"So this Qingyun Qi Training Chapter that I received after becoming an outer disciple is actually the complete version of the Qingyun Qi Training Chapter in the hands of the children. The basic principles haven't changed, but the description is more detailed. Not only is there a method to sense spiritual energy and circulate it through the meridians, it also records some things to pay attention to during cultivation, as well as the method to refine spirit stones to increase one's cultivation …"
It was already late at night. Du Fang sat cross-legged on the bed. The room was simply decorated, but it was clean and quiet.
In front of him, there was a thin booklet. It was the cultivation method that he received after becoming an outer disciple.
This cultivation method was not much different from the Qingyun Qi-Training Technique, but it was much more detailed. It should be the authentic Qingyun Qi-Training Technique. Compared to this cultivation method, the one he had cultivated when he was a Daoist child was so simple that it made people's hair stand on end. It simply introduced the principles of cultivation, breathing, and the basic method of circulating spiritual energy. There was nothing else.
But thinking about it, the cultivation method in the children's hands was originally used to test their spirituality, so there was no need for it to be too profound.
Furthermore, after working for ten years, the children would be sent down the mountain. If the cultivation method that was too profound was given to them, it would be easy for it to be leaked.
As for the outer disciples, they could train in the Blue Cloud Sect for three years. If they couldn't break into the second stage of spirit formation, they would be sent down the mountain.
After breaking into the second stage of spirit formation, they could continue to train for three years. If they couldn't break into the third stage of spirit formation, they would be sent down the mountain.
After breaking into the third stage of spirit formation, they would have to train for five years. If they couldn't break through the bottleneck and enter the fourth stage of spirit formation within five years, they would be sent down the mountain. It was the same for the other stages. The Blue Cloud Sect wouldn't keep these disciples for nothing.
Even for the disciples that stayed in the sect, the resources they were given were pitifully little. If they wanted to obtain enough cultivation resources, they would have to spend a large amount of money to buy from the sect. Or they could get a Taoist edict to complete missions for the sect and obtain rewards. Of course, there was another way, which was to enter the various departments of the sect. Just like the fat Taoist, they could also earn a meager amount of resources.
"Hu … …"
Fang Xing began to cultivate. He circulated the mental cultivation technique of the Blue Cloud Sect. His spiritual energy leaked out as he breathed and adjusted his breath.
In front of him, the bright red spirit stone floated up and down along with his breathing, floating in the air. It was a very mystical sight.
Through this method, the spiritual energy above the spiritual energy was drawn into his body and seeped into his meridians.
After officially becoming an outer sect disciple, or to be exact, after knowing the wonders of the Spirit Stone, Fang Xing no longer used the method of using the Essence Transforming Grass to cultivate. That method was too harmful to the body. Although he had been using this method to cultivate for two months and had been eating and drinking to replenish his Essence Qi, his body still inevitably suffered a lot of damage.
Once a person's body was depleted, it couldn't be replenished by eating and drinking. It would only be possible if there was a peerless secret medicine.
Currently, Fang Xing was only ten years old, but his hair had some greyish white color, which had been cultivated in the past two months. If he continued to cultivate using the method of transforming essence into Qi, perhaps he wouldn't even be able to live to the age of twenty.
He wasn't like those with high aptitudes who could directly cultivate through breathing and adjusting their breath. He could only absorb spiritual energy directly from the outside world. The spirit stone that he was using to cultivate was a special ore that contained spirituality in the cultivation world. When a cultivator breathed and adjusted his breath, he would concentrate spiritual energy on it and then circulate the mystical technique to absorb the spiritual energy contained in the spirit stone into his body bit by bit.
This method didn't harm the source. Instead, it would make one's body healthy, extend one's lifespan, and strengthen one's physique. However, the speed of cultivation was far inferior to the method of Essence Transforming Qi. It could even be said that one was running while the other was walking. However, this was something that could not be helped. He couldn't throw away his life just for a moment of cultivation, right?
Essence Transforming Qi was a shortcut for cultivation, but it was a shortcut that would take one's life!
Furthermore, using spirit stones to cultivate was too wasteful!
Currently, Fang Xing wasn't very proficient in using this method to cultivate. However, he estimated that it would take at most ten days for the spirit stone to be used up. What should he do for the remaining time? Cultivation was like rowing a boat against the current. If you don't move forward, you will fall back. If you don't have enough spiritual energy for fifty days in a row, the spiritual energy that you already cultivated would slowly decrease …
This was like a person who had finally eaten their fill and gained some strength. However, if they didn't eat their fill for a few days, their body would become weak.
It was already the seventh year since the fat daoist entered the sect. Because of the severe lack of resources, his cultivation would only rise to the upper limit. However, he was unable to breakthrough to the second layer of spirit formation. In fact, he had already been sent down the mountain twice because of this. Both times, he used his connections to go through the back door and used the few resources he had to give gifts. Adding that to his conscientious work in the miscellaneous affairs department, he was able to stay.
However, the more it was like this, the more he lacked resources and had no time to cultivate. Thus, his cultivation couldn't increase any further.
"This won't do. Seems like cultivation is the same as the outside world. The courageous will be stuffed to death and the timid will starve to death. If I continue living like this, sooner or later, I will be like senior brother Zhu, running errands for others in the Dao sect …"
After cultivating for a while, Fang Xing stopped. A spirit stone fell from the sky and landed on his leg.
He pinched the spirit stone and slowly pondered, "Among the thousands of outer disciples in the Dao sect, there are quite a few from rich families. Although many of them are D grade disciples, they are rich. If they don't have spirit stones, they will spend money to buy them. Spending a few hundred gold per month is still bearable. Naturally, it will be enough to support my cultivation. However, I am penniless now. I have to think of a way to do something big …"
Outside, the Blue Cloud Sect was quiet with a bright moon hanging high in the sky.
The disciples of the Blue Cloud Sect were either cultivating or asleep. Probably no one would have thought that at this moment, their little junior brother who was only ten years old was already thinking about how to snatch resources from them.
"I should cultivate first. I have to pay attention to my daily routine and take a look …"
After Fang Xing made up his mind, he began to cultivate again.
…
"Is Junior Brother Fang here?"
Half a month after he officially became an outer disciple, Fang Xing's spirit stone had long been refined. Just when he was bored to death in his room, someone suddenly called his door. Looking out of the window, he saw the fat Daoist. He was carrying a pouch and a bottle of wine in his hand. It seemed that he was bored and wanted to find Fang Xing for a drink.
Speaking of which, this fat Daoist was quite pitiful. His cultivation was too low and he was stupid. Usually, he would only show off in front of the new disciples or the Daoist children. Among the disciples of the same level, he did not have many friends and the others looked down on him. Now that he and Fang Xing had settled their grudges, he treated Fang Xing as a close friend and often came to find him for a drink. This was already the second time in half a month.
When the other disciples saw that he, a man in his thirties, was making friends with a child who looked like he was only ten years old, they all secretly laughed at him. However, he was broad-minded and pretended not to hear them. What would come would still come.
"Senior Brother Zhu, come in, come in …"
Fang Xing said enthusiastically, but his body was too lazy to move. He only opened his mouth to greet him.
"Sigh, how many times have I told you? My surname is Yu, not Zhu. You just can't remember it …"
The fat Daoist walked in and pulled a stool over with familiarity. He tore open the lotus leaf, revealing a roasted chicken inside. He then took out two large, coarse porcelain bowls from under Fang Xing's table and poured wine into them. He pushed them in front of Fang Xing and began to eat heartily.
"Oh right, Senior Brother Zhu, you said that there was a ghost market among the outer sect disciples?"
Fang Xing tore a chicken wing and ate it slowly. He asked the fat Daoist thoughtfully.
"It's Yu, not Zhu. Look at my lips … Yu …"
The fat Taoist opened his mouth wide and said in a muffled voice, "But that ghost market is real. Among the outer sect disciples, there is no lack of rich people. They all have good things in their hands. But sometimes, they don't need them, and when they want to use them, they can't buy them. Therefore, there are people who secretly set up ghost markets. Everyone goes there and takes out the things they don't need to trade with others …"
"The Dao sect prohibits this because there is a rule that all the items that the disciples need have to be exchanged with the Dao sect. However, many disciples feel that the Dao sect is too evil. Some of the conditions are also very harsh. There are even some people who don't have proper origins and can't see the light of day. That's why there is this ghost market. Those who go to the ghost market are afraid that others will reveal their secrets. Therefore, they all disguise themselves before going. They all agree that they will only look at the items and not ask about their identities …"
As the fat Daoist spoke, he entered with a chicken leg.
Fang Xing nodded and said, "Then help me keep an eye out and see when there will be a ghost market …"
"Why are you asking about this? I know how poor you are. The one hundred taels of silver that you pay to the catering department every month are all paid by me. What treasures do you have to exchange for?"
The fat Daoist said in disdain. He raised his bowl and clinked it with Fang Xing.
"I asked you to find out, so just do it. Why are you asking so much? It's just a hundred taels of silver. I'll pay you back double another day …"
"It's a hundred and ten taels … Hey, who asked you to pay back the silver? Come, let's drink …"
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