The clean and bright side room, with Cross-Sea Incense burning in the table furnace, smoke billowing in clouds like drifting flow.
Bai Qi served Master the evening meal, then accompanied him for a while, repeating the steps of playing chess, tasting tea, and chatting before he returned to his room.
He sat cross-legged on the bed, sorting out his thoughts, contemplating the various forces that have surfaced recently.
The Female Wealth Deity Zhu Mingyu employed by the General’s Mansion dealt with by Master, among them the Mao Family colluding with an evil sect, while the other families weren’t clean either.
And Zhao Pijiang, with heavy troops in hand, above him stands a Duke of immense power.
"A small character entangled with the Four Reversals Sect, it’s like planting the seeds of family extermination, but big characters secretly maintain frequent and close relations."
Bai Qi squinted his eyes, as if seeing several divine dragons in the clouds battling fiercely, stirring up storms, thunder, and lightning.
While common people, feet buried in muddy fields, remain oblivious, simply thinking a storm is coming.
"No wonder they call divine fights ’Heaven’s Tilt.’ A sand grain leaking from their palms is a mountain to ants like the people, not to mention when they contend fully, each urging their strength."
He focused his gaze, maintaining calm, a long and short white stream of air coiling around his nose like snakes darting.
Following the rhythm of breathing and inhaling, it gradually grew robust.
Powerful force hidden in his bones and blood was transported to his limbs, like a dragon returning to the sea.
A martial artist entering the Third Skin Refining Barrier, daily meditation and practice bring minimal improvement; only centuries-old treasure medicine spirit roots can nourish the flesh, refine the body, and nourish the organs thoroughly.
But Bai Qi achieved Golden Flesh and Jade Veins and Water and Fire Immortal Robe, with an incredibly solid foundation.
Inward vision revealed his huge blocks of muscles like serpents coiling, showing extremely distinct flowing lines.
Strands of scorching Qi Blood followed the marrow, surging forth, like a vast net tightly covering the body.
At a glance, it seems like wearing a magical robe, carrying a sacred meaning.
"My foundation is deep, with room to dig further, no rush to fill with treasure medicine spirit root.
However, spiritual opportunity is indeed rare, worth tasting.
I sent Ah Di to Daoist School, he studied for three years, passing Dao Trial, barely able to obtain the Child Talisman.
To become a Daoist Official, great difficulties lie ahead, many obstacles.
Putting in such effort, seeking only the abundant spiritual opportunity allocated by Dragon Court."
Bai Qi spread his fingers, grabbed the heavy Copper Cauldron the size of a faceplate out of thin air.
Inside, ancient patterns of sun, moon, and stars were engraved, used to store spiritual opportunity, keeping purity.
He concentrated, activating true power, inhaling and refining spiritual opportunity, it must be grasped with "Divine Intent" or "True Spirit."
This object is like the moon in the mirror, flowers in water, unreachable, invisible.
Only when heart and intent, spirit and flesh are united, can it seamlessly connect to void, perceiving its flow and change.
"Luckily, the furnace’s practice of ’Red Dragon Devouring Sword Painting.’
The metal attribute can be both soft and hard, having the meaning of transformation, severe killing, while Lung Palace governs distribution and repelling evil, both are closely related.
The Third Skin Refining Barrier building temples, starting with Lung Palace seems fitting."
Bai Qi lowered his eyelids, the Daoist Scripture states all Qi belongs to the lungs.
Medical practices have stated, weather connects to lungs, exhaling, inhaling.
He from Nameless Ink Talisman, imitated and comprehended the fundamental true intent of the Red Dragon Devouring Sword Painting.
Like a young child wielding a large chisel, painstakingly sketching strokes.
Approximately one hour.
Taking shape!
Buzz!
The red dragon holding the divine sword soared, driving the straight spine through chambers, Qi Blood suddenly flooding like rivers.
Bai Qi concentrated his mind, guided movement, first past the nose, which is the lung’s external orifice; then through the throat, which is the lung’s gateway.
This unique cultivation of nurturing organs, building them into temples, resembles carving a raw stone into divine sculpture.
Experiencing both the pain of cutting with knives and axes, and the near-perfect satisfaction.
"Throat like swallowing sword, nose akin to drinking wind, indeed tormenting."
Bai Qi’s brow slightly arched, his throat seemed to contain blade edge, each swallow pained severely, almost causing a blood-stained cough.
Breathing through the nose was much the same, akin to cold winds slicing through.
Chilled and sharp, it invaded the body, as if falling into an ice cave, making one shiver involuntarily.
"The Third Skin Refining Barrier, nurturing organs, breeding divine intent; unlike prior cultivation, it involves organs, slight carelessness, risks going awry.
No wonder it blocks so many, excluding the Sitting Hall Masters of Black River County, even Xu Zirong, a highly gifted rich man, hesitated to attempt."
Bai Qi had an epiphany, the five organs and six viscera concern the entire body interior and exterior.
If reckless like First Tendon Training Barrier, Second Bone Training Barrier, grabbing a Cultivation Technique and practicing.
It easily causes undue exhaustion and long-lasting injuries.
"Mind like still water, unyielding disturbance."
Bai Qi’s brow slightly warmed, the formed divine soul operated "Flood Dragon Holding Yellow Springs Sutra," Sumeru Spirit Mountain suppressed distractions, erasing pain and torment.
He opened nasal awareness, discerning yin and yang, expelling the old and absorbing the new, Qi Blood trickled smoothly, and then flowed down the throat, irrigating and pouring into the Lung Palace.
Qi Blood merged and fused with the Lung Palace, forming a shallow pool, nurturing a palm-sized little red dragon inside.
Exhale!
Bai Qi released a deep breath, the sharp cold piercing of nose and throat vanished without a trace.
He observed within the Lung Palace, a little red dragon swimming back and forth, resembling a long sword.
From this, he sensed a trace of extraordinary charm, containing fierce killing intent.