Longevity: Comprehending the Heart Method

The Body Refining methods of the Flood Dragon and Six-armed Ape clans were not unique; they were also widely used among the Human Race. For example, Song Qingxing had once trained his body under a waterfall.

Therefore, cultivating it was not difficult. Song Changsheng found Xing Zhao and borrowed the Gravity Chamber used by the disciples of Luoxia City for their training. The principle behind the Gravity Chamber was simple: it was just a series of Gravity Arrays set to different pressures.

It was originally used for training Body Techniques, but they eventually discovered that its effectiveness in tempering the physical body far exceeded its use for training Body Techniques. Thus, after some improvements, it became a facility dedicated to honing the physique.

For the next few days, Song Changsheng used the Gravity Chamber for Body Refining while also sparring with Xing Zhao, Niu Dazhuang, and others, using external impact to temper his body.

During this time, not a day passed that Song Changsheng wasn’t covered in bruises. It was a brutal regimen, but the results were outstanding—he was truly finding joy in the pain.

While Song Changsheng was busy torturing himself, Song Qingxing and Song Qingxi, who had accepted the family’s mission to preside over the Immortal Ascension Conference, arrived at their final stop.

After that day’s "frank and open" conversation with Wujie, and after careful consideration, Wujie let go of the last shred of pride he held as a Golden Core Master and chose to submit to Song Qingxing, allowing himself to be refined.

It was mainly because he had no other choice. If he hadn’t been discovered, he could have continued to lay low in Kaiyang City, slowly absorbing the Spiritual Qi from the Spiritual Vein to recover.

But from the moment he was exposed, he had only two options: submit or die.

He was lucky to have encountered Song Qingxing. Had it been anyone else, death would have likely been his only choice.

After all, although he had once been a Righteous Spiritual Treasure, he had become a Demon Artifact after being corrupted by Demonic Qi. Mere contact with him could corrode a person’s mind.

To avoid falling into the Demon Dao and becoming a puppet of the Artifact Spirit, one would have no choice but to destroy the Demon Artifact. At the very least, they would have to extinguish Wujie, the Artifact Spirit himself.

But Song Qingxing was different. With the Traceless Sword in hand, he could sever the connection between Wujie and the aura of the Demon Dao, allowing Wujie to break free from it.

This was the main reason Wujie chose to submit. For years, the Demonic Qi had been constantly eroding his consciousness, and he was finding it harder and harder to resist. If he didn’t want to completely become a puppet of a Demon, Song Qingxing was his only choice.

After a few days of contact, Wujie gradually discovered Song Qingxing’s extraordinary talent, which brought him a measure of comfort.

’Submitting to a genius is always better than submitting to a mediocrity.’

This also allowed him to see a glimmer of hope, stirring some other ideas in his mind.

His injuries were too severe. Absorbing Spiritual Qi was merely a choice born of desperation; in reality, it was highly inefficient and had very limited effect.

To be completely healed, he needed to find a Tier Four Level Artifact Refining Master to re-forge and nourish him with rare materials.

Song Qingxing was far from capable of achieving this now, but Wujie could cultivate him. As long as he helped Song Qingxing grow powerful enough, achieving these goals would not be difficult for him.

On this point, Wujie was very confident in himself.

Although he had lost his Physical Body in Magical Combat and his Divine Soul was later refined into an Artifact Spirit by a Nascent Soul True Monarch, he was, after all, a former Golden Core Cultivator. His cultivation experience and insights remained, and he still possessed knowledge of many Divine Secret Skills.

Furthermore, he had followed a Nascent Soul True Monarch for many years, so his perspective and knowledge in certain areas surpassed that of an ordinary Golden Core Cultivator. All things considered, cultivating Song Qingxing would not be difficult.

What’s more, he knew that Song Qingxing was backed by a family with some foundation. Although in his eyes, a family that didn’t even have a Purple Mansion Cultivator was completely insignificant, it was more than enough to help Song Qingxing through the early stages.

And so, over the past few days, he had been intermittently "brainwashing" Song Qingxing.

"With your talent, you could absolutely compete for the position of the next Clan Leader and get more resources. Your current cultivation speed is a bit too slow," Wujie said indignantly.

Song Qingxing, who was supervising Song Changkang and the others as they measured Spirit Roots, acted as if he hadn’t heard the secret voice transmission at all, showing no reaction whatsoever.

It wasn’t the first time Wujie had suggested this over the past few days, but Song Qingxing had always ignored him, never responding.

It wasn’t that he thought there was anything wrong with what Wujie said. Rather, he knew in his heart that the candidate for the next Clan Leader had already been chosen, and that person’s position was as solid as a mountain—not something he could possibly shake.

Besides, he wasn’t interested in power. Being a Clan Leader didn’t suit him.

Thinking of that person, Song Qingxing’s thoughts began to drift.

Song Qingxing had complicated feelings about him.

In the very beginning, proud and arrogant as he was, he had always seen him as a rival. But as time went on, the gap between him and Song Changsheng grew wider and wider, until now, he could barely even see his back.

Moreover, the most painful part was that Song Changsheng seemed to have never considered him a rival.

When the two of them were together, Song Changsheng acted more like a teacher, meticulously instructing Song Qingxing in his cultivation. When faced with his challenges, Song Changsheng’s response was more instructive than competitive, and he handled them with ease every time.

In the past, he never would have thought about these things; he only ever thought about getting stronger and defeating him.

But as the Demonic Qi’s influence on him gradually faded, he couldn’t help but feel a trace of shame. Song Changsheng had held nothing back in teaching him, yet he had always wanted to use him as a stepping stone. ’How could a man of honor do such a thing?’