. There was also no need for him, this junior brother, to shoulder the responsibility of the sect.
The blood of the martial world was blocked outside Wudang. Every day, Lin Xuan could use all his energy to cultivate.
From early autumn to late autumn, and then to early winter, the weather was getting colder by the day. The originally lush mountains and fields had mostly turned yellow with some green embellishments.
Under the bridge, the cold spring water flowed and hit the stone, making a crisp sound.
Outside the pavilion, the young man grew taller and taller, and his swordsmanship became more and more powerful. When he rode the sword, there was a faint sound of air breaking.
The Youngest Uncle, who was the same age as him, had nothing to do every day. He would wander around the mountains with the green ox and pick the ripe fruits in the mountains.
The Wudang disciples had been eating wild fruits for a long time and were tired of them, but the Youngest Uncle was still happy.
They even developed various fancy eating methods.
"Rank-6."
At the foot of the mountain, Lin Xuan broke through again. The Connate Qi Refinement Art reached the second level of perfection, and this cultivation speed became even more terrifying.
It was not like what his master, Wang Zhonglou, had said. Wudang's internal energy was slow at first and then fast.
Only Lin Xuan himself knew the reason, but it made the elders on the mountain who did not know what was going on even more shocked.
He said that he had picked up a treasure.
"I'll try my best to reach the third level of the Xiantian Qi Refinement Art as soon as possible.”
He thought to himself
The Twofold Speed Cultivation Card could only be used for one year. When it expired, he had to maximize its effect within that one year.
Once the Innate Qi Cultivation Formula reached the third level, his cultivation should be able to steadily step into the Sixth Stage Realm.
"Tsk!"
Placing his palm on the hilt of the sword, he unsheathed his three-foot-long sword. He leaped up, grabbed the sword, and landed under the bamboo forest.
"Tsk!"
He used the Sunrise Qi Sword Technique and controlled the sword with his Qi. The sword moves were like flowing water, and there was a faint low whistle.
His movements were rhythmic, and his steps were light and agile as he moved. He used the Connate Qi Refinement Art to mobilize his true qi.
The aura was gentle and long, without any obscure aspects. This was the brilliance of Wudang's cultivation method.
It was particular about length and abundant stamina.
In Jianghu, there were many ways to speed up the martial arts. Many unconventional martial arts were shockingly powerful.
However, the advantages were obvious, and the disadvantages were also obvious. This kind of martial arts mostly damaged the body, and the explosive power was strong for a short period of time. As time went on, it became weaker and weaker.
"Tsk!"
A cold light flashed, and the last move was completed. It ended with Su Qin carrying his sword on his back.
He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of hot and turbid air. The withered leaves behind him moved with the wind and broke into two.
"Basically, I'm a beginner."
Seeing this scene, a smile appeared on Lin Xuan's face. After cultivating bitterly for several months, he finally saw the results. How could he not be happy?
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