YM778.TV Chapter 4: Improving Cultivation, Restoring Strength_1
“Elder Wang, are you sure about this time frame?”
Sitting at the main seat, Zhao Wu heard this, his expression gradually becoming serious and solemn.
For a matter relating to the future development path of the family clan,
he had to get it crystal clear.
Otherwise… such a matter could potentially affect the future of the Zhao Family.
“How could you dare to doubt the medical skills of my master?”
After Wang Kun’s judgment was questioned,
before he himself could stand up, his personal disciple standing behind him couldn’t help but speak out.
“Shut up!”
Wang Kun’s mouth curled slightly upward, looking somewhat pleased as he glanced at his sagacious personal disciple standing behind him.
Only then did he pretend to be angry, somewhat putting on an act as he loudly scolded his personal disciple behind him, “Have you no eyes? Where do you think we are, and who do you think is in here?”
“How can someone of your junior status speak out of turn in a place like this?”
Having scolded his personal disciple, Wang Kun’s face then showed a trace of apology as he spoke in a quiet voice to Zhao Wu, the Family Head sitting in the main seat in front of him.
“Family Head Zhao, my junior was thoughtless and has offended you.”
“I’m truly sorry…”
“It’s fine!!!” Zhao Wu clenched his teeth tightly, suppressing the anger in his heart.
“Since Family Head Zhao has already received the desired answer,”
“if there’s nothing else, then I shall take my leave now.”
In a room filled with the Zhao Family’s senior members, Wang Kun slightly bowed his head, speaking calmly in a low voice.
“Alright, you may leave…”
Sitting at the main seat, Zhao Wu waved his hand with an expressionless face.
…
Thus, under everyone’s gaze,
Wang Kun, with his personal disciple, slowly left the room where the atmosphere seemed somewhat amiss.
“Family Head, why did you let that arrogant Wang Kun…”
In the council hall, among the Zhao Family elders, a middle-aged elder couldn’t hold back his emotions and stood up to speak.
“No harm!” Zhao Wu shook his head slightly.
He fell silent for a moment, then continued, “Just a week ago, that Wang Kun successfully passed the Wan Dan Sect’s entrance examination and became one of its registered disciples.”
“Moreover, the fellow has mastered the method to refine Body Tempering Pills.”
“Now, the relationship between our Zhao Family and that Wang Kun is one of mutual use.”
“We, the Zhao Family, provide him with food, lodging, and various precious spiritual medicines.”
“In turn, Wang Kun provides our Zhao Family with the Body Tempering Pills he refines.”
“So, as long as Wang Kun doesn’t obstruct the development and growth of our Zhao Family, other matters…”
“Let him be!!!”
With Zhao Wu’s words, all the elders of the Zhao Family reluctantly lowered their heads.
The council hall thus returned once more to boundless silence.
Wan Dan Sect, a colossus indeed.
Not to mention within the small Da Feng Dynasty, even across the entire Dong Huang Divine State, and the whole Xuanyuan Continent,
Wan Dan Sect had a highly revered status.
Therefore, even though Wang Kun had only just passed Wan Dan Sect’s entrance examination,
and was merely one among countless registered disciples,
he was not an entity that the current Zhao Family could afford to provoke lightly.
…
As time trickled by,
soon, a new day quietly dawned.
In Qingshi Town, at the Luo Family Ancestral Land,
Luo Changfeng, as the sole grand ancestor of the Luo Family,
was now silently spending time in his courtyard, his body slightly weak as he half reclined in an ancient Taishi Chair that had existed for who knows how many years.
His turbid eyes were struggling to stay open,
while the semi-transparent attribute panel hung brightly in midair.
[Name: Luo Changfeng!]
[Lifespan: 9 days+]
[Cultivation Level: Initial Realm of Bone Refinement+]
[Qi-Blood: 1350! (ps: Safe and controllable level of Qi-Blood: 135!)]
[Cultivation Technique: Mortal’s Finest – Fierce Tiger Force (Comprehension: 30%+)]
Looking at the golden finger that belonged only to himself.
Luo Changfeng’s previously murky eyes suddenly cleared a bit.
“A day’s time, and the Qi-Blood I’ve expended has already recovered?”
“So, does this mean I can recover thirty points or more in a day?”
At this thought, Luo Changfeng seemed to realize something, and quickly shook his head again.
No, this kind of calculation seemed somewhat inaccurate.
The time I expended Qi-Blood to increase my lifespan yesterday was sometime after noon.
And now, it’s only the early morning of the second day.
Even the sky has not yet fully brightened.
So this means…
The consumption of thirty points of Qi-Blood can be fully recovered in less than half a day.
“If that’s really the case, then I can focus on enhancing my own cultivation level first.”
“Living with this body of an old man that’s so drained of Qi-Blood that I’m at death’s door is indeed quite difficult.”
As Luo Changfeng thought, he couldn’t help but complain in his mind.
…
[To raise a minor realm, 100 Qi-Blood points will be expended, does the host wish to proceed?]
[Yes!]
[No!]
…
As Luo Changfeng made a decision and stretched out his sinister right hand that could deduct the Qi-Blood of his clansmen,
the window that had popped up yesterday,
appeared before his eyes once again today.
“Yes!”
Luo Changfeng reached out his right hand and tapped the “Yes” button once again.
[Host’s choice detected, deducting 100 Qi-Blood points…]
[Host’s cultivation level is advancing…]
The cold voice echoed in Luo Changfeng’s mind.
Immediately after, a somewhat scorching flow of blood
started coursing through his body.
As the blood completed an entire circuit within his veins,
his Qi-Blood that had been drained to the brink started to recover.
His somewhat weak body gradually regained some strength.
His body, which faintly emitted the stench of decay,
at this moment, gradually radiated a hint of vitality.
About three minutes later,
this state slowly dissipated.
“So this is the power of the Intermediate Stage of Bone Refinement?” Luo Changfeng stood up excitedly.
He then pinched his own hands that were still utterly gaunt and rough as tree bark.
Although the current strength has not returned to its peak state,
Luo Changfeng found some solace.
The exhaustion, weakness, and helplessness that had constantly troubled him
had seemingly disappeared by a large margin at this moment.
Although from time to time he still felt a bit fatigued and weak,
but at least…
he could, by his own strength, walk a little and move around.
Even spar with someone for a short period.
This should not be a big problem anymore.