Chapter 68: Flight
Seeker’s Courtyard.
Ning Qi circulated the Great Dream Nine Deaths Strength, able to feel that his Inner Strength had reached the edge of qualitative Change. For ordinary people, the final leap of Nine Stacks Inner Strength forming Gang required expending a massive amount of energy to Metamorphosis bit by bit.
But in Ning Qi’s deduction, during his final False Death State, his body and Inner Strength would Metamorphosis on their own.
Luo Wentian visited.
He brought another batch of recently collected Medicinal Herbs, including two portions of ingredients for the Condensing Gang Pill. These had been urgently delivered from some Industries under the True Martial Sect. From now on, wanting more would really only be possible by slowly accumulating them.
This was not because Luo Wentian wanted Ning Qi to refine Pills, but because Ning Qi had actively requested it.
“Little Nine, the Pill Way is certainly good, but you must not confuse priorities or become immersed in it.”
Luo Wentian couldn’t help but remind him.
He feared that his own Junior Brother would become immersed in refining the Condensing Gang Pill afterward and neglect Martial Way Cultivation. Although he didn’t know what Realm Ning Qi was at now, Ning Qi’s future was higher than everyone else’s—this was a fact accepted by all the Disciples in their hearts.
Ning Qi smiled and nodded:
“Senior Disciple Brother, I know.”
He was just trying it out in his spare time, wanting to see if he could deduce a Pill Formula that could be used to accelerate Gang Yuan Realm Cultivation.
Gang Yuan Realm Cultivation was a matter of steady, grinding effort. Even for a prodigy like the Dragon Mountain Daoist, it took a decade or more to break through one Realm. The Myriad Manifestations True Gang that Ning Qi had created himself was powerful, but it was more embodied in ‘encompassing all things.’
“As long as you have it clear in your mind, don’t blame Senior Disciple Brother for being nagging.”
Luo Wentian smiled and stood up. He also knew that Ning Qi hadn’t needed others to worry about him since he was young, but he still couldn’t help saying more. This was instinctive care.
“Then I’ll go first. Master is probably about to come out of Closed-door Cultivation. I need to have everything prepared before he, the Old Senior, emerges.”
Ning Qi said:
“I’m just about to enter Closed-door Cultivation for a period of time. If Master comes out, please have Senior Disciple Brother inform Master that I cannot come to greet him.”
Luo Wentian waved his hand and departed into the distance.
Ning Qi looked at those stalks of Medicinal Herbs and smiled knowingly.
He introspected his body.
Spiritual Insight arose suddenly.
His Inner Strength and body had fully established a connection.
It was now deep autumn, with cold winds whistling, but they could not dispel the joy in Ning Qi’s heart.
“Tian Sheng, don’t go out during this time.”
After instructing him, Ning Qi strode into the room.
He took a deep breath, feeling a slight excitement. Although he had already gone through eight Feigned Deaths in a row, this final one was relatively crucial. Nine Stacks Inner Strength forming Gang was a qualitative Metamorphosis.
Adjusting his state, Ning Qi gradually entered a state of no thoughts.
He fell into the State of Silence, his entire person as if sunk into Chaos Space.
……
Thump!
Thump!
Thump!
His body pulsed, Life Essence surging out from the depths, carrying a rhythmic sound that only Ning Qi himself could hear.
Inner Strength combined with Life Essence, beginning to produce inexplicable Changes.
Above the boundless and silent Dantian Space.
The first strand of Aura like White Mist appeared.
Then, strand by strand, like fine rain falling straight down, permeating the entire Space.
Time slowly passed.
The White Mist gathered more and more, vast and boundless, like hazy fog.
Until a certain moment.
Vaguely, a hum resounded.
Ning Qi opened his eyes, feeling as if a lifetime had passed. Even though he was already familiar with Feigned Death, the duration of this slumber far exceeded his expectations.
“One month’s time.”
He was somewhat amazed.
He had originally thought this final Feigned Death would take about the same time as the last one, but he had underestimated the vastness of his Inner Strength and the strength of his body. The newborn Gang Qi in the form of White Mist gathered together, like a pond or rain, vast to an inconceivable degree.
This also took a lot of time to Metamorphosis.
Fortunately, everything was worth it.
Ning Qi had once heard several Senior Brothers describe the situation in their bodies.
They were far inferior to his own.
“This is the Gang Qi Realm? Indeed powerful.”
Ning Qi sighed with emotion. With a thought, Gang Qi immediately danced at his fingertip. This was a Power that previous Inner Strength could not compare to at all.
“White Mist, Jade Liquid, and Core Elixir are actually the three forms of Gang Qi.”
“Gang Yuan Realm Cultivation involves constantly Tempering Gang Qi, fusing it with Life Essence, from the initial gaseous White Mist to ultimately achieving the solid Core Elixir. At that time, one can attempt ‘merging spirit with Heaven and Earth,’ ‘Unity of Heaven and Man,’ thereby reaching the Heavenly Human Realm.”
Gang Yuan Realm Cultivation held no secrets for Ning Qi.
He had even already created the Gang Yuan Realm Cultivation Method, Myriad Manifestations True Gang.
He could feel that his current state was unprecedentedly good. His thoughts turned nimbly, with Spiritual Insights constantly rising. This was due to a major elevation in his life essence, pulling up the upper limit of his Comprehension once again. Ordinary Gang Yuan Realm cultivators could live four hundred years, but Ning Qi’s Lifespan was probably even more exaggerated.
He guessed his Lifespan might already approach the Heavenly Human Realm.
However.
Ning Qi’s greatest feeling now was…
He was very strong.
He now had some trouble gauging his own Strength.
The vast Gang Qi in his body surged with powerful Power, making him feel he could easily instantly kill his previous self.
“Perhaps… I can try flying.”
A trace of excitement and anticipation surged in Ning Qi’s heart.
Ordinary Martial Artists could barely fly upon reaching the Core Elixir Realm, but Ning Qi’s Gang Yuan was overly vast, and its quality was high, so perhaps he could do it too.
He restrained that impulse and walked out the door.
The White Ape had been waiting respectfully for a long time. There was reverence in his eyes. After awakening the Illusion-Breaking Spirit Eye, his Perception was extremely keen. The terrifying Sense of Oppression that had flashed by before let him know just how formidable his seemingly ordinary Teacher was.
“Has Master come out of seclusion?”
Ning Qi asked.
The White Ape bowed respectfully:
“The True Person has not yet come out of seclusion.”
Ning Qi had not formally taken him as a Disciple yet, so the White Ape did not dare call the Dragon Mountain Daoist his Grandmaster.
Ning Qi was slightly surprised.
He had originally thought that after his one month of Feigned Death, Master would have long come out, but unexpectedly he hadn’t.
“It seems Master’s harvest this time is huge.”
He sighed with emotion. Generally speaking, the longer the time spent digesting insights after just breaking through to the Heavenly Human Realm, the greater the harvest. Perhaps the previous battle with the Wang Family Old Ancestor had given the Dragon Mountain Daoist some enlightenment.
“Once Master comes out of seclusion, I can exchange with him about the Unity of Heaven and Man Secret Technique, see if it can help him, and conveniently have Master make a move so I can sense Heaven and Earth Power.”
Ning Qi thought to himself.
Night fell.
Ning Qi silently left True Martial Mountain. His speed was extremely fast, like a ghost.
Sensing no one around, anticipation rose in Ning Qi’s eyes.
The next moment.
Vast White Mist Gang Qi surged in his body, and Ning Qi’s figure slowly rose from the ground.
At first it was somewhat unsteady, but after getting familiar, it became quite stable, coming and going like the wind.
He stood high in the sky, involuntarily spreading his arms and closing his eyes to feel the night wind brushing over him.
In his previous life, he had lain paralyzed in bed; in this life, he could already soar in the high sky.
Ning Qi’s chest surged uncontrollably with wild freedom and exhilaration.
And this was only a beginning.
He would cherish this hard-won opportunity and go even further.
