Chapter 65: Senior Brothers’ And Sisters’ Shock
“Little Nine, since this Peach Fruit has gradually developed spiritual properties, why not give it a name?”
Luo Wentian suggested.
Ning Qi fell into contemplation and thought for a moment before saying:
“Since our gathering is named True Martial Peach Gathering, let’s call it True Martial Spiritual Peach.”
He really wasn’t good at coming up with names.
The congregation all laughed, seeing through Ning Qi’s laziness, but this name was pretty good too. Moreover, it was the Peach Tree that Ning Qi had planted and nurtured, so he could call it whatever name he wanted.
However, the way they looked at Ning Qi was filled with even more astonishment.
By this day.
As Ning Qi showcased more and more miraculous aspects, they had already realized that their little Junior Brother was far more formidable than they had imagined.
“Even if one day Little Junior Brother suddenly displays strength surpassing ours, it would probably be within reason.”
Once this thought arose, the True Disciples shook their heads with a wry smile, feeling that this day might still be a bit far off.
After all, Ning Qi was not yet eight years old now.
For other peers his age, they had only just stepped onto the Martial Way.
The congregation drank merrily, savoring the Peach Fruit, their moods even more relaxed. The pressure accumulated in recent days was completely released, transforming into even stronger motivation. During this time, they also discussed the upcoming Heavenly Human Ceremony, each encouraging one another not to lose face for the sect. However, they all tacitly avoided asking Ning Qi about the Condensing Gang Pill, not wanting to put too much pressure on him.
This made Ning Qi feel slightly helpless.
He had originally planned to wait for his Senior Brothers to ask proactively, then casually take it out.
Unfortunately, it didn’t go as planned.
The sky gradually darkened.
The moon rose high.
The congregation was already preparing to leave.
Ning Qi smiled and stopped them:
“Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters, please wait a moment. I’ve prepared a small gift for you all.”
A standard True Martial Sect wooden box was delivered to each person’s hand. Their eyes immediately lit up with curiosity. Ye Qinghe laughed:
“Little Nine, could it be that you saw how much Senior Sister likes eating the spiritual peaches and prepared some more for us?”
Ning Qi smiled without saying a word.
The congregation grew even more curious.
The others were still mindful of their image, but Ye Qinghe directly flipped open the lid of her wooden box.
In an instant, everyone was stunned.
Inside the wooden box.
What caught their eyes was not any spiritual peach, but rather a black pill with a crystalline luster. That familiar exotic fragrance—was it not the Condensing Gang Pill?
This time, the congregation no longer cared about restraint and hurriedly opened their own wooden boxes. One by one, the Condensing Gang Pills came into view.
“Little Nine, you… you succeeded?”
Luo Wentian’s excited voice was trembling slightly.
Excited and thrilled gazes all turned to Ning Qi. Ning Qi smiled and nodded:
“I didn’t fail the mission. It just consumed that previous Condensing Gang Pill, and the medicinal herbs from the Treasury are all used up.”
Hearing Ning Qi’s affirmative answer, the congregation burst into laughter.
“Little Nine, you are truly a prodigy!”
They suppressed the urge to cheer, but their hearts were pounding uncontrollably.
To be honest.
That day, although Ning Qi had said he had some confidence in reverse-engineering the Condensing Gang Pill formula, no one in the congregation had held much hope. After all, if it were so easy to reverse-engineer a pill formula from just one pill, the Condensing Gang Pills of the world wouldn’t be so precious.
They supported Ning Qi simply because he was their little Junior Brother.
But they never expected.
In such a short time, Ning Qi had actually succeeded. Not only did he reverse-engineer the Condensing Gang Pill formula, but he also successfully refined so many Condensing Gang Pills. Previously, when they had yielded that one Condensing Gang Pill to each other, it wasn’t because they didn’t want it—it was just that there weren’t enough.
Now it was great: one for each, plenty to go around.
“This way, Senior Disciple Brother and Second Senior Brother both have hope of breaking through to White Mist Realm before the Heavenly Human Ceremony!”
This was the first thought that came to the congregation’s minds, smiles appearing on their faces.
At that time.
Including Jiang Baishan, there would be three White Mist Realm cultivators in the sect, which would fully hold up the scene and not seem too thin.
“Huh, there’s something below this?”
At this moment, the voice of the sixth disciple Sun Chuanhai drew the congregation’s attention.
He opened the second layer of the wooden box.
A sheet of white paper and several bottles of pills immediately came into view.
Doubt appeared in the eyes of the congregation. They recognized the previous Condensing Gang Pills, but these things now were somewhat unfamiliar to them.
Gazes unanimously turned to Ning Qi.
Ning Qi felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart. All along, the sect had spared no effort to create conditions for his growth. Now, it was rare for him to give back to the sect in return, filling him with a unique sense of achievement and fulfillment.
He didn’t keep them in suspense and smiled:
“This is something I accidentally gained while reverse-engineering the Condensing Gang Pill. The jade bottles contain Sleep Dream Pills. After taking them, one can enter a special cultivation state. The white paper records the Sleep Dream Skill to be used in conjunction with the Sleep Dream Pill, allowing cultivation in dreams and faster condensation of inner strength.”
“This item is useless for Fifth Senior Brother, and the effect is smaller for Senior Disciple Brother and Second Senior Brother, but for you, Third Senior Sister and the others, it should accelerate your cultivation.”
As his words fell, silence reigned.
The congregation was dumbfounded.
The previous Condensing Gang Pills were already astonishing enough, but what had they just heard? A secret technique and matching pills to accelerate inner strength condensation!
They weren’t reclusive cultivators hidden in deep mountains with no contact with the outside world.
They naturally knew what this meant.
Moments later, the statue-like figures gradually ‘came alive.’ Luo Wentian and the others exchanged wry smiles, which eventually turned into profound astonishment:
“Little Nine… you really don’t act unless you do, and when you do, you scare people to death…”
At this moment.
Ning Qi’s figure seemed to be shrouded in some kind of radiance in their eyes.
Ning Qi smiled and yawned.
“Junior Brother is sleepy. Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters should head back early to rest too.”
With that, he turned and returned to his room.
Watching the carefree and natural Ning Qi, the congregation exchanged smiles. The layer of radiance around Ning Qi unknowingly faded, revealing clearly his usual appearance.
“No matter how much of a prodigy our little Junior Brother is, he will always be our little Junior Brother.”
…
After the brief True Martial Peach Gathering, the True Disciples threw themselves into even more diligent cultivation.
With the Sleep Dream Skill and Condensing Gang Pills from Ning Qi, the congregation became even more diligent.
Especially Ye Qinghe and the other disciples still in Inner Yuan Realm, who deeply experienced the wonder of the Sleep Dream Skill. Even in dream sleep, they could still condense inner strength—the efficiency was more than doubled.
As for Luo Wentian and Xiong Shi, these two Inner Yuan Realm Nine Stacks masters, they focused fully on adjusting their states, preparing to use the Condensing Gang Pill to break into White Mist Realm in one go.
As for Ning Qi.
His cultivation had also reached a critical moment.
The inner strength in his body had re-established connection with his physical body and was about to enter the eighth feigned death.
Once this succeeded, Ning Qi would reach Inner Yuan Realm Nine Stacks, which was Inner Yuan Realm Perfection!
After that would be the ninth feigned death.
That would be the time to promote to White Mist Realm.
However, for now, Ning Qi was somewhat expectant about what would be different when he reached Inner Yuan Realm Perfection.
“Tian Sheng, protect me.”
After giving instructions, Ning Qi entered his eighth feigned death with a thread of anticipation.
