In the morning, when the first ray of sunlight shone through the window and landed on Lou Xiaoyi's face, he woke up as if he could feel the warmth.
He shook his sleeves and patted his body. Everything was normal. It was as if nothing had happened and he had only had a realistic nightmare last night.
He was not as strong as an ox, as light as a swallow, as strong as a drum, and he was not covered in mud. Even a dying person would not be able to excrete more than a few kilograms of black mud, right?
As he complained out of habit, he stood up and looked around. Those real existences told him clearly that everything had happened.
The porcelain bottle was still in its original position. The dozen or so half-dead worms on the ground all told him that it was not a dream.
He narrowed his eyes. The morning sunlight and the rising dust in the room intertwined to form a beautiful picture. In this picture, there were faint flashes of golden light, like mischievous fairies!
This was not an illusion caused by banging his head against the wall and seeing stars. This was also something real. This thing had a very desirable name — Spiritual Opportunity of the Heavens and Earth.
This was cultivation!
Naturally, it was not like reaching the heavens in a single step!
As he walked further down this path, this Spiritual Opportunity would eventually be used by him. It would turn into fire, roast duck with wine; it would turn into ice, sour plum soup on a hot summer's day …
Wasn't this a little too useless?
He did not care. This process was wonderful and enjoyable. There was no need to suppress himself with these heavy and lofty ideals.
He stood there quietly, once again circulating the Parallel Qi Art. The floating golden motes of light in the air slowly and unwillingly surged towards him. This was the true essence of cultivation, the source of all magic, the beginning of another world.
This was what he deserved!
He stopped daydreaming. He realized that he was not as excited as he thought he would be. It was as if all of this was logical and natural.
He crouched down and carefully picked up the dozen or so white sand worms and placed them back into the empty porcelain bottle. He did not have the magnanimity to cherish moths and sand, nor did he have the ideals of equality for all races. Since they were still alive, there was no need to stomp them to death and sweep the floor. He could just put them back the next time he went to the Gobi Desert to catch worms.
After taking the first step in cultivation, the biggest feeling he had was …
He exited the study and turned left. Behind the corridor, there was a small bamboo forest. There was a small room under red bricks and green tiles. He released himself to his heart's content … After holding it in for a long time, he felt like he was going to explode.
Cultivators were also hungry and needed to eat! Cultivators also had a cycle that needed to be expelled!
Why was it that other people's cultivation was so high and mighty, but when it came to him, it was just oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and tea?
"Chun Hua, bring me some breakfast! I'm hungry! Take a few more buns! I want minced meat! "
Lou Xiaoyi shouted towards the outside. Then, the sound of a young maid running towards the kitchen could be heard.
After washing up and finishing his breakfast, Lou Xiaoyi went to pay his respects to his mother as usual. It wasn't a big deal, so he chatted for a bit before returning to his study.
In any case, this was the first step. It would be a lie to say that he was not happy. His heart was very eager. He needed to go through everything that had happened last night so that he could determine the next step of the plan.
Life required planning, especially the life of cultivation.
He noticed that there were no traces of the white sand worm's barbed tail on his body. At that time, he knew very well that his hands and face had been stung. No matter how powerful the Medium Parallel Qi Formula was, it was impossible for it to absorb all the hardened barbs, right?
He first circulated the Medium Parallel Qi Formula a few times, but he felt that the results were very small. It was as though he had made no progress. On one hand, it was because the spiritual opportunity was thin. On the other hand, it was because the timing was wrong.
In this world, the effects of cultivation were different at different times. The best timing was between dawn and dusk. Simply put, it was the time when the sun rose and set. This was because the spiritual opportunity was the most active at that time, and it was also the most intimate. It would result in twice the result with half the effort.
Of course, if you spent all 24 hours cultivating, no one would bother you. It was just that the efficiency was too low.
This referred to the consumption of spiritual opportunity by nature. If one relied on spiritual tools and spiritual items, there would not be so many rules. This included these white sand worms.
Lou Xiaoyi was very clear about his current level. He was at the entry level of the Qi Eater stage, which was the lowest level possible. He could barely feel the existence of the spiritual opportunity in the world, but he was still far from being able to manipulate it. He was also far from being able to learn spells. With his level of cultivation, he was afraid that he could not even release a small flame.
This point was strictly stipulated in the Medium Parallel Qi Formula. Only when the middle dantian was filled with heat and felt bloated would it be the time to start learning spells.
Now, eating Qi, eating Qi, the word 'eating' was the foundation of cultivation.
He still had to rely on the worms!
With his first experience, his psychological resistance was much stronger. When he saw the white sand worms again, he felt less disgusted and more affectionate. After all, they were partners that helped him with his cultivation. He had to treat them well.
Lou Xiaoyi stripped down to his upper body. He wanted to see what the white sand worm's tail hook was.
He gently removed the porcelain bottle cap and kept it open at the same level as last night. Ten or so worms were enough for him. He had just entered the entry level, so he could not run away. He would be wasting his time.
Just like yesterday, another dozen or so white sand worms jumped out. Once they landed on the ground, they immediately attacked the person they sensed danger from. The only difference was that the person who was attacked no longer panicked. Instead, he watched the white sand worms' actions with great interest. When he saw the tiny flesh worms approaching him, he arched his body and turned around before a white light shot out from his tail and entered his body.
It was almost the same pain and swelling as last night. However, because he was confident, he could endure it. At the same time, he channeled his Qigong to move the ten or so tiny streams of spiritual opportunity that entered his body.
After two hours, his body had completely returned to normal. At the same time, he had also completely digested the white sand worms' spiritual opportunity.
During this process, he had come to two conclusions.
First of all, the white sand worm's tail hook did not actually exist. It was not a real thing like a wasp. It was just a figment of the imagination of an ordinary person who was stung. It was not a real tail hook. It was a pure Spiritual Vigor that was shot out from its tail.
Secondly, he could not completely absorb the white sand worms' spiritual opportunity. He could only absorb half of it. The rest was slowly spreading out and merging with the heaven and earth.
He knew that this was because he was not proficient enough in the Parallel Qi Formula, and it was not attractive enough. One day, when his cultivation level was strong enough, he would be able to absorb all the Spiritual Opportunity in just one cycle of the Qi Formula. However, when that day came, he would not be interested in the Spiritual Opportunity of the White Sand Worm anymore, right?
He had never thought that he would cultivate by being stung by insects in such an unimaginable way.
It did not matter if it was a black cat or a white cat. As long as it could catch mice, it was a good cat!
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