"Eight Levels of Qi Refinement? Say that again?"
Lin Hao scratched his ears and almost threw the medicine hoe into the spirit spring.
Chu Xuan sat cross-legged by the spring. With a flick of his fingertip, a wisp of white mist condensed into an ice blade, and "whoosh" cut off the old vine three zhang away. The cut was neat, and the cold frost froze.
"Well, it just broke."
He spoke as if he were talking about what to eat today, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up and couldn't be suppressed.
Lin Hao knelt down on the spot: "Brother, you must be sitting on the flying sword, right? Seven days ago you were only on the seventh floor! I've been gnawing on the spirit stone for half a year and haven't moved my nest!"
Chu Xuan scratched his hair and laughed harmless: "Perhaps... Is my talent a little bit better than yours?"
"Damn you!" Lin Hao rushed over to strangle his neck, but Chu Xuan's backhand froze the corner of his clothes, and he froze in place, squealing.
Not far away, Ling Qingxue leaned against the ancient pine, holding the Cold Moon Sword in her arms, with a very faint smile in her eyes.
"Don't make a fuss. His spirit is still steady. Don't slap him apart."
The voice was soft but cold, and Lin Hao was instantly obedient, his hands clasped together: "Sister, forgive me. I'm going to plant the spirit grass right now!"
When the person ran far away, Chu Xuancai grinned at Ling Qingxue and said, "Qingxue, am I powerful?" "
"What am I amazing? At the eighth level of qi refinement, you dare to show off."
"Will you praise me too?"
Ling Qingxue stepped forward, her fingertips brushing against his eyebrows, flicking a wisp of ice shavings off, her voice so low that only two could hear --
"Praise you, okay - I'll praise you if you don't get hurt from now on."
Chu Xuan's ears turned red in an instant, like charcoal fire buried in the snow, hot and smoking.
...
The breakthrough came indeed fast.
That day, when he returned to his room, he felt a burning sensation in his dantian. The remnants of the Ice lotus Pill were entangled with the resonance of the Dao, like two dragons chasing each other, dashing about.
Chu Xuan gritted his teeth to guide, but the spiritual power gathered more and more wildly, and the meridians swelled and hurt as if they were splitting.
"Death..."
Just as he was about to call out to Ling Qingxue, the mark on his wrist lit up first, and a cold spiritual force surged across the air --
Ling Qingxue's Daoist heart power.
Wherever the frost and snow energy passed, the irascible spiritual power was instantly subdued and obediently moved along the new route.
Chu Xuanfu reached his heart and simply allowed the two forces to blend, and there was a crisp "click" in his dantian
The bottleneck was broken.
From the peak of the seventh level to the eighth level in one go.
Not only that, he was astonished to find that the perception range of the spirit body had skyrocketed from the original three zhang to ten zhang!
Within ten feet, the slightest movement of wind and grass, the crawling of insects and ants, and even the turning of earthworms underground can be "seen" clearly.
"This is... The benefits of resonance?"
Chu Xuan lowered his head, and the Dao Qi mark flashed as if responding.
...
After stabilizing his cultivation, he couldn't wait to test the new ability.
The back of the mountain was a thick forest shrouded in mist.
Chu Xuan stood with his eyes closed, and the scene within ten feet automatically emerged in his mind --
Five zhang to the left, a hare gnawing at grass roots;
Seven zhang on the right, Lin Hao was sneaking towards Ling Guo Yuan, muttering, "Pick one and taste it, okay?"
Nine zhang ahead --
Huh?
Chu Xuan raised his eyebrows.
There stood a man, huddled behind a tree, breathing rapidly, with something in his bosom, his spiritual energy fluctuating wildly and unsteadily.
"Zhao Tianlei?"
He opened his eyes with a sneer at the corner of his mouth. "Bringing warmth again?"
Without alerting the snake, Chu Xuan touched his toes, his figure like a fallen leaf in the wind, approaching silently.
Eight zhang, six zhang, four zhang...
In his perception, Zhao Tianlei held a scarlet pill in his palm, with a pungent medicinal smell that carried a violent flavor.
"Bursting spirit Pill?" Chu Xuan narrowed his eyes.
This pill can forcibly elevate a small level within half a stick of incense, at the cost of damaging the meridians afterwards, or even dropping the level.
Zhao Tianlei is only at the peak of the seventh level of qi refinement, and wants to turn the situation around in the grand competition with it?
"The abacus was quite good, but unfortunately --" Chu Xuan's fingertips were frozen. "Met me."
He appeared and deliberately stepped on a dead branch.
"Click!"
Zhao Tianlei was so frightened that the pill almost fell to the ground.
"Chu Xuan? You, why are you here!"
"Take a walk and see which rat is sneaking in." Chu Xuan smiled warmly, "What is Senior Brother Zhao carrying in his arms? "Open your junior brother's eyes?"
"None of your business!" Zhao took two steps back, his eyes flashing with malice. "Since you saw it, don't blame me for sending you off early!"
He raised his hand to swallow the elixir.
Chu Xuan wouldn't give him a chance, flicking his finger --
"Frost!"
A thread of ice broke through the air and hit Zhao Tianlei's wrist precisely.
"Ah!"
The explosive pill flew out of his hand and was captured by Chu Xuan in the palm of his hand from a distance.
"Thank you for the gift." The young man shook the pill and laughed harmless, "Senior brother, take good care of your injury. See you."
Zhao Tianlei covered his wrist, his face turning bluish and pale, but he dared not move again.
At that moment, he clearly felt --
Chu Xuan's spiritual power was more than twice as thick as it was at the seventh level!
"Monster, monster..."
Chu Xuan turned and waved his back to him:
"Senior brother, you are too kind. Next time you want to give a gift, say hello in advance so that I can prepare the return gift."
As the figure moved away, Lin Feng, carrying a chill, made Zhao Tianlei tremble all over.
...
On the way back, Chu Xuan was playing with the magic pill, in a wonderful mood.
Picking up a pill worth over a thousand spirit stones for free, he also managed to intimidate his opponent, achieving two goals at once.
And more importantly --
He raised his hand, the mark of the covenant faintly lit, and in the ten-zhang perception, Ling Qingxue was coming this way, holding in her arms...
Uh, a roasted pheasant?
"The nose is quite sharp, knowing I just broke through and giving me an extra meal?" Chu Xuan smiled and went up to him.
Ling Qingxue handed him the roast chicken and said in a soft voice, "Reward."
"Then I won't be polite!"
The young man tore off the chicken leg, his mouth dripping with oil, and mumbled, "Qingxue, I got a new good thing to show you --"
He handed over the elixir.
Ling Qingxue glanced and raised her eyebrows slightly: "Zhao Tianlei?"
"Well, I tried to trick me in the big Bili, but I turned around and robbed him."
"Well done." " She rarely praised someone and fished out a jade box from her sleeve. "Return the gift."
The box opened, and a crystal-clear lotus seed lay still, chilly.
"Ice Lotus Pill Supplement? !" Chu Xuan's eyes lit up.
"The secondary pill, with mild medicinal power, can stabilize the eighth level and help you break through the ninth level."
Chu Xuan laughed so hard that his teeth were not visible: "Qingxue, you are so good!"
"Eat, less flattery." Ling Qingxue turned, but the corners of her lips curled up quietly.
The young man gnawed on the roast chicken and swallowed a pill, satisfied.
In the ten-zhang perception, Lin Hao was being chased by the guards of the Spirit Orchard, screaming in agony.
He laughed and shook his head, suddenly looking forward to it with great anticipation --
What will look on the faces of those who want to see him laugh at the big competition a month later?
The side pill melts in the mouth, like a handful of snow water rolling down the throat, so cold that Chu Xuan squints his eyes.
But the coolness was short-lived, and in the dantian, a "boom" burst of warm air waves, mingled with the remaining medicinal power of the ice lotus Pill and the cold current of the resonance of the Dao, and the three colors of spiritual power twisted into pretzels and rushed along the meridians.
"Here again?"
Chu Xuan had no time to wipe the oil from his mouth and hurriedly turned his heart to the sky.
This time, he did not rush to guide, but first let out a wisp of perception, like a fishing net -
Ten zhang, twelve zhang... Fifteen zhang!
The larger the network port, the clearer the spiritual energy. The clearer the spirit power, the higher the network.
Over and over again, the range of perception expands wildly, almost filling half of the back mountain in one's mind.
"Hey, lad, you've been outpouring your consciousness too much, and the foot of the mountain, the servants, can hear your heartbeat!"
"Daoqi Spirit hopped around in the sea of consciousness, whispering in a babyish voice.
Chu Xuan had no time to pay attention to it and was fully absorbed in his dantian.
There, the three spiritual forces of ice, fire and cold are tearing into knots. If left unchecked, the meridians will be torn apart at best, and the spiritual platform will be lost at worst.
"Cut off the frost, first stabilize the ice; Let the stars fall, then ignite the fire; Cold soul, suppress!"
He recited the sword formula in silence, using his sword intent to control his spiritual power. His technique was unfamiliar but his boldness prevailed.
The three spiritual forces were cut and reassembled by the sword intent and gradually twisted into a whole new route --
Ice as the blade, fire as the handle, cold as the edge, wherever it went, the meridians' barriers crackled as if quenched by ice water, but became more resilient.
Boom --
The dantian widened again, the spirit liquid spun, twice as fast as before.
Middle stage → Late stage → Perfect of the eighth layer of Qi Refinement!
Just a thin layer of membrane is enough to step into the ninth layer.
Chu Xuan opened his eyes, alternating between ice blue and crimson, like two little fish chasing each other.
"Done!"
He grew up and casually broke off a withered branch, infusing it with his spiritual energy
The surface of the withered branch was covered with frost, but the inside was red and hot, one cold and the other hot, not attacking each other.
"Both ice and fire? No, and the sharpness of the cold spirit..."
Ling Qingxue was standing three zhang away at some point, her beautiful eyes slightly fixed: "A primordial spirit can indeed accommodate all things."
Chu Xuan raised his eyebrows triumphantly: "Of course, not to see whose spirit."
"Whose?"
"Your home." He laughed so hard that his teeth were out of sight.
Ling Qingxue was stunned for a moment, her ears quickly tinged with rosy light, and turned to leave the young man with a cold back view: "Glib tongue, practice for an extra hour tonight."
"Don't --"
...
At the same time, the outer gate of the temple at the foot of the mountain.
Zhao Tianlei covered his wrist, his face darker than the bottom of the kitchen pot.
"Chu Xuan, you cut off my elixir, I'll make you cut off your hands and feet in the grand competition!"
He gritted his teeth and took out the transmission note, whispered a few words, and the talisman light turned into a grey sparrow, flapping and flying out of the mountain.
A moment later, the grey sparrow brought back a jade box.
Inside the box, crimson pills rolled and lightning arcs flashed --
The second grade of the "Explosive Spirit Pill" is more violent than the previous one and can forcibly increase two levels of minor realm within half a quarter of an hour at a cost: the meridians are severed and cultivation is completely ruined.
Zhao Tianlei's eyes were bloodshot as he grabbed the pill and swallowed it in one go.
Crackling -
His bones crackled, his psychic power soared, and his face distorted with intense pain, but he laughed wildly: "It's worth it!"
...
Night, the forbidden area of the Qingyun Sect.
Chu Xuan sat cross-legged by the cold spring, with a simple wooden figure in front of him.
He pointed together like a sword, and a wisp of ice-blue sword light came and went.
"Cut Frost, Starfall!"
The sword's light pierced through the night, and the wooden man's chest was pierced. Frost instantly spread all over his body, and in the next breath, crimson flames burst from inside, "bang" into fragments.
"Double explosion of ice and fire, double the power."
Chu Xuan exhaled a mouthful of stale air and nodded in satisfaction.
In fifteen zhang of perception, Ling Qingxue was trudging through the snow, holding... A wine jar?
"Clear snow?"
"Congratulations on your eighth floor completion." She broke the mud seal, and the wine was fragrant. "Cold plum brewed, I buried myself, ten years."
Chu Xuan was flattered, took it with both hands, gulped it down, gasped in the cold, but laughed: "Good wine!"
Ling Qingxue leaned against the stone, raised her cup and sipped it lightly. Moonlight fell on her eyelashes, like a layer of silver frost.
"On the day of the competition, if Zhao Tianlei uses the explosive elixir, what will you do?"
"Let him explode." " Chu Xuan laughed and showed his little tiger teeth. "I'll try my new move - Ice and Fire - Cold Soul Flash."
"Underestimating the enemy often leads to defeat."
"Don't worry, I cherish my life very much." The young man raised his cup and touched it lightly with her. "I will also practice swordsmanship with you, watch the snow with you, and follow the footsteps of your ancestors with you... There are too many things left undone and I can't bear to lose."
Ling Qingxue lowered her eyes, concealed the ripples in her eyes, took a small sip of wine, and said in a low voice as if to herself, "then I won't lose."
...
At the hour of Zi, the bells rang out.
Chu Xuan, holding an empty wine jar, walked back with unsteady steps.
Fifteen zhang perceptual edge, a violent spiritual force was rapidly approaching, like a burning meteorite.
He squinted to the end of the mountain path, Zhao Tianlei came with his hair loose, his eyes red, his robe bulging, and his aura reaching --
At the peak of the ninth level of Qi Refinement!
"Chu - Xuan!"
The roar shook off the snow on the branches.
Chu Xuan put down the wine jar, moved his wrist, ice and fire spirit power entwined around his fingertips, laughing unrestrainedly:
"Just right, the sword test stone has arrived."