Chapter 20: One Hundred Levels of Qi Refinement!

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Chapter 20: One Hundred Levels of Qi Refinement!

The Pure Tranquility Sutra soothed the soul, while the Yellow Court Scripture nurtured and nourished. Seven years had passed in the blink of an eye, and the divine embryo had taken shape. The greatest ability it brought was introspection—allowing him to observe the transformations of flesh, meridians, and bones, as well as the mysterious spiritual platform.

When he closed his eyes to visualize, he could see a milky-white shard hovering above his spiritual platform. This was the fragment of the Lord God's Space that Luo Feng had obtained those years ago; it hadn’t vanished, but settled within his spiritual platform. Imperceptibly, it altered Luo Feng’s meridians. That was why it had only taken Luo Feng a year to complete twelve levels of breath cultivation.

Yet, a fragment was only a fragment—without anyone to direct it, it operated instinctively, from the inside out. It improved the meridians, but did not transform the physical body. Thus, his qi refinement progressed rapidly, but his body tempering was neglected.

This resulted in the unique situation of Luo Feng, whose true qi was unparalleled, yet whose physical body was impure and whose soul was fragile.

With a thought, his divine sense touched the milky-white fragment, and a line of information flashed through his mind:

[Reincarnator: Luo Feng (??)]
[ID: ???]
[Skill: Breath Cultivation (Level 100)]
[Main Quest: None]
[Reward: None]

His divine sense stirred, and the fragment radiated a faint light—affected, but not controlled. The information changed accordingly:

[Reincarnator: Luo Feng (Lord God’s Wielder)]
[ID: 00-0]
[Skill: Ancestral Qi Breath Technique: 36/Essence, 36/Qi, 28/Spirit]
[Main Quest: None]
[Reward: None]

The information had changed, but only so much. As for the fragment’s origins, its structure, its mysteries, when the Lord God’s Space had shattered, or what other powers the fragment possessed—he knew nothing.

Retracting his divine sense, Luo Feng remained calm, as if this was expected. The spiritual platform was intimately connected to the mysterious gate; perhaps only by opening the gate and becoming a true innate master could he fully control it.

He reached out with slender fingers and picked up a letter—it was from the Shangqing Sect of Mount Mao.

Ignoring the many complaints, grievances, boasts, and exaggerations, the message could be summed up in sixteen words:

I am about to enter the inner sect; as an old friend, please come witness the ceremony.

“Old friend indeed,” Luo Feng sighed, reminiscing about days gone by.

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Time rushed by, and in a flash, it had been ten years since he arrived in this world. In those ten years, he had met many people, but only Zheng Zha could be considered a true friend.

Not only because they both came from Earth, both Reincarnators of the Lord God’s Space—kindred spirits. More importantly, in those early days, they supported each other, never abandoning one another in their weakest, most difficult times.

“After ten years of seclusion, tranquility gives rise to movement,” Luo Feng smiled faintly, finally deciding to visit his old friend.

Creak.

The bell hanging from the eaves chimed as a refined, otherworldly young girl pushed the door open, carrying a cup of tea.

Turning his head, Luo Feng chuckled, “Yuan Yuan, you’re here.”

The girl pouted, “Uncle Feng, I’m almost fifteen now—don’t call me by my childhood name!”

“And why haven’t you taken down that bell from the eaves?”

“Fine, fine, I’ll call you Luo Yuan from now on, is that better?”

Looking at the girl he had raised, Luo Feng laughed warmly, then pointed to the bell, patiently explaining, “As for the bell, I’ve told you before: caution in all things brings safety. The bell serves as a precaution, letting you know someone is coming. Sometimes, a single second determines life or death.”

Luo Yuan blinked, coaxing him gently, “Being careful is good, but you’re too cautious! Not to brag, even I can take on the top fighters of the eighteen nearby counties single-handedly.”

“There’s always someone stronger, always a higher sky,” Luo Feng said earnestly. “Fighting is just brawling; what is defeating a thousand or ten thousand men worth? In this age, modern weapons rule. Only when you move like the wind, able to evade guns and artillery, can you call yourself a master.”

Luo Yuan: (*￣︿￣)

Uncle Feng was good in every way, except he thought of every possibility, no matter how extreme.

Just the other day, when a couple of thugs came to the village, he managed to connect them to warlords commanding thousands of troops. So what if they were warlords? If you can’t defeat them openly, you can always assassinate them in secret!

Seeing Luo Yuan’s nonchalant demeanor, Luo Feng shook his head and sighed. When she was younger, she was obedient and earnest, deeply influenced by the middle way he taught. If there were five characters to write, she’d only write three; at such a young age, she already understood restraint.

Truly, children become rebellious as they grow.

“Luo Yuan, come with me,” Luo Feng decided—today, he would correct this mistaken view of hers, lest she one day fall to artillery and planes, leaving him to send his child to her grave.

“Oh,” Luo Yuan replied. Aside from her stubbornness about restraint and survival, she was an obedient girl in daily life.

Luo Feng led, Luo Yuan followed, as they climbed the mountain on foot. Both were cultivators, and soon, under the setting sun, they reached the summit.

“Yuan Yuan, what is the name of this mountain?” Luo Feng stood at the peak, pointing to a distant mountain.

Luo Yuan’s eyes sparkled as she answered without hesitation, “That is Nine Peaks Mountain.”

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Having lived here for years, Luo Yuan was intimately familiar with the terrain, mountains, rivers, and roads within a hundred miles. Luo Feng often took her out, searching for escape routes, claiming that even a cunning rabbit has three burrows—how much more so for people?

After years of this, though she had never actually needed to flee, she had become an amateur geographer.

The distant mountain was sixty miles to the west. Its nine connected summits gave it the name Nine Peaks Mountain.

“As long as you know,” Luo Feng smiled faintly, removing the hairpin from his crown.

True qi surged like a river, blood vitality roared like a flood dragon, and his divine sense pierced the void. He took a step forward—white mist billowed, and three lotus flowers the size of fists swayed in the wind.

He moved his arm with a light smile, using only a fraction of his strength. In the void, the white mist ascended, supporting the three lotuses—pure as jade, vibrant as emerald, and surrounded by violet energy.

Both the essence and qi had reached the pinnacle, only the spirit remained at the seventh grade.

Before Luo Yuan’s astonished gaze, the three energies merged and rose, spinning rapidly until they became one.

With a flick of his finger, brilliance flashed—heaven, earth, and man in harmony—a single pure white point of light shot into the distance, swift as thunder.

A deafening boom echoed as clouds of dust billowed into the sky. One of the mountain’s peaks was reduced to ashes.

Luo Yuan stood frozen, recognizing the mountain as Flame Peak, one of the nine. In the blink of an eye, it was gone without a trace.

“From now on, it’s Eight Peaks Mountain,” Luo Feng said calmly. “Remember, there’s always someone stronger, always a higher sky. Somewhere in the world, someone may be even stronger than me.”

He patted Luo Yuan’s head, smiled serenely, and walked down the mountain with his hands behind his back.

For a long while, Luo Yuan stood there in disbelief, pinched herself hard—

“Ouch!”

It really hurt!

The little girl grimaced, blowing on her hand.

…

Walking down the mountain as if in a dream, she returned to the village. There were many people hurrying by, carrying household goods with anxious expressions.

Luo Yuan quickly stopped a familiar uncle and asked curiously, “Uncle Qin, what’s going on?”

Uncle Qin replied in surprise, “Child, didn’t you hear that huge sound? The earth dragon turned over—hurry up and move your things!”

With that, he rushed off.

Luo Yuan stood there, at a loss between laughter and tears. In the end, she muttered, “Uncle Feng, are you a god?”

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