On the path to immortality, I can see destiny.

Chapter 131 Gift of Elixir

Zhao Fan sat cross-legged on the wooden bed, holding the metal-attribute cultivation manual in his hand, the cover of which read "Mysterious Metal Technique".

This is one of the most common techniques during the Qi Refining stage. It's readily available in markets and street stalls and isn't particularly special, but its advantage lies in its reliability and lack of error.

He opened the cover, silently read the first chapter, the method of guiding qi into the body, several times, closed his eyes, and began to try it.

After dissipating his energy, his body felt completely empty, with not a trace of spiritual power in his dantian.

The feeling was strange, like a container full of water suddenly being emptied, leaving you feeling light and powerless.

Zhao Fan took a deep breath and guided the external spiritual energy into his body according to the operating path of the "Mysterious Gold Technique".

The spiritual energy seeps in through the pores and flows slowly along the meridians.

Without the stinging pain that pierced through the sea of ​​consciousness that the Heavenly Origin Technique once caused, cultivation became unusually calm, even somewhat unsettling.

The spiritual energy circulated through the meridians and finally converged into the dantian, transforming into a thin golden vortex.

However, compared to the Heavenly Origin Technique, its cultivation speed is much slower.

All of this made Zhao Fan very uncomfortable.

At this point, the presence of spiritual energy in the dantian signifies reaching the first level of Qi Refining.

The threshold for the first level of Qi cultivation is very low; as long as one can guide Qi into the body, it counts.

He looked inward at his dantian, where a wisp of golden energy was quietly rotating, faint yet stable.

He recalled that when he first tried to guide Qi into his body, it took him two whole months to even get a basic understanding.

Now, it only takes one night.

It's not because his talent improved, but because he had walked this path before.

The meridians are open, the dantian has been expanded, and the bottleneck has been broken.

Therefore, he doesn't need to reopen his meridians or expand his dantian; he only needs to fill it up again.

Zhao Fan let out a long breath, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

Retraining is much easier than the first time. First, you have training experience, so you know exactly how to proceed step by step and won't take any detours.

Secondly, the meridians and dantian are still at the foundation of the seventh level of Qi Refining. There is no upper limit to the daily absorption of spiritual energy through meditation, and there is no need to worry about bottlenecks.

He had already broken through the bottleneck below the seventh level of Qi Refining once. As long as he accumulated enough spiritual energy, his cultivation level would naturally increase.

But this also means that he needs a lot of spiritual energy.

Zhao Fan calculated the time. The old man gave him half a year. In half a year, he could go from the first level of Qi Refining to the fourth level of Qi Refining. With his current conditions, it wouldn't be difficult.

But the prerequisite is that he has enough spirit stones and pills. He has spirit stones, but not many. The ones he had saved up in the Su family, plus the few that the sect distributes every month, are barely enough.

The pills were a problem; he had used up all the pills he had saved before his cultivation dissipated, and he didn't have a single bottle on him.

He didn't rush to think about these things; he focused on doing the task at hand first.

From that day on, Zhao Fan's days became unusually busy.

Every day before dawn, I would get up and go to the spirit field to take care of the spirit herbs.

It takes a whole morning to walk around the hundreds of acres of spiritual fields.

We returned to the cabin at noon, ate a simple meal, and then began to condense the seed of divine consciousness.

Having learned from his first experience, he was much faster this time. He no longer needed to repeatedly explore how to outline the Concentration Seal; he only needed to follow the steps systematically.

However, the compression of divine consciousness still requires time.

Evenings are for cultivation.

Days passed by like this.

A month later, Zhao Fan's cultivation level returned to the second level of Qi Refining.

The golden vortex in his dantian was larger than before, and the spiritual energy flowed more smoothly.

At the same time, the seed of divine consciousness was also successfully re-formed.

Zhao Fan breathed a sigh of relief, but a new problem arose.

His resources are almost gone.

He had no more pills left, and after consuming a large amount of spirit stones, he had less than a hundred spirit stones left.

Although the sect provides cultivation resources every month, it only amounts to a few spirit stones and a few bottles of low-grade pills, which is far from enough for him at present.

The key issue is that he doesn't dare to claim it yet.

To collect resources, one must go to the Internal Affairs Hall, present a jade token, and register. He currently only has the cultivation level of the second stage of Qi Refining. Once others find out and the news gets out, Danfeng may not be able to keep him.

There is a minimum cultivation requirement for outer disciples: the second level of Qi Refining. Otherwise, they probably wouldn't even be able to do menial tasks.

Zhao Fan hesitated for several days before deciding to ask the old man when he came to collect the spiritual herbs.

A few days later, the old man arrived. He walked along the ridge of the field with his hands behind his back, his steps leisurely.

Zhao Fan had already sorted out the medicinal herbs for the month, put them in a storage bag, and handed them over with both hands.

The old man took it, scanned it with his divine sense, and nodded.

"The harvest this month is good."

He said his tone was much gentler than before.

"Is your injury feeling better?"

"Thank you for your concern, senior. I'm all better now."

Zhao Fan hesitated for a moment, but still spoke.

"Senior, I have a question I would like to ask you."

The old man glanced at him.

"explain."

Zhao Fan explained his predicament: his cultivation level was too low to dare to claim resources, he was almost out of spirit stones, and he had no pills left.

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and waited for the old man's response.

The old man remained silent for a moment, then took out a jade bottle from his sleeve and handed it over.

"Six Qingling Pills should be enough for you for a while."

Zhao Fan took the jade bottle, opened the stopper, and a refreshing medicinal fragrance wafted out.

He poured out a pill; it was pale gold, round and smooth, with clear patterns, and its quality was far superior to the ones he had refined himself.

This elixir has very little toxicity; given his constitution, taking one pill every half month would be more than enough.

"Senior, this..."

Zhao Fan hesitated to accept the pills. His senior had already helped him enough, and he absolutely dared not take any more.

"It was obtained using your contribution points."

The old man said calmly.

"The harvest of spiritual herbs this month is good; converted into contribution points, it's just enough for this one bottle."

A warm feeling welled up in Zhao Fan's heart; he knew the old man was helping him.

Even if this month's harvest of spiritual herbs is excellent, it's not worth a single bottle of top-grade Qingling Pill.

But he did not refuse; he simply clasped his hands in a respectful gesture.

"Thank you, senior."

The old man waved his hand, turned and walked up the mountain. After a few steps, he suddenly stopped, turned back and said something.

"The six-month period is still a long way off. Focus on your cultivation and don't worry about anything else."

Zhao Fan stood there, watching the old man's figure disappear at the end of the mountain path, clutching the bottle of Qingling Pill in his hand, and suddenly felt much more at ease.

He returned to the wooden hut, carefully put away the jade bottle, then sat cross-legged, swallowed a spirit stone, and continued his cultivation.

He made up his mind that if he had the opportunity in the future, he would definitely repay the kindness of his predecessors.

Afterwards, Zhao Fan closed his eyes, swallowed a Qingling Pill, and continued cultivating.

This is another advantage for his reconstruction: he can completely transcend realms and take higher-level pills without worrying about excessive spiritual power damaging his dantian and meridians.

The medicinal properties dissolved, transforming into a pure spiritual energy, which Zhao Fan quickly absorbed.

Zhao Fan's cultivation level also began to grow rapidly.