Chapter 285: Immortal Veins, Netherworld
"Immortal item?"
Feng Qingan fell into deep thought when he heard this, and then continued to ask,
"How much true energy do I need to condense to be able to develop an immortal-grade pulse when opening up an immortal vein?"
"At least six hundred!"
The voice of the Lord of Youhuang Kingdom rang in the young man's heart. It sounded no different from usual and he seemed extremely calm and steady. However, Feng Qingan, who was very familiar with him, could still detect some abnormalities in it. But now was not the time to care about these things. The matter of practicing Taoism was more important.
"At least six hundred."
Feng Qingan was deep in thought, and then he suddenly seemed to remember something and asked Dong Huang,
"In your previous life, when you were cultivating the Tao, how many true qi did you cultivate before you opened up your immortal veins?"
"According to my own talent, I have only cultivated 720 true qi, but my father asked for a fairy lotus seed for me, which allowed me to add another 90 true qi. With 810 true qi, I can open up the fairy veins, evolve the fairy veins, and sit in the ninth heaven."
"Eight hundred and one, Immortal Grade Pulse."
Feng Qing'an nodded, already having an idea in his mind. As expected, just as he had initially expected, Dong Huang's talent for cultivation in his previous life was simply not comparable to that of the young leader of this unorthodox sect in this corner. They were not on the same level.
"Can the amount of this true qi be increased with the help of external objects?"
However, Feng Qing'an pondered Dong Huang's words and couldn't help but complain. Although the way of heaven is unfair, this is too much.
Donghuang's starting point of cultivation in his previous life was already too high, and as a result, he had to use fairy objects to forcibly raise the upper limit and enhance his foundation. Compared with him, the geniuses that appear once every few hundred years in small sects are completely incomparable and are nothing.
"Of course you can. Nothing in this world is unchangeable. I have even seen a mortal who lived for eight hundred years."
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Feng Qingan twitched his lips, feeling speechless, but still couldn't help but say,
"After living for so long, how can you still be a mortal?"
Even if it is a pig that only knows how to eat, drink, defecate and urinate, after living for 800 years, it should have become a spirit. Let alone a human being. The maximum lifespan is 120 years. If you exceed this age, you are a real human spirit. How can you still be considered a mortal?
In this world of cultivation, as long as you live long enough and as long as you can survive, you will inevitably become a spirit. This is true regardless of race. No matter how special the human race is, it is still a member of the universe.
"That was a celestial being who forcibly extended the life of a mortal, and that mortal had never practiced cultivation from beginning to end."
Dong Huang mentioned it casually, and then turned her attention to Feng Qingan. She was very concerned about how far this reincarnated immortal could go in his first practice, and how much true qi he could cultivate?
"How much true energy do you have now?"
"Just over three hundred and two."
Feng Qing'an took a look and remained calm. With Donghuang's previous life practice results as a reference for comparison, he felt that this was nothing. He was not even half as good as the king was back then. Although he was refining his true Qi at an astonishing speed, even so, it did not damage the quality of his true Qi.
"……Um!"
Donghuang thought back to the time he had spent refining his true energy, and then looked at Feng Qing'an, who had barely read a few Taoist scriptures. Suddenly, he felt a little upset. The gap was too big.
Although he was the reincarnation of an immortal king, his talent and aptitude were too outrageous. This had already shattered her understanding of cultivation. She had never seen any cultivator's talent and aptitude so extraordinary. Even the reincarnation of a powerful being was the same. She had seen it before.
Having said that, even if a reincarnated powerful being has supernatural powers, he will not give his reincarnated being extremely high talents. Otherwise, what is the point of reincarnation and cultivation?
Dong Huang really couldn't understand what Feng Qing'an's previous life, the immortal king who had already possessed the Pure Yang Taoist Fruit, was thinking, and why he gave his reincarnated body such an incredible physique and talent for cultivation.
"How do you feel now? Does your body feel any strain?"
After a moment, Donghuang asked again.
Each condensed true Qi, in addition to enabling practitioners to perform spells and supernatural powers, also brings a certain burden. Therefore, the upper limit of the amount of true Qi that a cultivator can withstand is different.
"I feel pretty good now."
He feels good about himself now, and he also knows that he cannot just pursue the amount of true energy, but has to consider the limit of his own endurance. He has not felt any pressure yet, which means that he is still far from his limit.
Feng Qing'an was not sure whether the limit of what one could endure depended on the practitioner's natural talent or physical strength.
But he doesn't care about any of it. There is no need to say much about his talent. With the superposition of multiple physical characteristics and talents, he doesn't know who in this world can compare with him.
As for the strength of his physical body, that goes without saying. He has not even started practicing, but his body is comparable to that of a great demon. Even if it is just an entry-level practice, he does not believe that those geniuses with a prominent background and origins can be much stronger than him.
"Um!"
Dong Huang had nothing to say to Feng Qing'an at this moment. The two of them fell silent for a while, and Feng Qing'an also focused his attention on himself, on the Qi Sea that had just formed in his Dantian.
Lines of deep true qi that were like dragons and snakes and exuded a chilling aura shuttled through the surging sea of qi. Many figures of demons and monsters emerged, as if they were about to evolve.
The sun set in the west, the stars and the moon appeared, and the sky gradually darkened. On the barren mountain where Feng Qing'an was standing, spiritual energy was still pouring into his body madly, and the majestic spiritual tide swept across the area within a radius of ten miles.
The majestic spiritual energy and leaping inspiration caused many strange changes to this originally ordinary desolate mountain and wilderness. The faint miasma hidden between the grass and trees was quickly swept away, and the vague resentment and evil spirit were also eliminated.
An ordinary barren mountain and wilderness has been transformed into a place of Taoist practice with great vitality because of Feng Qing'an's arrival. However, the spiritual essence here has nowhere to stay. Unless Feng Qing'an lives here for a long time to practice, it will still degenerate into its original state.
"Oh, I've reached my limit."
Looking up at the stars and the moon above his head that were emitting a faint glow, Feng Qing'an could not help but sigh. The surging Qi sea in his body had almost solidified, and no more Qi had been generated in nearly an hour.
The spiritual energy that swarmed in from all around filled his meridians and dantian. Even though these spiritual energies had become so active that they were like the resentful women in the boudoir who had been lonely for a long time, they were no longer able to transform into true qi.
When this situation occurs, it means that the limit has been reached, but this is not his problem, but the problem with the "Six Yin Youtian Immortal Scripture" he chose.
This is originally an immortal scripture that can only be cultivated to the Dongxuan realm. Although these are all superior scriptures that can lead to the immortal path, they are really not enough for Feng Qingan.
"Donghuang, I made the wrong choice. This scripture is not good. I can still bear it, but it can't even cultivate a trace of spiritual energy."
He stood there in silence for a long while, making sure that he could no longer use the Qi-moving method of this immortal scripture. After condensing a stream of steam, Feng Qing'an went to find Dong Huang to tell him about the problems he was facing.
"How much spiritual energy have you cultivated?"
Donghuang asked after waiting for a long time.
"I am only one step away from a thousand. I have been trying for a long time to cultivate this last bit of true energy but still can't."
Feng Qing'an's tone was full of sighs and unwillingness. He originally wanted to test his own limit, but he didn't test that limit. Instead, he tested the limit of the "Six Yin Youtian Immortal Sutra" he practiced.
The amount of true Qi that can be accumulated in the realm of Qi Condensation depends not only on the practitioner himself, but also on the grade of the practice. The immortal scripture that Feng Qingan is practicing now is still not enough.
However, this cannot be blamed on this immortal scripture. Even the creator of this scripture probably did not expect that there would be such a talented person in later generations who would take unconventional paths and practice his skills.
"Nine hundred and ninety-nine ways..."
The Lord of Youhuang fell silent again. With such talent, the key was the speed of condensing true Qi. She didn't know how to evaluate it. Feng Qingan's existence was too special to be discussed frequently.
"Open the immortal vein!"
"I should be able to evolve into a fairy-grade pulse, right?"
"nature."
If this amount of true qi cannot evolve into an immortal item, there are few people in this world who can do it. Even though the immortal scripture selected by Feng Qing'an is a little inferior, it is also a scripture that touches on the path to immortality.
"Then I'll open it."
"Um."
Even at this moment, Feng Qing'an still felt a little unreal. Before he wanted to practice, both Donghuang and the real people he met told him.
When practicing, one should avoid being anxious and irritable, and should not rush for quick results. One must recite the Taoist Canon, read Buddhist scriptures, and accumulate more knowledge. But now, by utilizing the power of the devil, the practice of others that takes ten years can be completed in one day.
However, this is also because Feng Qing'an has already acquired all the cultivation memories of this immortal scripture. His current practice is like re-cultivating it. Doing things that have been done again will naturally be faster.
It was just that because of his physical talent, he completely crushed the young sect master in all aspects, so the effect was even more exaggerated and terrifying, so that the situation was somewhat beyond Feng Qing'an's expectations. He himself did not expect that his physique would have such an exaggerated effect on the path of cultivation.
Heaven and earth favor all things
Open the immortal veins and perform strange phenomena
This is the second step of the cultivation of the immortal way. The accumulation of the Qi Condensation stage will completely explode in this realm. What level each cultivator can reach in the future will be completely revealed in this realm. All of this is determined by the cultivator himself, not by heaven.
Boom boom
Looking inward at himself, in the sea of qi in his dantian, the mysterious true qi was surging, making a sound like thunder. Under the guidance of Feng Qing'an's soul power, the surging Six Yin Youtian true qi spread through his twelve meridians, and wherever the true qi passed, there was a sound like waves crashing against the shore.
Along with it came a chilling yin energy that made Feng Qing'an extremely uncomfortable, and he even couldn't help frowning. However, his brows soon relaxed, as this was within his expectations.
This is actually an unorthodox method, and its root is the method of ghost cultivation. It is normal for a person like him with fresh blood to feel uncomfortable due to such symptoms.
The young master was also uncomfortable when he first started practicing. But he took much longer to adapt than Feng Qingan, who broke through in one day.
"Immortal Vein!"
The icy and chilly true energy penetrated his entire body, and Feng Qing'an guided the true energy through each of the mysterious acupoints, opening them up. At this moment, Feng Qing'an saw the secrets in his body that he did not know about.
Because he saw with extreme clarity the secrets that existed in his body but that he had not noticed before, he was like a child who had just discovered his belly button, curiously observing his body that seemed to have become unfamiliar.
There are twelve main meridians running up and down throughout the body, fifteen branch meridians that connect to each other, eight strange meridians, and 361 acupoints dotted on these meridians.
These meridians intersect and connect in the body, forming countless channels. The true qi that flows out from the Dantian Qi Sea circulates along the meridians on its own.
It first sinks from the dantian to the perineum, then goes back along the spine to the top of the skull, then flows from the forehead through the eyebrows, from under the nose through the tip of the tongue on the upper palate, flows to the throat, and goes down along the meridians in the chest. After a circulation, it returns to the mysterious sea of qi in the dantian.
As the true energy circulated, Feng Qing'an felt his body becoming colder and colder. His originally active and hot blood began to calm down slightly. His body temperature even began to drop, and a chill burst out from his body.
Because of his arrival, the barren mountains and wilderness that were used for Qi-drawing cultivation began to evolve into a place for Taoist meditation, with lush grass and flying birds, full of vitality and overwhelming spiritual energy. However, as Feng Qing'an broke through the realm, the cold spiritual energy accumulated in his body burst out.
The scene that seemed like March, when all things were flourishing, was suddenly swept away by the cold and murderous atmosphere of the twelfth lunar month. The green plants were covered with .
This was a transformation that completely deviated from the orthodox path of Xuanmen and even conflicted with the human race. Feng Qing'an could feel at this moment that his body, under the nourishment of this special true qi, was blooming with a strange and inexhaustible magical energy.
In this state, even if he set foot in the underworld, he probably would not be attacked by ghosts. He might even be treated as one of the same kind - this is an extremely wonderful feeling.
“It’s wonderful!”
In this nameless desolate mountain, Feng Qing'an touched the mystery of the immortal way for the first time and saw the mystery of the human body.
Even though he knew that this was an unorthodox method, Feng Qing'an still couldn't help but admire it, because it was indeed a practice that could allow the human race to gain immortality. As long as this could be achieved, no matter how unusual it was, it was beyond reproach.
boom--
When the eastern sky was just getting light, the mysterious aura that had been accumulated and suppressed all night suddenly burst out from Feng Qing'an's body. Mysterious ghost light surged out of Feng Qing'an's body, completely engulfing his figure, and spreading from where he stood to all directions.
At dawn, the sun was shining brightly, but the place where Feng Qing'an was standing had turned into a dark and gloomy ghost town.
