Chapter 2: Qi Refining Arts!
The Sixth Menial Court. Lu Qingyang and Yang Yu returned.
“Senior Brother Lu, I’m heading out of the sect again tomorrow. After this demon-slaying trip, I imagine I’ll be one step closer to a breakthrough.”
Yang Yu spoke with a look of longing.
“Mm. Be careful yourself. Whatever you do, don’t be reckless.”
“When you’re out there, if things look bad, you can fall back behind the others…”
Lu Qingyang looked at one of the few friends he had in the Chaotian Sect and solemnly gave a few warnings.
He had just arrived, and the original owner of this body shared his name and was also an orphan. Because of his aloof personality, he had not made many friends.
Yang Yu counted as one. Since coming here, he was the only one who was close to him.
But the other party was often away from the sect.
Because of this, when the original owner had a mishap in his cultivation and his qi deviated… there had been no one to save him.
Thus, Lu Qingyang had been given the chance to live another life.
“Don’t worry, Senior Brother. I know my limits.”
Yang Yu nodded.
Though his comprehension was not as good as Lu Qingyang’s, he was naturally fond of fighting.
In the Chaotian Sect, after menial disciples entered, all of them would receive a Qi Refining technique, the Five Elements Formula.
Each person also had a chance to choose one art.
Most people would choose a hundred-trade art.
For example, the Minor Rain-Cloud Art, Spirit Medicine Extraction, or Ore Residue Purification.
After all, for cultivators in the early stage of Qi Refining, killing arts were low in power.
It was better to learn a skill and earn some contribution spirit stones.
Of course, the most important point was also safety!
But there were always some people who were naturally warlike.
Yang Yu was that sort of person. After entering the sect, he cultivated a killing art and frequently went out of the sect to slay demons.
This was how he improved himself, completed missions, and earned contribution.
Regarding this, though Lu Qingyang did not approve, he could only wish him well.
After the two talked for a few moments, Lu Qingyang turned and left.
The item he had obtained from today’s simulation, he had been carrying it on him all along.
Now he finally had time to study it.
Within the Menial Court, the living conditions of every menial disciple were the same.
All were rows of single-story houses, divided into several rooms.
Lu Qingyang’s room was in the northeast corner of the Menial Court.
It was far apart from the other menial disciples, and also slightly larger.
It suited him perfectly, allowing him to hide his secrets.
…
Back in his room, Lu Qingyang sat cross-legged on the earthen kang.
In his hand was the white jade slip he had obtained from the simulation.
“White qi, green foundation. Though this art is merely a Qi Refining art, in the Chaotian Sect it still requires a hundred contribution points to exchange for one.”
“To me, it can be considered precious.”
Lu Qingyang murmured in a low voice.
White qi referred to the white jade slips of Qi Refining arts, and green foundation referred to the green jade slips of Foundation Establishment arts.
In the Prison Dragon Realm, there were nine cultivation realms, corresponding to nine tiers of arts, each with its own color.
And each tier of art was divided in mastery into low, middle, high, and peak.
Ordinary cultivators could generally only cultivate an art to the low level. To comprehend it to the middle level was already rare.
Let alone the high level. As for the peak level, it was unheard of.
It was rumored that above the peak level, there was another level called ‘Dao’!
It was said that if one could cultivate an art to that level, no matter what their cultivation was, wherever they went they would receive the courtesy of an honored guest!
“Let’s first see just what art this is!”
Lu Qingyang closed his eyes and focused.
In the next moment, the aura around his body slowly rippled.
As his spiritual power surged into the white jade slip in his hand.
A tiny glimmer of light appeared on the surface of the jade slip.
Then, rune after rune of profound mystery emerged from the white jade slip and flowed toward his forehead.
“Wind-Thunder Art!”
Sensing the information coming from the jade slip, Lu Qingyang’s heart gave a slight jolt.
“Wind is the root of heaven and earth, present everywhere. Thunder is the spirit of earth-fire, the beginning of all things.”
“Cultivators use spiritual power to summon the wind. Those who cultivate it to great completion can summon thunderclouds…”
As Lu Qingyang observed the information on the jade slip, he carefully comprehended its essence.
“The power of this art is even greater than I imagined.”
After a long while, Lu Qingyang opened his eyes and nodded in satisfaction.
He did not know if it was because he had been fond of Daoist classics in his previous life.
Since coming here, every art he came into contact with was swiftly mastered and thoroughly comprehended by him.
His comprehension was terrifyingly high!
Even for the Wind-Thunder Art he had just learned, he already had a plan in mind.
“The Wind-Thunder Art is a dual-attribute art.”
“But its power surpasses any ordinary multi-attribute art.”
“Because as long as I can cultivate it to the high level, I can summon wind and thunder. Even against the fourth layer of Qi Refining, I would have a fight in me.”
Lu Qingyang muttered to himself, a faint joy rising in his heart.
“Hoo…”
Lu Qingyang exhaled a turbid breath, his gaze flickering.
“It seems the gains from simulation aren’t all garbage.”
“I just wonder what I’ll get from the next simulation.”
“Forget it, no point thinking about that now. Right now I should think of a way to raise this Wind-Thunder Art quickly.”
At this thought, Lu Qingyang steadied his heart and continued to sink his mind into carefully sensing the art recorded on the jade slip.
…
Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye it was the next day.
The morning sunlight spilled down the mountain foot, illuminating the entire Chaotian Sect.
Streaks of soaring radiance, like shooting stars, shot toward the mountain gate to meet the rising sun.
Those were the disciples of the Chaotian Sect heading out on missions.
In the Chaotian Sect, small missions were basically led by Foundation Establishment True Persons.
Yang Yu was probably on one of those flying swords right now.
“May Martial-Uncle have a safe demon-slaying trip!”
“May Martial-Uncle have a safe demon-slaying trip!”
“May…”
“…”
Shouts came from the mountain foot.
Hearing the calls, Lu Qingyang wore a faint smile and gazed out beyond the mountain gate.
This was a tradition of the Chaotian Sect.
Every morning, if someone went out to train, people within the sect would raise a call.
It signified the blessings of the sect’s disciples for their fellow disciples.
Above the spirit field, Lu Qingyang withdrew his gaze. The Wind-Thunder Art he had obtained last night, after a night of comprehension, had already shown some results.
Though it was still far from the middle level, in the early stage of Qi Refining, it was already an extremely rare thing.
“Ah… if only I could go listen to a lesson at the Arts Division.”
Lu Qingyang shook his head, somewhat regretful.
Though his comprehension was high, without a master’s guidance or experience, he was ultimately crossing the river by feeling for stones.
The Arts Division was the place in the Chaotian Sect specifically responsible for teaching arts.
It was the holy land all disciples dreamed of.
Unfortunately, to listen to a lesson at the Arts Division, one had to reach the middle stage of Qi Refining, that is, become an outer sect disciple.
The only way for menial disciples to receive instruction was like yesterday.
A True Person lecture once a year.
But in that sort of environment, all the menial disciples of the entire Chaotian Sect were crammed together.
The Foundation Establishment True Persons who came to lecture also just went through the motions.
They spoke some lofty words to encourage everyone, with no practical gain at all.
Thus, Lu Qingyang now increasingly wanted to ascend to the outer sect as soon as possible.
Right. If I have the fortune to comprehend arts and techniques during simulation, then in reality…
Thinking of this, Lu Qingyang’s eyes lit up.
He suddenly felt that his ‘Simulator’ seemingly could not only be used to dig for treasures…