Chapter 7 The Turtle Pattern Recognizes Its Owner
Over the next few days, as Zhang DaFat and the others looked over at Bai Xiaochun's grass hut, each of them kept an eye out at all times, and ever since Bai Xiaochun's cultivation had broken through to the second level of qi condensation, and after going out to talk to himself a bit, his cultivation within the hut had continued again.
Inside the hut, Bai Xiaochun wiped the sweat from his forehead, naked and gritting his teeth through excruciating pain as he tried to go through the motions of posing for the third picture.
The qi veins in his body were no longer streams, but were on the verge of becoming a small river that traveled through his body, and with each circumference, clicking sounds would emanate from his body, and his originally round body was now completely thin, even thinner than it had been when he'd first arrived at the Fire Stove Room.
However, there was a burst of forceful energy that seemed to be contained within his body, and with the persistence of his cultivation, it was as if his dry and thin body was slightly beating all over his body's skin and flesh, and even if one listened carefully, one could vaguely hear the thumping sound of his heart echoing through the house.
More and more spirit pressure continued to coalesce within him, and this feeling of being stronger every moment gave Bai Xiaochun even more motivation until, after several more days had passed, Bai Xiaochun's entire body tingled violently, a tingling that was far, far more intense than it had ever been before, and forced him to give up.
Gasping for air, Bai Xiaochun's eyes were bloodshot, and he had a strong feeling that his body didn't seem to be able to support it any longer, and although he would constantly absorb the spiritual energy of the heavens and earth from all around him on his own during his cultivation sessions, it clearly wasn't able to follow his body's depletion, and the extra food from the fire stove room depended on luck, and wasn't available every day.
After all, other people practice this purple gas harnessing tripod power, mostly a few days once, even if it is diligent, but also at most once a day, he is here day and night all the time, not to mention Zhang DaFat and others appalled, even if the clan's inner disciples if they know, will also be shocked.
It was only at this level of cultivation that Bai Xiaochun felt it still wasn't safe, and as his character had always been keen on sound insurance, he took out the grain of Spirit Rice that he had hidden for the first time in Spirit Refinement, and after holding it in his hand and looking at it, he cooked it in an unusual pot, and as the Spirit qi dispersed, he didn't hesitate and immediately swallowed it with a big gulp.
The spiritual rice melted in his mouth, creating a rich spiritual qi that was too many times more than that of unusual spiritual rice, and was not at all at the same level of majesty, rushing away with a roar in his body as Bai Xiaochun hurriedly practiced, taking on the appearance of the third picture and adjusting his breathing.
In this way, late one night half a month later, Bai Xiaochun's body shook violently, and when he opened his eyes, he suddenly realized that his cultivation level had unconsciously broken through the second layer of qi condensation, becoming the third layer of qi condensation.
This change caused Bai Xiaochun to immediately go into ecstasy, his eyes revealing exhilaration, and he smiled broadly as he looked at his body, the qi veins in his body having completely metamorphosed from a stream into a small river.
This small river traveled rapidly within his body, its speed exceeding that of before by far, far too much, to the point where all he needed was a thought, and the aura within his body would instantly travel to any location in his body at his whim.
"Third level of Qi Condensation! This Spirit Rice from the Spirit Refining Once is truly extraordinary!" Bai Xiaochun stood up and licked his lips, intent on getting a few more grains of Spirit Refining Spirit Rice, but then he felt his meridians expanding a bit, and remembered the introduction in the bamboo book, which stated that he knew that he needed to let his body get used to it, and that he couldn't continue practicing for a short period of time.
This is to suppress the previous thoughts, walking around the room, a look of hesitation, but soon the footsteps, gaze along the window to the outer door, although it is late at night, but with the help of the moonlight can vaguely see the large tree on the path outside the fire stove room.
"No, Xu Baozai's wooden sword seems a bit unusual, and even at the third level of Qi Condensation, it's still a bit unsafe!" Bai Xiaochun furrowed his brow, contemplating for a moment before glancing at the colorful wooden swords around him and then at the pot inside the house.
"If I can refine the spirit twice, it might be safer." As he thought of this, he immediately made a decision and walked out of the room to fetch some spirit wood in the fire stove room.
After the preparations were complete, late that night, Bai Xiaochun stood next to the mysterious pot, lit the wood fire, and, after seeing a pattern light up, threw the wooden sword into the pot.
But this time he waited for a long time, and never reacted. Bai Xiaochun frowned, looked at the lines on the tortoise pot, and then at the wood fire underneath, which had turned to ashes, and pondered for a while before going out to look for some more spirit wood, but a few times afterward, no matter how the flames burned, he never saw the wooden sword change in the slightest.
"These are one color fire wood, could it be that the temperature is not enough, need higher heat ...... two color fire?" Bai Xiaochun thought of this, walked out of the room, and when he came back again, he was already holding a piece of purple wood in his hand; there wasn't much of this wood fire left in the stove room, and Bai Xiaochun only found one.
After placing it under the pot and igniting it, a flame immediately appeared, which consisted of two colors, the very same dichroic fire that had a much higher temperature!
As soon as the two-color fire appeared, the second pattern on the tortoise pot was instantly bright, while the two-color fire dimmed rapidly, as if it had been drained of all of its firepower at once, and it wasn't long until the two-color fire completely burned to ashes, and the second spirit pattern on the tortoise pot had already lit up.
"It's done!" Bai Xiaochun's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly placed the wooden sword inside the pot, and suddenly the silver light suddenly shone, taking several breaths longer than when he had refined the spirit once before.
It looked like it was slowly going to dim, but suddenly, the silver light was soaring, heading straight for Bai Xiaochun. The change came out of nowhere, and Bai Xiaochun couldn't react in time, as his eyes blinked, and an indescribable icy cold, instantly, like ice, merged into Bai Xiaochun's body, and he was horrified to find that he couldn't block it at all, and watched as it pumped viciously through his body.
His entire face immediately paled, and as his eyes blurred, it was as if something within his body had been sucked out at once, and integrated into the tortoise-patterned pot.
Until then, the silver light only dissipated, a sharper than ever, even let people look at the eyes feel stinging wooden sword, suddenly appeared in the pot.
This sword although it still looks like a flowery green ragged, but the wooden lines within it has changed, if you wipe off the paint can clearly see those lines scattered starbursts, this sword, has been completely and radically changed from the root.
Almost at the same time this wooden sword appeared, Lingxi Sect's southern shore of the sky, there was a sound of thunder rumbling echo, as if there was a heavenly roar coming out, shaking countless Lingxi Sect's cultivators, good thing that this thunder came fast, also went fast.
Between the reverberations of that thunder, a second silver stripe appeared on the wooden sword's blade, which flickered several times in succession before dimming and disappearing under the mottled colors of the coating.
Bai Xiaochun couldn't be bothered to look at the wooden sword, and his face clouded over as he took a few steps back, his body shaking for a long time before he recovered, the sensation of that moment just now giving him palpitations just thinking about it.
"What has been taken away from my body ......" In his apprehension, his eyes fell on the bronze mirror hanging on the wall, and after subconsciously glancing at it, he rubbed his eyes and went to look at it carefully, and gradually the whole person stayed as a wooden chicken.
Inside the mirror, in the tresses of his forehead, there was one more white hair, and although his appearance did not change, but how he looked at it seemed to be a year older.
"Lifespan!!!" Bai Xiaochun muttered and whispered in disbelief.
"Fang is missing, it's my lifespan... I ...... I ......" He was tearful... He had come to cultivate for the sake of longevity, but now that longevity hadn't even been obtained, he was instead missing a year of his lifespan, this can be a huge blow to him.
"Lost my money ...... I can't imagine that I, Bai Xiaochun, who has been steady for a little more than half my life, would ever lose my footing ......" He sat there dumbfounded and smiled bitterly, and after calming down, he looked up at the After he calmed down, he looked up at the tortoise pot, but his eyes slowly revealed a strange meaning. He had a vague feeling that, after his longevity had been sucked away, he and the tortoise pot had some kind of connection, as if he could control it.
His heart moved, his right hand raised toward the pot a finger.
Immediately, the turtle pattern pot flashed with dark light, and even instantly shrunk, heading straight for Bai Xiaochun, disappearing in the blink of an eye into his fingertips. Bai Xiaochun froze, stood up violently and stepped back a few steps, looking down at his own fingers, and then at the empty fire stove.
"This ...... this ......" His right hand once again pointed at the ground, and with a flash of black light and a bang, the pot appeared again.
Bai Xiaochun tried several times in a row, his expression cloudy with both joy and despondency, before he finally sighed.
"Even though I can take it into my body at this moment, the cost is a year's worth of lifespan, so it's still a loss no matter how I think about it."
In the late afternoon of the next day, Bai Xiaochun was pondering what he could do to make up for the life span he had been sucked out of his body, when he suddenly looked up and sensed seven or eight figures speeding by outside the fireplace room.
When he was at the first level of qi condensation, Bai Xiaochun couldn't detect them, but now that he was at the third level, he immediately sensed that the leader of the seven or eight figures was none other than Xu Baozai.
At the same time, Xu Baozai's voice, tinged with indignation, suddenly came out.
"Bai Xiaochun, you have a senior brother guarding you, and so do I, Xu Baozai... Today, it's time to end the feud between you and me."