The sect master of the Chi Hong Sect stared at Su Tong, while Su Tong was also looking calmly at the sect master.
"It turns out there are still people in the Shui Yun Kingdom who don't know the name of the Chi Hong Sect's sect master. It seems Yi Yu Xing should abdicate," the beautiful sect master said lightly.
This Yi Yu Xing is the current ruler of the Shui Yun Kingdom.
"My sect is called Luo Zi Yin. Now can you tell me about your cultivation techniques?"
Luo Zi Yin looked helplessly at the impassive Su Tong, and could only slowly open her mouth.
It seems this person does not have much affection for the Shui Yun Kingdom.
"Luo Zi Yin? Not a bad name!"
Unexpectedly, Su Tong did not pay any attention to Luo Zi Yin, but instead carefully savored her name.
"You!"
Luo Zi Yin was somewhat angry.
This elder seems to be a troublemaker!
"Triple spiritual energy absorption!"
At this time Su Tong spoke, and suddenly strands of spiritual energy madly surged into his body.
Luo Zi Yin, who was initially angry, saw the surge of spiritual energy and her expression also changed slightly.
After carefully sensing it, she said, "As expected, it has surpassed the mid-grade Spirit level cultivation technique. It really lives up to being an ancient god's cultivation formula. But it still can’t compare to the top-grade Spirit level cultivation technique!"
"Can you repeat it?"
Su Tong opened his eyes, and the surging spiritual energy also disappeared.
He looked at Luo Zi Yin and asked.
This was naturally not difficult for Su Tong.
But in the eyes of these people from other worlds, it seemed to be very difficult to repeat.
"Let me try!"
Luo Zi Yin nodded, and did not say she could, just said to try it out.
Then she closed her eyes, seeming to be recalling it. After a long time, she finally spoke, "Triple... spiritual... energy... absorption!"
The first two words were a bit difficult to pronounce, but the last four words were very standard.
And after Luo Zi Yin's words fell, Su Tong could also feel strands of spiritual energy pouring into Luo Zi Yin's body.
After a while, Luo Zi Yin slowly opened her eyes. Her eyes were full of curiosity and...delight.
"The one line of formula you comprehended is enough to match or even surpass the Chi Hong Sect's mid-grade Spirit level cultivation technique!"
At this time, Luo Zi Yin also looked at Su Tong with complicated expressions.
After all, someone who had just stepped into the threshold of cultivation was able to comprehend a line of the ancient gods' language that could match the mid-grade Spirit level cultivation technique!
Such astonishing perception really surprised Luo Zi Yin.
"Mid-grade Spirit level cultivation technique? What is the difference between this technique and the ancient gods' language?"
At this time, Su Tong also heard something different.
Previously, he thought that the people in this world relied on the so-called ancient gods' language to cultivate. But now, according to what Luo Zi Yin said, it seemed a bit different.
"The ancient gods' language is easy to understand. It is the language left by the ancient gods, and often only a very short line of formula, but with tremendous power!"
Luo Zi Yin knew Su Tong had just started cultivating and didn't understand anything.
So she explained it to Su Tong.
Then she continued, "Not all cultivators can repeat the ancient gods' language. Some cultivators have low perception and can only repeat the most basic ancient gods' language. But as their cultivation level rises, the most basic ancient gods' language becomes insufficient. So cultivation techniques were created."
"Cultivation techniques are derived from the ancient gods' language, for those cultivators with lower perception to also improve their strength. Cultivation techniques are divided into Mortal, Spirit and Divine levels, and further divided into low, mid and high grades. Currently, the highest level cultivation technique in the Chi Hong Sect is only mid-grade Spirit level, which just happens to match the ancient gods' language you just comprehended!"
This time, Luo Zi Yin said the cultivation technique matched Su Tong's ancient gods' language.
And Su Tong also understood that Chinese is so outstanding!
Chinese, which is the ancient gods' language, is the supreme existence in this continent. A short line of formula can cause huge waves.
Whoever can comprehend it can become stronger.
Cultivation techniques are derived from the ancient gods' language, and can be cultivated by anyone. The higher the level of the cultivation technique, the faster one can cultivate.
Although the speed cannot catch up with the ancient gods' language, it can be cultivated by everyone. Of course, that's if you can get it.
After all, even in the Chi Hong Sect, there is only the mid-grade Spirit level cultivation technique.
As a result, Su Tong only needed "Triple spiritual energy absorption" to suppress this mid-grade Spirit level technique.
So Luo Zi Yin was so anxious to get the ancient gods' language comprehended by Su Tong.
"Although your perception is strong, your current strength is too low. As an elder in the Chi Hong Sect, I'm afraid many people will make a move against you!"
At this time, Luo Zi Yin also reminded him.
"Well, I'm aware of that."
Having read tens of thousands of books, Su Tong was clear about this point.
Holding high status without strength would naturally attract envy and hatred.
"So before you reach the Qi Refining Realm, it's best not to confront them directly. After all, you haven't even entered the most basic Body Tempering Realm yet!"
Luo Zi Yin reminded him again.
"Oh? Body Tempering Realm? Qi Refining Realm? Sect master, can you tell me about the cultivation realms!"
Su Tong nodded. He was not clear about how the cultivation realms were divided.
"The path of cultivation officially begins when entering the Body Tempering Realm. After the Body Tempering Realm, there is the Foundation Establishment Realm, Qi Refining Realm, Returning Void Realm, Spirit Void Realm, Divine Soul Realm, Divine Spirit Realm, Divine Realm and Saint Realm. Apart from the Body Tempering Realm and Saint Realm, the others are divided into grades one to nine, with one being the lowest and nine being the highest."
Luo Zi Yin supplemented Su Tong with some knowledge about realms.
She then added, "Based on your current spiritual energy absorption speed, you should be able to enter the Body Tempering Realm within a month and become a true cultivator."
"A month?"
Su Tong's eyebrows wrinkled slightly. A month seemed rather long.
"For other entry-level disciples, let alone a month, the fast ones would still need half a year to enter the Body Tempering Realm. The slow ones may even take two to three years. Although there are no grades in the Body Tempering Realm, it is still extremely difficult to enter. A few years is considered fast for cultivators!"
Luo Zi Yin knew Su Tong was eager to cultivate, so she reminded him.
Such talent was one in tens of thousands. Don't go astray because of impatience.
"Um!"
Su Tong nodded. So cultivation was not that fast after all.
But then he suddenly thought of another question and asked, "What if I continue strengthening that ancient gods' language?"
"What?"
Just as Su Tong's voice fell, Luo Zi Yin was also surprised, her voice rising.
"Strengthen it again!"
Su Tong's mouth curved into a sneer.
Threefold was not enough, then what about fourfold? Fivefold?
Seeing Su Tong's smile, Luo Zi Yin was shocked beyond belief... This guy...could he really improve it further?
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