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Blades of ice stabbed into his body; the cold sweat slowly running down his head was soon frozen. Lin Xuan was trying to cultivate while enduring an unbearable level of suffering, unimaginable to ordinary people.
A white light flew across the sky, it was Spiritual Qi. But under normal circumstances, it cannot be seen, only high-level cultivators were able to feel it, and only when the Spiritual Qi becomes purified to a certain extent does it become visible.
Since Lin Xuan could see the Spiritual Qi, it has become much easier to absorb. At such high purity, it was also much easier to refine. The only problem was that he has to endure the pain of being stabbed by stakes of ice over and over again.
One after another, strands of Spiritual Qi were drawn into his body. Through the meridian in his heart, into his Dantian, and finally gathering into the cluster of Spiritual Qi in the center of his Dantian.
The next step was refining.
Lin Xuan saw that the constantly rotating cluster of Spiritual Qi getting smaller, but the color was getting purer, finally turning into Spiritual Power, and gathering in his Dantian.
Lin Xuan’s endurance hit its limit again. He quickly ran out of the range of the illusion. As soon as he escaped the range, he fell to the ground, short of breath and unable to move even a single finger.
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This cycle was a process that repeated itself for several hours until it gets dark, and Lin Xuan was mentally exhausted.
“I have just heard, there is a disciple with no Spiritual Roots cultivating in the inner area.”
“Yes, I heard that Senior Ma personally saw him.”
“Well, he has the will, however, the average person will always be doomed to fail as a cultivator, trash will always be trash.”
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On the way back, Lin Xuan occasionally heard similar conversations. Although they also saw him, those disciples ignored him and continued to look down on him.
Lin Xuan frowned but did not get angry, because it won’t help. In the cultivating world, respect was only for the strong. Being mad would just be a waste of energy, so he simply returned to his rest before continuing to cultivate.
Back home, Lin Xuan opened the drawer and took out the book filled with cultivation techniques.
Telekinesis, using spiritual power to take control of a Spirit Tool, was the most basic spell of a cultivator, but also the most important spell. But of course, it was impossible for Lin Xuan to practice this yet, but he could try.
In his mind, Lin Xuan focused his spiritual power, attached it to the object, and willed it to move.
All afternoon, Lin Xuan practiced over and over again. He had tried in the past and failed, but after cultivating in the inner area for so many days, his spiritual power has increased, therefore he was trying again.
In a blink of an eye, a few hours passed. Staring at the cup in front of him, Lin Xuan started to lose his focus. With sore eyes and a confused heart, he decided to rest for a while, and then continue.
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Hard work would always pay off. Suddenly, the cup moved.
Although it was a small movement, it did indeed move. After that, Lin Xuan did not stop pushing his spiritual power, he just continued to practice until it was very late, only then did he rest.
The next day, Lin Xuan headed toward the inner area again.
Dense fog, heavy with a ghostly aura, this time the illusion was the Netherworld. Numerous vicious ghosts suddenly rushed at Lin Xuan, who he tried to turn a blind eye toward.
This place has even more Spiritual Qi than the previous areas, and as Lin Xuan continued to go deeper each time, his mental endurance also increased, as does his stamina.
The first time Lin Xuan was only able to spend a few minutes in the terrible illusions, and now even though he was going deeper and deeper and the illusions were becoming more powerful, he could endure for an hour.
The ghosts, as well as all kinds of terrifying scenes, flashed across his mind. Waves after waves of negative energies impact upon his body, but Lin Xuan clenched his teeth and bore the pain, trying to endure more spirit power.
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Leaving the range of the illusions, Lin Xuan sat cross-legged on the ground and began his perfect cycle.
From the Dantian, through the meridians in the heart, then back to the Dantian again, Lin Xuan did this cycle a total of nine times. Even though this cycle lead to slow growth, it also laid a great burden on the body. Most disciples only do three cycles, Lin Xuan, however, forced himself to do nine.
It was close to the limits of the human body. The first three were good, the fourth and fifth times were causing his spiritual passages to leak and bulge, the seventh and eighth felt like a knife cutting through his body, and the ninth caused a hellish pain, bringing about big drops of sweat to run down his forehead. After several hours of him uncontrollably trembling with the pain, he managed to stubbornly finish, finally achieving his goal.
Finally finishing his perfect cycle, Lin Xuan once again went into the illusion.
Like that, he started once again. Lin Xuan cultivated in the inner area, enduring a level of pain that even Foundation Establishment experts have to look up to, purely with his willpower.
Lin Xuan sat cross-legged in a meditative pose. Inside his Dantian, there was a pale blue ball constantly spinning around. This was the collection of spiritual power Lin Xuan has cultivated thus far.
A thread of Spiritual Qi was constantly being injected into the ball, and during this past month, Lin Xuan felt that his cultivation base has increased considerably, almost to the second layer of the Spirit Condensation Stage.
To cultivators, with every increase of a realm, the spiritual power will transform. and Lin Xuan was now at the most crucial stage.
Almost there!
Expanding his Spiritual Sense into his Dantian, Lin Xuan searched for even the tiniest remnants of Spiritual Qi to inject into the sphere. He felt like a sponge being squeezed dry, and finally found a drop of Spiritual Qi which he injected into the ball
Snap!…
The spiritual power ball suddenly began to change, with lightning appearing on the surface and the aura beginning to overflow, the sphere was about to collapse.
Lin Xuan did not give up and held on for as long as possible. But finally reaching his limit, with the sound of breaking glass, the blue ball burst. Spiritual power poured out, changing into hair-thin threads of Spiritual Qi, and spreading out into his Dantian.
Translated by: James1kd2
Edited by: UnderTheMoon