Chapter 450 - 159: Breaking Through to the Qi Eating Realm
Even if a disciple in the Qi Eating Realm wasn’t chosen by the Sect Leader, a Peak Master, or an Elder, they could still privately consult the teaching Elders about cultivation difficulties during sect lectures. The sect’s investment in their development was far beyond what any disciple in the Inner Strength Realm could compare to.
In the Xuanzhen Sect, the Qi Eating Realm was a clear, distinct threshold.
Once a disciple crossed this threshold, their status and position would be completely transformed, and the sect would value them far more.
Not just within the sect, but across the entirety of Jintai Prefecture, those in the Qi Eating Realm were considered extremely formidable masters. They were already qualified to serve as Guest Ministers or Elders in the great clans.
The Qi Eating Realm was a completely different world compared to the Inner Strength Realm.
As Si Jiawen thought of this, the corners of her lips curved up slightly.
’Considering how much Master values Yang Jing, even going so far as to argue his case on the Main Peak to amend the list of disciples for focused cultivation... The moment Yang Jing breaks through to the Qi Eating Realm, Master will probably take him as a Direct Disciple.’
The thought had barely settled when another, more absurd idea suddenly shot into Si Jiawen’s mind, causing her to pause for a moment.
’If Yang Jing really becomes Master’s disciple, focuses on his cultivation, and then one day soars to prominence and surpasses me in strength... wouldn’t he replace me and become Lingxi Peak’s Senior Brother?’
The rules of the Xuanzhen Sect had always been clear: within a single lineage, the strongest disciple was the undisputed Senior Brother or Senior Sister, who led all other disciples of that lineage and held a respected position.
’When that time comes, we’ll both be Master’s Direct Disciples. How would that even work?’
’Would I have to call him Senior Brother, while he calls me Senior Sister?’
The moment this thought appeared, Si Jiawen felt her thoughts thrown into disarray and couldn’t help but rub her temples.
But the next moment, she shook her head sharply, casting the utterly absurd idea to the furthest corners of her mind.
She stopped walking and looked up at the mist-shrouded peak deep within Lingxi Peak, a glint of confidence flashing in her eyes.
’Impossible!’
’How could Yang Jing possibly surpass me?’
’How could he ever surpass me?!’
’I am Si Jiawen, the Senior Sister of Lingxi Peak! The woman destined to one day become the Peak Master of Lingxi Peak!’
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「Inside Training Room B-3」
Yang Jing sat cross-legged on an indigo cushion, his eyes shut tight, with a faint white mist swirling around his body.
The rich scent of the Exotic Beast Musk filled his nostrils, and the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi within the stone room was more active than usual.
He was concentrating on regulating his breathing. Veins bulged slightly on his temples and neck, and glistening beads of sweat covered his bronze skin, slowly trickling down the contours of his muscles to spread into small, damp patches on the stone floor.
After regulating his breath for a moment, Yang Jing slowly opened his eyes, feeling a faint pang of hunger from his stomach.
He knew this meant the energy from the Exotic Beast Meat he had eaten at noon had been completely absorbed and depleted by his body.
Yang Jing reached into his robes and took out a small, lustrous white porcelain vial. He uncorked it and, with a flick of his fingers, tipped out the last Bone Marrow Tempering Pill.
The elixir was pitch-black and gave off a faint, fresh herbal scent.
His strength had improved so rapidly over the past few days not only because of the uniquely advantageous cultivation environment of the B-grade Training Room, but also thanks to the powerful support of the Bone Marrow Tempering Pills and Qi Storage Pills.
Without these elixirs to strengthen his foundation and nourish his meridians, it would have been impossible to refine his Inner Strength to such a dense and solid state in just six days, even with the boost from the B-grade Training Room, let alone get so close to the Qi Eating Realm.
The look in Yang Jing’s eyes grew even more determined. Without a trace of hesitation or reluctance, he raised his hand and popped the Bone Marrow Tempering Pill into his mouth.
The elixir dissolved the moment it entered his stomach, transforming into a warm, clear stream that flowed down his throat and into his Dantian.
He knew full well that for a Martial Artist, the most important thing was personal strength. Strength was the foundation for surviving in the Jianghu and establishing oneself in the sect. It was the source of all confidence.
These elixirs and the access to the Training Room were merely tools for increasing his strength.
To slow his pace of breaking through just to save a single elixir would be true foolishness.
Once his strength increased, obtaining these Cultivation Resources again would be ten times easier than it was now.
Yang Jing would never do something so foolish as putting the cart before the horse.
The medicinal power of the Bone Marrow Tempering Pill erupted in his abdomen, and the faint feeling of hunger vanished instantly.
In its place was a searing hot current, as if a furnace had been lit in his Dantian, madly surging toward his limbs and throughout his entire body, radiating immense energy.
Not daring to delay for even a second, Yang Jing’s eyes flew open. In a blur of motion, he leaped up from the cushion.
He planted his feet shoulder-width apart, sank into a low horse stance, and assumed the opening form of the Mountain-Breaking Seal.
"Hah!"
A low shout rumbled from his throat. Yang Jing clenched his fists as the Inner Strength in his body, carrying the medicinal power of the Bone Marrow Tempering Pill, gathered furiously at the edge of his fists.
He threw a punch. The wind from his fist howled as it shot forward with the ferocious power of a collapsing mountain, smashing violently into the empty air before him.
The air tore with a HISS, and the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi inside the stone room was stirred up by the punch, forming a visible ripple of energy.
Following that, Yang Jing’s figure moved like a fierce tiger descending a mountain, twisting and turning within the confines of the small stone room.
At times he would lunge forward with a heavy, powerful punch, making the air before him hum and vibrate.
At other times he would turn sideways and throw a hook, his elbow bent as he swept out from a wickedly sharp angle.
Then he would leap into the air, unleashing a chain of punches, each one condensing his entire body’s strength, as if to pulverize any obstacle in his path.
Sweat dripped from his body like pearls from a broken string, striking the stone slabs with a crisp, clear sound.