Chapter 15: Cultivation
Warm sunlight shines through the gaps in the windows, and tiny spots of light dot the tidy room.
In the room, the young man was naked, sitting cross-legged in a wooden basin, with his hands clasped together, making a strange seal in front of his body, his eyes closed, and his breathing steady and powerful.
The wooden basin was filled with green liquid. When it was shaken slightly, it actually reflected a few strange lights, which was quite magical.
The boy's chest heaved slightly, and his breathing was very rhythmic. As the training time prolonged, the green liquid in the wooden basin gradually emitted a faint airflow, which was slightly green and slowly rose, and finally followed the boy's breathing and penetrated into his body.
The air flowed into his body, and the boy's tender little face seemed to suddenly emit a luster like warm jade.
As if he sensed the growing fighting spirit in his body, a faint smile of satisfaction appeared on the boy's face.
Having tasted the sweetness, the young man did not stop there. His eyes were still closed, the hand seals on his fingertips did not move at all. He concentrated his mind and energy, maintaining the best state of practice, and continued to greedily absorb the gentle energy in the green liquid.
The cyan liquid stained the boy's skin, and then flowed into his body through his pores, warming his bones and washing his veins...
Under the boy's endless demands, more and more air drifted out of the basin, and in the end, it actually faintly covered the boy's naked body.
The cultivation passed slowly in the hard practice of forgetting to sleep and eat. The sunlight shining in from the window gradually weakened, and the hot temperature also slowly decreased.
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In the wooden basin, the young man with his eyes closed inhaled the last wisp of air into his body. His eyelashes blinked slightly, and after a moment, his dark eyes suddenly opened.
In the black pupils, white light flashed as usual, but this time it was slightly tinged with light blue.
Slowly exhaling the foul air in his chest, the young man blinked his eyes with vigor, then stood up suddenly, letting the cold water drip down his body. He stretched lazily, feeling the full fighting spirit in his body after three years, and muttered to himself in a daze: "At this rate, I'm afraid I can reach the fifth level of fighting spirit in another two months..."
Since the last time he prepared everything, Xiao Yan has been staying in his room for more than half a month. During this half month, except for eating, drinking, defecating and urinating, he has been living a secluded life.
However, although the days of training were a bit boring, it was just a small matter for Xiao Yan, who had experienced three years of being looked down upon and ridiculed.
The ridicule he had endured for three years made him realize clearly how important strength was on this continent...
Although life is hard, the results achieved through cultivation make people happy.
The medicinal power of the spiritual liquid refined by Yao Lao was far beyond Xiao Yan's and even Yao Lao's own expectations. It was originally thought that even with the help of the spiritual liquid, Xiao Yan would need at least one month to reach the fourth stage of Dou Qi, but unexpectedly, he shortened the time by half...
Even Yao Lao couldn't help but be amazed at the efficiency of Xiao Yan's cultivation. Although this was somewhat related to the fact that Xiao Yan had walked this path before, this speed was really too fast, wasn't it?
You know, the basics of fighting spirit cultivation are particularly difficult to cultivate. There are many people who spend ten or even twenty years to cultivate the tenth level of fighting spirit... Of course, once you become a true fighter, your cultivation speed will be greatly accelerated. Before becoming a fighter, you may only be able to increase your fighting spirit by one level in a year, but after becoming a fighter, you may be able to increase it by several stars in a year...
Compared with the extremely uncoordinated training before and after, Xiao Yan's performance in the past half month was indeed a bit scary.
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Climbing out of the wooden basin without hesitation, Xiao Yan looked back at the green liquid that had become lighter in color. This was because the energy contained in it had been absorbed by him. He shook his head helplessly and muttered in a low voice: "Can this still support one and a half months of cultivation?"
After wiping off the water stains on his body, Xiao Yan casually put on a clean piece of clothes, then climbed onto the soft bed and took out the black iron sheet from under the pillow.
The rust on the iron sheet had been carefully cleaned by Xiao Yan, and the whole piece was bright and glowing with a faint luster, giving it a mysterious feel.
For half a month, apart from practicing hard, Xiao Yan focused all his attention on the low-level Xuan-grade fighting skills contained in the iron piece.
In the past half month, under the guidance of Yao Lao, Xiao Yan has gradually mastered some tricks of the suction palm. However, due to the thin fighting spirit in his body, he has not seen any substantial effect yet, which makes Xiao Yan a little regretful.
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Holding the iron sheet in both hands, Xiao Yan slowly closed his eyes and used his soul to sense the area along his arm, reaching into the black iron sheet with ease.
As Xiao Yan's breathing became steady, the room became quiet again.
There was another long period of silence. At a certain moment, Xiao Yan, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes. He curled his right palm slightly into a claw shape. The faint fighting spirit in his body, under the control of his consciousness, quickly passed through several specific veins and acupoints in the palm of his hand, and finally gushed out with suction.
"boom..."
Where the palm was pointing, a blue and white porcelain vase on the table suddenly shook a few times, and finally fell to the ground with a bang, and with a crisp sound, it broke into pieces all over the ground.
"Alas, although the fighting skill is at the Xuan level, the fighting spirit is too weak and can't exert much power at all." Looking at the damage he caused, Xiao Yan curled his lips and said to himself helplessly: "Judging from the effect, if I want to create a suction force that can pull a person, I'm afraid I need at least the seventh level of fighting spirit to do it."
"Forget it, let's go to the family fighting hall to see if there are any low-level fighting skills that are handy. This suction palm will be of no use in the short term. Now that I can cultivate the fighting spirit, I can't just practice it foolishly like before..." With a sigh, Xiao Yan climbed off the bed, glanced at the unresponsive black ring in his hand, then walked to the door and pushed it open.
After narrowing his eyes slightly and adjusting to the scorching sunlight, Xiao Yan carefully closed the door and walked leisurely along the gravel path towards the backyard.
There are lush green willow trees planted on both sides of the gravel path, which makes people feel refreshed.
After turning a corner, a burst of young girls' laughter came from another path.
The quiet atmosphere was disturbed, Xiao Yan frowned slightly, his eyes moved in the direction of the voice, looking at the group of girls walking towards him with sweet smiles.
Surrounded by several beautiful girls, there was a girl with a charming appearance who was smiling slightly. The charm on her face made the young girls beside her feel inferior.
This girl was Xiao Mei, who had made a big splash in the examination square that day.
Glancing indifferently at this beautiful girl who used to follow him and call him cousin all the time, Xiao Yan's childish face flashed with sarcasm. He shook his head gently and withdrew his gaze without any reluctance.
At the end of the road, Xiao Mei's seductive laughter suddenly weakened. She saw the young man not far to the left...
The setting sun shines down from the sky, illuminating the young man with his arms resting on the back of his head and a calm face, making him look particularly charming.
A pair of eyes that were somewhat enchanting stared at the boy who was getting closer and closer. Seeing the faint arc on his face that was hard to tell whether it was mockery or a smile, Xiao Mei suddenly felt a little dazed...
Three years ago, the young man often had this intoxicating curve at the corner of his mouth.