After an unknown amount of time, the giant golden cocoon suddenly exploded with a bang, turning back into specks of golden light that filled the entire sky, flickering incessantly.
In the center of Yang Xuan's dantian, three white cyclones appeared, slowly rotating in a tripod formation.
When these three cyclones appeared, the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth from the outside world began to slowly flow into the three cyclones.
Seeing this scene, Yang Xuan's heart was incomparably excited. He came to a realization — Qi Refining Stage Three.
He, the only cultivator in the Martial God's World, had already reached Qi Refining Stage Three.
From now on, a brand new path was laid out in front of him.
Yang Xuan used his mind to slowly rotate the three cyclones, and the Spiritual Qi slowly but continuously flowed into the cyclones.
The energy vortex above his head had long since disappeared. Yang Xuan understood that the huge energy vortex would only appear when the Spiritual Qi within the cyclones had accumulated to a certain extent and advanced.
Withdrawing from his inner sight, Yang Xuan discovered that only about two hours had passed.
His eyes swept across his surroundings, and Yang Xuan immediately felt the difference.
His eyes swept across his surroundings, and everything around him became incomparably clear, giving him a completely new feeling. At the same time, his senses became incomparably sharp, and he could even feel the movement of leaves in the breeze.
He knew that this was definitely not an illusion, but a benefit brought to him by Qi Refining Stage Three.
This advancement not only allowed him to enter Qi Refining Stage Three, but it also brought incomparable benefits to Yang Xuan's mind, causing his mind to become even stronger.
However, when he recalled what had just happened, he could not help but feel a lingering fear in his heart.
At that time, if it were not for the unyielding will in his heart that turned into a kind of will, and in the end, turned defeat into victory, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
Contending against the power of a world's laws, one could imagine how dangerous it would be.
At this moment, he understood that his current strength was still too weak, and he had not yet attracted the attention of the power of laws.
As he grew stronger, the power of laws imposed on him would become stronger and stronger, until he was turned into fine powder by the power of laws, or he would be above the laws of this world.
There was no possibility of reconciliation between the two.
However, he did not regret it at all. If he had to make a choice again, he would still do it even if he knew that it was extremely dangerous.
There was no such thing as a free lunch in this world. If one wanted to reap huge rewards, one would have to pay a huge price. This had been the case since ancient times.
Now that he had mastered the method, the rest was a matter of course.
Yang Xuan's mind sank into his Dantian and concentrated. He slowly pushed the three cyclones to spin faster. As the cyclones sped up, the speed at which the spiritual energy entered his body also became faster.
Along with the influx of spiritual energy, each of the three cyclones released a stream of spiritual energy that wandered around his limbs and bones. Bit by bit, it nourished his body, causing it to become tougher and more agile.
At this moment, a thought flashed through his mind.
Spiritual Qi entering the body and transforming into True Essence was known as Qi Refining.
True Essence was like an emperor, and Spirit Qi was like a soldier.
At this moment, there was no True Essence in his body. By the time all the Spirit Qi in his body turned into liquid True Essence, he would most likely have stepped into the second stage of True Cultivation — Foundation Establishment.
At this moment, he was looking forward to it.
The bright moon was bright, and a cool breeze was blowing. The surroundings were silent, and only the leaves were swaying.
Yang Xuan sat cross-legged on the ground quietly with his eyes slightly closed. As he breathed in and out, he revealed a mysterious charm.
In such an environment, Yang Xuan began to cultivate for the first time in his life.
As the night deepened, the whole world fell into silence. However, no one would have thought that a young man would take a step that would shake the whole world in the future.
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At the same time, Fourth Chief Steward Yang Jing found it difficult to sleep. His mind was filled with thoughts, and he inexplicably felt a trace of panic and even a trace of fear.
Thinking of his previous attitude towards Yang Xuan and his mother, and then thinking of Niu Yuan's cold corpse, he felt a trace of regret that he had never felt before. However, he immediately threw away this trace of regret and turned it into a sinister one.
His eyes became sinister and vicious, like a poisonous snake in the dark night.
'I won't be at ease if you don't die!'
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When he woke up again, the sky was already slightly bright. Yang Xuan patted his clothes and stood up. Although he had sat for an entire night, his legs did not feel numb at all. His whole person also seemed refreshed, without a trace of fatigue.
When he returned to his residence, his mother had already woken up and was working. When she saw Yang Xuan coming in from outside, she was not surprised and thought that Yang Xuan had woken up early.
In the past few days, Qian Shi had noticed that the way people looked at her seemed to be a little different.
Originally, those people looked at her with disdain, ridicule, disgust, and other emotions. But now, she sensitively noticed that the way people looked at her had changed. There was an inexplicable feeling that made her feel a little unfamiliar.
This kind of change made her feel uneasy and worried. She hoped that nothing unexpected had happened.
Now that she saw Yang Xuan, she thought of this and said to Yang Xuan, "Little Xuan, did you notice something strange these past few days?"
Yang Xuan took the bucket that was already filled with water from his mother's hands and helped her pour it into the huge washing basin. Looking at his mother's red hands, he felt a little sour in his heart and said, "No, Mother, what's wrong?"
Qian Shi put the laundry into the wooden basin and thought for a while. She hesitated and said, "I feel that the way people look at me these past few days is not right. It seems like, um … I'm not sure. I keep feeling like I'm a little scared!" After saying that, she frowned. Even she did not dare to believe what she said. It was good enough that these people did not bully them. How could she be scared?
Yang Xuan heard that and understood. It seemed that the effect of killing Niu Yuan was showing.
However, what puzzled him the most was that the storm he had imagined did not come. Everything was calm, as if nothing had happened.
Of course, Yang Xuan was not naive enough to think that this matter would pass just like that.
Although as a direct descendant of the Yang family, casually killing one or two servants was not a big deal to a hegemon like the Yang family, if this person was Yang Xuan, it would definitely cause a huge uproar.
Now that everything was calm, he felt that this was just the calm before the storm.
His heart was slightly expectant. A trace of coldness appeared at the corner of his mouth. Yang Xuan said in his heart, "Come, I'll wait!"
Unknowingly, even Yang Xuan himself did not realize that he had changed!
Yang Xuan would not tell his mother the truth. That would only make her worried. He casually comforted his mother, picked up the wooden bucket, and started the day's work.
The next few days were still calm. However, when the servants saw Yang Xuan, they would always lower their heads to avoid him. When they could not avoid him, they would lower their heads and become unusually respectful.
Yang Xuan enjoyed this feeling very much. Looking at the people who had disdained and ignored him now lowering their heads in front of him, he could not help but feel a little strange. For the first time, he tasted the benefits of strength.
These days, he did not give up on his cultivation. Every night, he continued to absorb spiritual energy to strengthen his True Essence. However, from that day onwards, he never went to the back of the mountain again. Instead, he cultivated in his own room.
Now, the main problem in front of him was how to use spiritual energy. Although spiritual energy was converted into True Essence and he could casually strike with great power, he knew in his heart that cultivators had thousands of tricks up their sleeves. They did not just rely on brute force.
However, as the only self-cultivator in this world, where could he go to find Taoist techniques and cultivation methods?
This problem had been hovering in his heart for a long time, but he could not find a way to solve it. However, Yang Xuan was not in a hurry. He knew that what would come, would come!
On this afternoon, he was chopping firewood in the courtyard. His snow-white hatchet was raised high up in the air, sparkling under the sunlight. Soon after, it fell rapidly, and with a bang, a wooden stake was split into two halves. He had repeated this action for many years. As the saying goes, practice makes perfect. Even with his eyes closed, he could accurately chop the center of the wooden stake.
Yang Xuan's heart was not here at this time. He was constantly thinking about how to use spiritual energy.
The sun reflected from the raised hatchet fell on Yang Xuan's eyes, causing him to involuntarily close his eyes. After he reacted, he slowly put away the hatchet. Just as he was about to chop again, his eyes suddenly fell on the hatchet.
The hatchet made of pig iron was shining like snow. Because Yang Xuan often polished the blade, it was unusually sharp. From time to time, a cold light flashed.
Yang Xuan's heart suddenly moved.
The hatchet moved because it was driven by the strength of the arm, and the hatchet could split the firewood because the edge was thin and sharp.
Since that was the case, could he use his mind as the arm and spiritual energy as the blade to launch an attack like a hatchet?
Yang Xuan's heart thumped, and his eyes became brighter. He felt that a new path had appeared in front of him.
He acted as soon as he thought of it. He sent out his mind, and spiritual energy suddenly surged out from his dantian.
There was hope! Yang Xuan was delighted. He did not dare to be negligent and continued to concentrate.
The spiritual energy appeared in front of his body. Yang Xuan felt that it first became a ball, and then slowly formed a transparent crescent according to Yang Xuan's mind.
For a moment, Yang Xuan was so happy that he almost laughed out loud. The appearance of this transparent crescent meant that his train of thought was correct.
"Go!" Yang Xuan shouted.
Before he finished speaking, the transparent crescent rushed toward a nearby locust tree with lightning speed.
"Pu!" The crescent collided with the locust tree, producing a soft sound.
A breeze blew, and the branches of the locust tree rustled, as if mocking him.
"Huh?" Yang Xuan was dumbfounded.
After being hit by the crescent, the locust tree was completely fine. There was not even a trace of damage left on the tree.
"This …" Yang Xuan was a little stunned.
This was like a person holding a long knife and excitedly slashing at an enemy, but the enemy was completely fine. Instead, the enemy crossed his arms and laughed, saying, "Come again, come again." It was so embarrassing and unbelievable.
Unwilling to give up, a crescent almost twice as large as before slowly formed.
"Go!" Yang Xuan gritted his teeth.
A breeze blew, and the branches of the locust tree rustled, mocking him again.
An even larger crescent was formed.
"Go!" Yang Xuan gnashed his teeth, his eyes bloodshot.
A breeze blew, and the branches of the locust tree rustled. … …
"Go!" Yang Xuan gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, and his voice hoarse.
A breeze blew … …
… …
After a long while, Yang Xuan was panting heavily. This was not because he was tired, but because he was angry.
Motherf * cker. Yang Xuan jumped up and rushed to the locust tree, slashing wildly with the hatchet in his hand. It was only when he saw that the tree was suddenly riddled with holes that he calmed down a little.
After calming down, Yang Xuan began to think carefully.
The spiritual energy in the vortex could form a crescent blade according to his will. This meant that at least the first half of his train of thought was correct. Spiritual energy could take any shape.
However, when the crescent blade struck the locust tree, it did not cause any substantial damage. Yang Xuan had never expected this result.
Why was it like this? Yang Xuan fell into deep thought.
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