An Impossible Old Acquaintance
"Suffer a little?"
Tian Xiaojian heard this without letting anything show on his face, but inwardly he could not help cursing up a storm. This old monster—did he take this young master for an idiot?
Suffer a little, and he could advance to Lihe? How could there be such a wonderful thing under heaven?
Forget suffering—if he could break through in cultivation in the short term, even if he had to climb a mountain of blades or plunge into a boiling oil cauldron, he absolutely would not furrow his brow.
But clearly, that was unrealistic. He had no idea what kind of trick the other party was playing.
Tian Xiaojian's vigilance surged, but on the surface, he put on an eager expression. "Master, please tell me. Your disciple is listening carefully. What method can allow me to advance to Lihe in a short time?"
"I wonder if you've heard of Demonic Qi Infusion?"
"Demonic Qi Infusion?"
Tian Xiaojian's expression darkened. He was a Demon Cultivator to begin with, so how could he possibly not have heard of the Demonic Qi Infusion Technique?
Put simply, it bore some resemblance to the energy-transmission arts of the mortal martial world, but it was far more profound and complicated. Supposedly, it had been passed down in ancient times by Ancient Demons from a higher realm.
Through the infusion of demonic qi, it was a secret art that could cleanse a cultivator's meridians and marrow, causing their cultivation to advance by leaps and bounds in a short time.
Of course, all things had their pros and cons. Although Demonic Qi Infusion made it very easy to break through realms, the danger was also obvious. Setting aside the pain one had to endure during the infusion, the most heart-pounding part was that