That night, after more than ten attempts, all ended in failure.
Some of these failures didn't even have a clear cause; everything seemed perfect, but it just didn't feel right.
However, Nangong Lingyun was not discouraged in the least.The fact that he could buy a cultivation technique for 25 million that could shatter the void and allow instant ascension proved just how difficult it was.He had mentally prepared for this.
No matter how many failures, the next moment, he would still be alive and kicking, ready to start over.After all, that's what a life with cheats looks like.
After a pleasant sleep and completing his basic training the next morning,he once again entered the virtual space after lunch.
In the original text, Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling unintentionally cultivated the mysterious technique through the unconscious method of the Nine Xuan Great Law.But Nangong Lingyun didn't believe in unconsciousness or coincidence. Those things were too ethereal and uncontrollable, giving him a sense of insecurity.
He believed in his cheat, in mathematics, in the fact that everything has rules and shortcuts.He believed that even a drop of water could pierce through stone.
This day, like expected, was another failure.
However, with each successive failure, Nangong Lingyun could clearly feel that his understanding of the Changsheng Jue, meridians, the human body, yin and yang, and cultivation, was deepening.
Re-reading the scriptures was no longer as difficult or unrelatable as before.Some parts, he could instantly grasp.
It was like when he didn't know what "true qi clashing" or "getting possessed" meant, but after his lungs exploded with a hole the size of a fist, and his meridians caught fire, burning him to ashes, he quickly understood.
In the end, what was learned from the book always felt shallow until one experiences it firsthand.
That evening,Tang San, having endured countless hardships and overcome the 81 trials, finally returned to Nottingham Academy.
With his 390-year-old top-tier Sawscale Viper Soul Ring, he ascended at light speed to the third most handsome person in the Seventh Dorm, just behind Nangong Lingyun and Xiao Wu.This stunned Wang Sheng and others.
However, within less than a minute,he was once again bombarded by his real mother, who made him question his life, giving him a whopping 1 million "gold coins," plus a special mission to ruin three achievements.
Xiao Wu, in her usual sharp way, added,"Tang San, Tang San, your name is destined for you to be third. By the way, why didn't your dad name you Tang Da, Tang Yi, or Tang Bu Er Bu San or something?"
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As the saying goes, nine is the highest number.Perhaps in some mysterious way, fate had its hand in things.On the ninth day of obtaining the Changsheng Jue, success came unexpectedly.
That night, as Nangong Lingyun attempted once again to simulate the Zhi Yang technique's cultivation,he suddenly entered a meditative state for a full five hours.
The longest meditation before had lasted no more than thirty minutes before his meridians exploded, and his consciousness was always in clear control.But this time, it was as if he had forgotten the outside world completely, entering a dreamless, peaceful sleep, and when he woke, it felt as though he had just started his cultivation.
In particular, he noticed that his consciousness in the virtual space had greatly changed.
Inside, the dominant true qi surged like a torrent, constantly rushing through his meridians,and every moment, vast amounts of energy from heaven and earth were being refined and transported to his limbs and bones, strengthening and nourishing every part of his body.
Rather than feeling uncomfortable, it filled him with a sense of power, a stark contrast to the failures he had felt earlier.
Externally, he still looked like the same person, his appearance unchanged, his clothes the same, even his expressions, eyes, and aura were no different.But to those around him, the difference was night and day; he was no longer the same person.
Whereas before, his aura had been a mix of gentle life, domineering power, and rich vitality, barely noticeable to others,now, he was like a small sun, radiating intense heat. From a distance, the immense pressure of a scorching wave could be felt approaching.
That aura was enough to captivate anyone's soul.
This kind of display was far from the two main characters in "The Twin Dragons of the Tang Dynasty",so Nangong Lingyun continued his simulation.
After nine days, then another nine,Nangong Lingyun's success rate in simulating the Changsheng Jue's Zhi Yang technique slowly climbed to 100%.
That day, he succeeded in more than ten consecutive simulations, all entering the initial stages of cultivation.
Moreover, the time it took to complete the process was continuously shortening.The shortest, and most recent attempt, took less than six minutes to find that special feeling.
There was no need to meditate unconsciously for four or five hours like the first time.Now, once success was detected, he could stop at any time or even consciously extend the meditative period.
The four words: "only with familiarity."
On the nineteenth day at noon,on a sunny day, with not a cloud in the sky, and the scorching sun at its peak,at the top of a small, uninhabited mountain outside Nottingham City,Nangong Lingyun, shirtless, sat cross-legged on a giant stone that had been shaved smooth by sharp tools.
Next to him, Angel Yan gently fluttered her wings, with seven black and two red soul rings swirling and rotating in a terrifying manner.
Nangong Lingyun sat upright, hands forming the standard Daoist seal.Subtly, a mysterious Daoist rhythm seemed to swirl around his body.
Though the power from his previous cultivation hadn't remained,his experience, understanding, and knowledge passed on by Diao Chan were clearly brought back.
After eighteen days of effort, Ah Yun from another world was no longer the naive person he once was. He had become a small sage of the Daoist school.
After meditating for a moment,at some point, inspiration struck.
Nangong Lingyun suddenly stood up, and his hands slowly began to move, practicing Tai Chi.
The Zhi Yang technique required movement for cultivation; in simple terms, it needed constant motion to succeed.Otherwise, if one began to accumulate too much Yang energy, the balance between Yin and Yang would be broken, and the body would freeze instantly from the cold.
As to how one moved, it didn't matter much—running, jumping, or even wild boxing were all fine.
The only martial art Nangong Lingyun knew was Tai Chi, which he had learned during university sports class.
The moment he moved,a terrifying chill suddenly poured into his body through the Baihui point at the top of his head, flowing into other meridians and acupoints.
This was not just any cold; even though the sun was blazing, his bones still felt the urge to tremble violently.
Luckily, after the first successful attempt, he had intentionally adjusted his pain threshold to zero, so he could familiarize himself with this sensation beforehand.
His movements did not stop, and the force of his punches immediately sped up, turning from gentle health-preserving movements into swift and deadly blows.
(End of Chapter)