Upon beginning his cultivation of the Origin Heart Sutra, Lin Xiao felt the spiritual energy circulating throughout his entire body with exceptional smoothness!
All the absorbed spiritual energy seemed to flow gently and freely through his meridians without any obstruction.
It was as if the moment he started cultivating and running this mental method, the method would operate autonomously within his body according to his will.
For the first time, Lin Xiao experienced what it truly felt like to be like a fish in water when it came to cultivation!
Every time he completed a cycle of the mental method, a strange yet comfortable tingling sensation welled up in his heart!
This feeling made him suddenly unable to stop cultivating.
No one could stop him from cultivating!
In the blink of an eye, dusk had already fallen outside the grand hall.
However, Lin Xiao, who was cultivating inside the grand hall, was completely oblivious to it.
Outside the door, eight people and a chicken looked inside with some concern.
Seeing Lin Xiao sitting right in the center of the grand hall, completely lost in his cultivation, everyone felt a bit worried.
The group did not dare to go inside and disturb him, so they could only stand outside the door, keeping an eye on his condition while discussing among themselves.
Qin Jianghe clung to the doorframe, looking inside as he asked everyone,
What should we do? Brother Xiao didn't even eat lunch, and now the sun is about to set. Won't he go hungry?
Liu Yunan then said,
I don't know. We usually never see Brother Xiao cultivating much, so why is he suddenly cultivating without an end in sight today? Could something have gone wrong with his cultivation?
Jiang Youfu was more laid-back. He stuffed the last handful of roasted rice from his pocket into his mouth and chewed as he said,
Impossible! How could anything go wrong with Brother Xiao? My Brother Xiao couldn't possibly have a mishap. He must have just gotten into the groove of cultivating and is super invested right now.
Sun Yigao, who was standing to the side, carefully observed Lin Xiao's condition. Seeing that the spiritual energy swirling around him was orderly and didn't look like a bad sign, he pondered for a moment and said,
Perhaps Fuzi is right. We'd better not disturb him. It's just one meal; let's talk about it after he wakes up.
Hearing this, Yang Jinshu, who was nearby, quickly chimed in,
I'll go home later, make some food, and bring it over to place next to Brother Xiao. That way, he can eat as soon as he opens his eyes.
Everyone thought this was a fine idea, as they didn't have any better solutions anyway.
Qin Jianghe then said,
My house is closest to his. Later, I'll go tell Brother Lin Yun and Second Uncle Lin. Let's head down the mountain first.
Hearing this, the crowd turned and left.
Before leaving, Jiang Youfu squatted down and patted Little Luan's chicken head, instructing it using the Beast Speech Spirit technique he was still unfamiliar with,
Little Luan, you have to watch over Brother Xiao. If anything happens to him, hurry down the mountain and call us, okay?
Little Luan,
Cluck cluck cluck!
Who knew if Little Luan understood, but he certainly didn't understand what Little Luan was saying.
However, he still stood up and nodded at Little Luan in a serious manner,
Mm, keep a close eye on Brother Xiao. We're heading down the mountain now.
Then everyone went down the mountain together.
That night, Qin Jianghe went to the Lin family to inform Lin Dayou and Lin Yun.
Originally, when Lin Dayou heard that Lin Xiao was alone on the mountain with only a chicken for company, he was very worried and planned to go up the mountain to check on him.
But Lin Yun stopped him.
Lin Yun said to him,
Dad, don't worry. There is a defensive barrier around our sect. Ordinary people can't enter our sect's territory at all. Brother Xiao is very safe inside.
Hearing this, Lin Dayou was confused,
What barrier?
Lin Yun thought for a moment and explained to him,
You can think of it as an invisible, intangible, yet extremely hard cover that encloses our sect. Aside from the people of our sect, no one can get in.
With this, Lin Dayou felt slightly relieved.
Lin Yun turned and went into the house, rolled up his bedding, carried it on his back, and came out to tell Lin Dayou,
Dad, I'll go up the mountain tonight to accompany Erlang. I'll sleep on the floor right beside him, so you can rest easy.
Lin Dayou hurriedly went into Lin Xiao's room, grabbed Lin Xiao's quilt, and draped it over Lin Yun's back as well.
Take his quilt too. It's cold on the mountain at night. The two of you can share it.
Lin Yun then headed up the mountain carrying his roll of bedding along with Lin Xiao's quilt.
Upon arriving at the mountain, Lin Yun quietly walked into the sect's grand hall, trying his best not to make any noise that might disturb Lin Xiao.
He laid out his bedding on the floor next to Lin Xiao and, figuring he had nothing else to do, also sat down to meditate and cultivate.
It wasn't until the moon was high in the sky and Lin Yun felt wave after wave of drowsiness that he ended his cultivation.
Feeling the nighttime chill on the mountain, Lin Yun worried that Lin Xiao might catch a cold sitting there like that. However, afraid of disturbing Lin Xiao, he ended up just wrapping Lin Xiao's quilt in a circle around him without actually touching him.
He figured this would at least provide a little bit of warmth.
After setting this up, Lin Yun lifted his own quilt, lay down, and fell into a deep sleep.
The cultivating Lin Xiao was completely unaware of everything around him. He was fully immersed in the mental method, and the unhindered circulation of spiritual energy made him feel incredibly cozy and comfortable.
He seemed to gain enlightenment from every line of the mental method. Consequently, the spiritual energy within his body flowed in accordance with his insights, streaming through his various meridians and trickling into his dantian.
In a trance, it seemed as though the sound of the Dao faintly echoed in Lin Xiao's mind.
The night quietly slipped away amidst the tranquil mountains.
The morning light grew faint, and dawn broke.
At the moment when darkness and light intertwined, he slowly opened his eyes along with the first ray of morning light.
The first thing his brightly shining eyes saw was the tightly shut doors of the grand hall straight ahead.
His five senses, which seemed isolated from the outside world during his cultivation, finally opened up, and all sorts of auras from reality surged in from all directions.
Lin Xiao noticed the sound of deep breathing beside him. He turned his head and saw Lin Yun, who was huddled under his quilt with only half of his head exposed.
Lin Yun's brows were tightly furrowed, and his entire upper body was shrunk under the covers, but both of his legs were exposed to the air. His toes were curled up, looking as if he were freezing to death.
Amused, Lin Xiao gently pulled down the quilt that Lin Yun had completely bunched up around his upper body and covered him properly from head to toe.
In his sleep, Lin Yun only felt that his originally uncomfortable legs had suddenly been rescued, and he began to run freely in his dreams.
Ding—Congratulations to the host for advancing to the seventh level of Qi Condensation.
The notification sound ringing in his mind made Lin Xiao freeze for a moment.
He hadn't expected that switching his cultivation to the Origin Heart Sutra for just half a day and one night—even with the assistance of the idle cultivation feature—would allow his cultivation base to rise by two consecutive levels in such a short period of time!
Lin Xiao felt quite astonished in his heart.
Was this the difference between S-rank and A-rank?
Was the gap really that huge...
He thought about it and felt that might not be the case.
Or rather, it wasn't entirely due to the difference in the grade of the mental method.
Lin Xiao thought back carefully.
He actually didn't have much cultivation experience. He mostly relied on the idle function to cultivate automatically and rarely cultivated on his own.
Only occasionally, when he was truly bored with nothing to do, would he run to the cultivation room to join everyone else.
Currently, his comprehension level of the Peach Blossom Myriad Void Art was still stuck at 24/100.
Suddenly, a flash of insight struck him, and he thought of a possibility.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
