Chapter 14: A New Beginning

  With doubts and discontent in his heart, Yang Fan once again entered the Xianhong space.

  This time, he appeared immediately in the warehouse, surrounded by some of his favorite things.

  As he stepped out of the warehouse and onto the green earth, Yang Fan inexplicably felt a sense of emotion that was hard to put into words.

  The entire space was silent and still, with a deathly aura emanating from the barren black soil, like a tidal wave rushing towards him.

  Yang Fan's mind was shocked, and for the first time he felt so isolated.

  Even after his defeat, he was subjected to all kinds of insults and ridicule in Yangjia Village, almost ostracized by everyone. In this situation, he still kept a clear mind.

  But at this moment, he stepped on the green land like a bullet, surrounded by desolation and deathly silence, yet he inexplicably felt an unprecedented sense of loneliness and helplessness.

  In the green land, a gentle stream flowed into his body, instantly putting him in that peculiar state where he seemed to blend into the surroundings and control everything.

  A patch of green land, yet able to stand guard over a piece of serenity and lushness in this boundless and endless land of death.

  It's like an oasis in the endless desert, letting countless lost people see hope, and tears of joy well up in their eyes.

  In an instant, the sense of isolation and helplessness in Yang Fan's heart vanished without a trace.

  If I were born as a tree, I would flourish with joy and prosperity; if I were born as a humble grass, I would sway gently in the green breeze.

  At this moment, Yang Fan suddenly realized the tenacity and unyielding of life.

  Wow!

  After a long while, he let out a mouthful of turbid air.

  It was just this one epiphany that made him feel his soul realm had ascended to a higher level.

  The power of the soul suddenly leaped to the original Great Perfection Realm of Refining Qi.

  This speed made Yang Fan feel terrified.

  In a short time, no more than the time it takes to make a cup of tea, he achieved goals that ordinary people can hardly achieve in ten or twenty years.

  His soul power reached the Great Perfection of Refining Qi, and his magical attainments were such that if he wanted to cultivate to the Great Perfection of Refining Qi, it would be a matter of course, requiring only bitter practice in reality.

  "Congratulations, master."

  The little dog beside the thatched cottage is barking happily.

  Yang Fanshu stretched his body and only then discovered the infinite subtleties of "Xianhong Jue", which can be called a rare skill for all eternity.

  However, if he were to call it a reversal of heaven, Yang Fan still felt that it was somewhat insufficient.

  This achievement seems to be mainly based on the study of medical Taoism, while other thousands of skills and all kinds of magical powers have become secondary.

  What's even more detestable is the kind of selfless and fearless spirit of "loving all living things without distinction" advocated by Sheng Lian.

  This was really hard for Yang Fan to accept.

  In today's cultivation world, most cultivators are selfish and self-serving, fighting for treasures, spiritual elixirs, and various benefits, even at the cost of their lives.

  "Little dog, is 'Xianhong Jue' the heavenly-defying technique you were talking about?"

  Yang Fan asked calmly.

  He was just skeptical and not dissatisfied with the power of Xianhong Jue.

  Xianhong Jue is a set of skills that can truly achieve immortality and reach the other shore!

  Just this point, Yang Fan was completely satisfied.

  "That's right, don't you have any doubts?"

  Puppy Road.

  "If I'm not mistaken, this set of skills is based on the study of medical Taoism, with the ultimate idea of selfless dedication to universal love."

  Yang Fan's face showed a hint of puzzlement.

  "I've never cultivated the 'Xian Hong Jue', as a reverse heavenly cultivation method, it's the only one in the world and there's only one person who cultivates it. However, I still know some information about it."

  The little dog's face showed a hint of nostalgia, and it spoke hesitantly: "It's not some kind of medical technique or martial art, but I've heard... that it's a set of non-combat, heaven-defying techniques."

  Non-combat?

  Yang Fan was taken aback and then said in a rather speechless tone: "Non-combat type, isn't that just an auxiliary skill?"

  "This one, perhaps, probably, maybe, possibly..."

  The puppy dodged its way through.

  "But don't worry, even if it's an auxiliary technique, it's still against the heavens. At least it can make you roam freely among your peers. As they say, existence is reason." The little dog smiled slyly.

  Yang Fan fell silent for a long time before asking, "Then can I cultivate other techniques at the same time? For example, some techniques with great divine powers."

  "In theory, it should be possible..." The little dog said uncertainly.

  "Alright, I guess I've got the wrong person."

  Yang Fan shrugged and let it go.

  Whether it's a combat skill or an auxiliary skill, as long as it can bring strength to oneself and the opportunity to live forever, that is the best skill.

  As for that selfless devotion and universal love nonsense, let it go to hell.

  In the chapter of "Pangmen Zuodao", there are so many magical techniques and divine powers, Yang Fan is really looking forward to it.

  Before leaving, Yang Fan took a glance at the five-hundred-year-old white jade ginseng buried in the green earth.

  At this moment, the white jade ginseng has recovered a bit of vitality, and the green light spots are flowing continuously on its surface.

  "Hmm, great, this ginseng has fully revived and it won't be long before it becomes a precious 500-year-old white jade ginseng."

  Thinking of this, Yang Fan's heart was secretly delighted, and he had earned a treasure worth several hundred spirit stones without spending a single one.

  Looking at this green land, Yang Fan's eyes lit up, this is a golden finger for getting rich!

  "Huh? I feel like the scope of this green land has expanded slightly?"

  Yang Fan suddenly let out a soft "hmm" and looked down at the green earth beneath his feet.

  Is it an illusion?

  Yang Fan's divine consciousness flashed for a moment, and his feeling increased a bit, but he didn't feel much change.

  "Weird..."

  Yang Fan thought it was just his own illusion, so after thinking for a moment, he returned to the warehouse.

  Then, his figure disappeared in the Xianhong space.

  The little dog gazed at Yang Fan's receding back, muttering to himself: "My master is really stupid... Ah, I forgot... Can't speak ill of him, or he'll find out later..."

  This little dog also had a remorseful expression on its face.

  ……

  Beside the bonfire, Yang Fan once again surveyed the quiet forest around him, and in his heart, a vibrant green intention sprouted.

  "There's still half the night left, might as well cultivate now."

  Yang Fan sat cross-legged again and began to comprehend the content of "The Broken Volume: Refining Qi Chapter".

  A string of obscure and unnamable incantations and symbols swirled in his mind.

  Logically speaking, the contents of this Qi-refining chapter are extremely abstruse and profound, far surpassing ordinary techniques by more than tenfold. However, Yang Fan was able to enlighten himself to its profundity amidst his dazed state.

  And besides, this esoteric meaning, even if he understood it, cannot be expressed in language.

  Perhaps it was because Yang Fan's soul power had reached the realm of refining Qi Da Yuan Man, and in just half a night, he produced a sensation.

  Qigong is a threshold that practitioners must pass through when entering the stage of refining Qi.

  A cool and refreshing greenness flowed through his body, intangible, formless, colorless, and tasteless.

  What kind of power is this that even Yang Fan himself can only vaguely touch, and outsiders may not be able to feel at all.

  At this moment, in the eyes of outsiders, Yang Fan's body was still empty and devoid of any aura.

  However, Yang Fan truly felt that he had already touched the edge of the Refining Qi stage.

  On the second day, the morning dew dropped onto his forehead.

  Yang Fan sat on the ground like a withered tree, the bonfire beside him had long been extinguished. He was calm and serene, immersed in an atmosphere that was difficult to describe. Within a radius of twenty zhang, every breath, every ant, every dry leaf, everything was closely connected to his senses.

  Feeling the coolness on his forehead, Yang Fan opened his eyes.

  In the moment he opened his eyes, a warm and gentle green light seemed to flash by, and his temperament also underwent a significant change.

  At this moment, anyone who sees him for the first time will have a feeling of closeness and kindness.

  However, if an ordinary Qi Refining cultivator were to look at him, his body would still be empty and devoid of any spiritual energy.

  Standing beside the extinguished bonfire, Yang Fan had a faint smile on his face, and with a slight lift of his hand, a flame burst forth, and a fireball shot out, hitting a lush green tree.

  Boom!

  The flame burned on the tree for a moment, and due to the morning forest's humid air, it did not spread, leaving behind a scorched mark.

  "Hehe..."

  Yang Fan's face had a hint of a smile on it.

  The night before, he lost all his magical powers.

  However, after a night had passed, he successfully cast "Rebirth", his first spell.

  Fireball technique is just the lowest level of magic.

  For Yang Fan, however, it was a new beginning.

  (Chapter 2 is here, don't miss a single vote.)