Chapter Eighteen: Visiting Master Yunshan

  After one battle at the Fighting Stage, Wang Qian thoroughly made a name for himself in Qing Yun Men.

  It was initially spread among the outer door disciples, and gradually some of the inner door disciples who had seen Wang Qian take action also began to discuss it, and soon all the inner door disciples heard about Wang Qian's name.

  Even some of the core disciples are very interested in this battle, where a later-stage cultivator challenges an earlier-stage one across a major boundary, which is rarely seen even within the Qingyun Sect.

  For some talented and gifted disciples, skipping levels to challenge others was not a problem. For example, they could defeat someone in the Early Heaven Realm with their own strength at the Early Heaven Initial Stage, or defeat someone in the Great Circle of Foundation Building at the Foundation Building Initial Stage. Although these feats were enough to cause a stir, they were just struggles within one's own realm. However, Wang Qian and Zhang Long's battle was completely different. As an outer sect disciple with a Post-Heaven cultivation base, he could severely injure Zhang Long, an inner sect disciple at the Mid-Heaven Realm. If he had the intention to kill, Zhang Long would be powerless to resist his overwhelming attack. This concept was utterly inconceivable.

  As a result, a big discussion was stirred up in the Qingyun Gate, and many disciples were constantly digging up information about Wang Qian, wanting to find out what kind of divine technique he had cultivated.

  As for these, Wang Qian was completely unaware. Even if he knew, he wouldn't care. For him, the later stages of the mortal realm were simply too lowly. This period as an outer sect disciple was originally his planned dormant period.

  At this moment, he is stepping onto a spiritual peak with Zhou Qing and Yunluo. The dense spiritual energy has almost become substantial, the fog is churning, the grass and trees are lush, and the spiritual beasts are frolicking, presenting a scene of an immortal's paradise.

  This peak is Yunlu's father, Yunshan Elder's spiritual peak. The Qingyun mountain range stretches for thousands of miles, and each elder can have a spiritual peak to their own. As a great practitioner in the Yuan Tai realm, Yunshan Elder naturally has his own spiritual peak.

  This time it was Yun Shan's elder who had summoned him for a meeting.

  Wang Qian wasn't quite clear what the Yunshan Elder meant, but he had a rough idea. So he walked along without any tension, not looking like someone about to meet an elder at the Yuanying boundary. It was as if he had returned to his own backyard, strolling along and taking in the scenery of the spiritual peak.

  "What kind of boundary is the yuan fetal boundary? I don't know now, but looking at this spiritual peak, although it's elegant and spiritual, its energy is obscure, and its killing intent is hidden, obviously the formation within is not trivial."

  As he walked, he was thinking about some things related to his cultivation in his heart.

  Standing in front of the ancient stone cave, Wang Gan's expression couldn't help but be shocked. In his opinion, Yunshan Changlao, as a senior member of the sect, was also a powerful master, a rare and exceptional expert. But this dwelling place, not to mention the heavenly palace, didn't even have a decent temple, it could be said that the simplicity of the Great Way had reached its extreme.

  After being shocked, he came to his senses, but was deeply respectful. Every cultivator who could form a primordial fetus was a legendary epic, with their own extraordinary aspects, and their own unique insights into the Tao. Otherwise, they wouldn't have achieved such greatness.

  "Not bad, not bad, you're indeed calm and composed. On this Cloud Spirit Peak of mine, you've shown such a performance, truly a born cultivator."

  A clear and elegant voice came, interrupting Wang Qian's thoughts. He looked up to see a middle-aged Taoist standing not far in front of him, with Zhou Qing standing respectfully by his side, showing the utmost respect for his master.

  As for Yunluo, this little girl was no longer the lively and playful spirit of her former self, but instead had a clever and obedient appearance, which made Wang Qian laugh in his heart.

  "Have seen Yunshan Elder."

  Although he was facing a Yuan-level cultivator, Wang Qian did not show excessive courtesy, but instead paid his respects lightly and then said no more.

  Yun Shan saw Wang Qian like this, and was even more satisfied in his heart.

  Turning around to look at Zhou Qing's expression, her eyebrows furrowed.

  "Ah, Qing Er, respecting teachers and valuing the Tao, it comes from the heart, not from formalities. For those cultivating the Tao, why do they need so many complicated rituals?"

  Zhou Qing responded with a sound, but there was still no change, Wang Qian took one look and knew that he was naturally like this, and didn't know how many times he had been told by Yun Shan elder.

  In a simple stone cave, Yunshan sat cross-legged.

  Wang Qian and others also sat down under him, waiting for inquiry.

  "Wang Qian, Qing Er said, you initially chose the Nine Turns Refining Body Technique this set of skills?"

  Wang Qian whispered and came over.

  "Not bad, this kung fu is most suitable for me, and the first turn is almost completed."

  Yun Shan's expression changed drastically as he listened, his eyes bursting with a piercing light that shone directly on Wang Qian.

  Under the traction of the air machine, Wang Gan's entire body was surging with a cyan-colored aura. With a loud crash, his cyan robe shattered into nothingness once again, revealing his lean and muscular upper body, exuding an ancient and savage aura that blocked the gaze of Yunshan Elder.

  The mountains in his heart shook, and his face changed color.

  "As expected, it's indeed the Nine Turns Body Refining Technique. I've also cultivated this technique in the past, but unfortunately, my innate talent was insufficient and the opportunity didn't arise. Alas, alas!"

  He let out a long sigh, and for an instant, his eyes seemed to glaze over as if lost in thought, but then quickly cleared up again.

  "I want to take you as my apprentice, but I don't know if you are willing?"

  Wang Gan's heart moved slightly, and he thought of many things. However, at this moment, it was not the time to hesitate. A master from the Yuan Tai realm was still very important to him now.

  "The master is above, and the apprentice offers one bow!"

  After bowing respectfully, it also means that Wang Qian has become a disciple of Yunling Peak. At the same time, he is no longer an outer door disciple of Qingyun Gate, but automatically becomes an inner door disciple. The restriction of achieving the Xiantian realm in three years also ceases to exist.

  And as a disciple of the elder, he also has many benefits, which are much better than those of ordinary inner disciples.

  Yun Shan, Wang Qian had a good understanding of his temperament. He was naturally calm and didn't care about some superficial etiquette. As a person, he was like his cave dwelling - simple and unadorned, with only one stone room.

  Next, Wang Gan changed his identity token and received some necessary items for the inner door disciples, and officially became a disciple of Yunling Peak's elder.

  In Yunling Peak, including Wang Qian, there are only three disciples in total. Yunshan is different from other elders and rarely accepts apprentices. In the past hundred years, there have been only two people, Zhou Qing and Wang Qian. As for Yunluo, she is his daughter and doesn't count.

  From the outer disciple's mountain peak, after moving to Yunling Peak, Wang Qian's cultivation time suddenly became abundant.

  As an inner disciple, there are not many chores to do. If you want to cultivate resources, such as spiritual stones and elixirs, you can only accept tasks from the Hundred Affairs Hall and exchange them for sect contributions.

  As for Wang Qian, he didn't care about things like magic treasures. All of his cultivation was focused on his physical body, and as for spiritual elixirs and stones, the demand wasn't very high either.

  Because although he is a postnatal realm cultivator, his soul realm has already reached the late stage of foundation building. His powerful and majestic soul power allows him to unrestrainedly absorb and expel the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for cultivation, which is not much different from absorbing dan medicine and spirit stones.

  "Finally can cultivate in peace!"

  Standing in front of the cave he had excavated, Wang Qian let out a long sigh, his powerful breath stirring up the mountain wind, whistling like thunder. This was a testament to the strength of his internal organs, as one breath from him was far more potent than that of cultivators of the same level.

  At this time, his Nine Turns of Refining the Body Technique had already reached the last step of the first turn, the level of refining the marrow and changing the blood. This step was extremely meticulous, not allowing for even a slight mistake. For the physical body, the bone marrow is the most important thing, it is the source of all power. Only by cultivating the bone marrow, expelling the stale blood, and creating new blood can one return to the primordial state, blending with the void.

  Time flies quickly.

  Arriving at Lingyun Peak for the first month, Wang Qian absorbed spiritual energy every day, washing and refining his bones. The endless supply of pure blood was constantly being produced, and now his blood had become different from that of ordinary people. It was no longer a bright red color, but rather a golden light radiating from within the red blood, presenting an overall golden-red hue, thick like lead mercury. After one month, half of the blood in his body had already been replaced.

  After becoming an inner disciple, he could have gone to the Transmission Hall again to find a method to cultivate, but he was no longer interested in other methods. The Nine Turns Body Refining Technique was the ultimate proof of the Taoist method, and as long as he persisted in cultivating it, it would not be weaker than any divine technique or precious canon.

  Ten days, twenty days, one month, two months...

  Every day, in front of an ordinary stone cave on Lingyun Peak, there are countless thunderbolts that never end, which is Wang Qian constantly absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, tempering his bones, and washing away his old blood.

  The more it is after the first turn, the more difficult the cultivation becomes.

  This is the most important step in returning to one's innate nature, and not a single detail can be neglected. Wang Qian concentrated all his attention inwardly, and every day he cultivated himself, constantly observing every subtle change within his body.

  Afterwards, he could no longer recall the passage of days and months, nor count the years that had gone by. All he did was focus his entire being every day, absorbing the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

  It turned out to be extremely tired.

  Every time he refines a drop of new blood, it costs him his heart and soul. With the spiritual power of his late-stage foundation-building period, he cannot withstand such a huge consumption.

  Every eight hours, his spirit would be consumed, and he had to stop cultivating, meditating to recover the loss of his soul.

  Day after day, year after year.

  Outside the cave where Wang Qian was, it had long been a lush growth of grass and trees, with countless mosses, but inside the stone cave where he was, there was still a silence, as if a dead zone.

  "Hum! It's been two years already, and this Wang Qian is really detestable. He didn't even bother to see me, his own master's sister, what an outrage!"

  Outside the stone cave, a girl in a water-green dress, with skin as white as jade and a clear and elegant spirit, but with a cunning glint in her eyes from time to time. Now she is pouting, fiercely kicking at the gravel underfoot, staring at the stone cave covered with dense green moss in front of her, her eyes gleaming with a fierce light as if about to spit out fire.

  Yunluo didn't know how many times he had come to the entrance of Wang Qian's cave, but every time he came over, it was desolate and uninhabited, and even the birds and beasts in the mountains didn't dare to enter this area of several miles.

  She naturally didn't know that Wang Qian had cultivated the Nine Turns Body Refining Technique, specializing in refining his physical body. His aura was even more divine than a divine beast. How could these mountain and wild spirits dare to approach the entrance of his cultivation cave? The oppressive aura had long since scared away all the birds and beasts around him.

  "Sister, has your junior brother/sister not left the pass yet?"

  Zhou Qing wore a green cheongsam and stood behind Yunlu, she didn't know when he had arrived.

  His eyes were as fleeting as clouds and smoke, gazing at the simple stone cave in front of him, feeling very emotional. As for Wang Qian, he was thoroughly convinced that this person could be described as a cultivation madman.

  It has been more than two years since he entered Yunling Peak to cultivate, and he hasn't left the stone cave once. As a result, both the inner and outer disciples of Qingyun Gate have already forgotten the strong man who appeared on the Douzhan stage at that time.

  At the end of the year, he didn't show up for the grand comparison, not even a record of him doing his tasks was found in the Bai Shi Hall. Zhou Qing couldn't help but suspect that Wang Qian, who wasn't very old, could actually endure such loneliness, not taking a single step out of his door for two years. If it weren't for Master Yun Shan saying he was still in closed-door meditation, Zhou Qing would have suspected that this person had already become a corpse in the cave.