Wang Yan Talks Cultivation (2nd Update)

Li Xiaoyao and Lin Yueru felt that Wang Yan might be testing them.

In a normal sect, after formally becoming an apprentice, shouldn't one undergo tests before the cultivation methods are passed down?

But now...

Things didn't turn out quite as they had imagined.

Wang Yan sat atop the icy throne suspended high in the air, detachedly expounding on the seemingly straightforward, yet actually confusing, basic theories of cultivation.

"... If the twelve regular meridians are rivers flowing through the body, then the eight extraordinary meridians are lakes within the body..."

"The internal energy cultivated by secular martial artists and the spiritual energy cultivated by cultivators are essentially not much different. The former's effects are mostly borne by acupoints."

"The latter, on the other hand, uses five specific acupoints as the main exercise route."

"I'll divide them out now."

Upon hearing this, Li Xiaoyao and Lin Yueru, who had been somewhat drowsy, brightened up and immediately focused their attention, listening intently.

Wang Yan was fully aware of the changes in the two men's mindsets.

Most of the abilities he possesses originate from systems that his original self casually created. Although they are fully functional, they are too rigid, and if taught in a rigid, formulaic manner, they have almost no potential for development.

Based on Wang Yan's understanding of the Chinese Paladin universe...

After grinding monsters to the maximum level, almost all of his attributes had reached their limits.

In this state, he can only be called a "half-immortal," not a true immortal.

In terms of combat power, if he used all his skills, he could barely defeat a Demon Lord, and he could also easily defeat a group of "immortals" from the Divine Realm.

But...

His level of attainment was ultimately only that of a demigod.

In the past two years, Wang Yan has not only been burying himself in Shilipo to grind monsters, but has also conducted in-depth research on the operation of his own skills.

Even the Wise One can make a mistake, and even the most foolish person can have a stroke of genius.

There are limits to a person's wisdom and strength.

Therefore, Wang Yan wanted to open a school and take on disciples, hoping to rely on the talents of the world to help him break through his limits and reach another level.

Li Xiaoyao and Lin Yueru two excellent test subjects.

"Concentrate your attention and hold your breath."

As he spoke, Wang Yan lightly tapped the void in front of him with one hand.

Thud! Thud!

After two soft sounds, Li Xiaoyao and Lin Yueru both showed expressions of disbelief.

They instinctively closed their eyes and sat cross-legged on the ground with their palms facing upwards.

My heart was pounding, and blood was gushing out.

The Bloodline Power gradually permeates three inches below the navel, transforming into a primary life force.

Then, this primordial, pure life force began to flow slowly along the meridians, heading towards the "five specific acupoints" indicated by Wang Yan.

A moment later...

Lin Yueru the first to open her eyes.

Her amber eyes transformed into beautiful heterochromatic pupils, one azure and the other azure, seemingly shimmering with light, like a mirror reflecting Zhu Huo. Her jade-like skin exuded a sacred and inviolable majesty.

"This... this is cultivation? It's amazing!"

After all, she was just a girl in her early teens, and her words immediately sounded childish, causing her dignified demeanor to vanish instantly.

When she wasn't focused on practicing her internal energy, the strange light in her pupils gradually faded.

"With the dual spiritual roots of wood and water mutually generating each other, no wonder he attained enlightenment so quickly..."

Wang Yan smiled gently at Lin Yueru, then turned his gaze to Li Xiaoyao: "I prefer the term 'cultivation of truth' to 'cultivation of immortality'."

The time it took Li Xiaoyao to first grasp the basics was far longer than that of Lin Yueru.

Even so, he gradually regained consciousness.

His eyes were filled with a dazzling golden light, appearing exceptionally sharp and piercing, as if a rare divine sword lay hidden within his soul, while his body was a simple and unadorned scabbard.

"A single metal-attribute spiritual root, not bad, a good candidate for sword cultivation."

Wang Yan nodded slightly and gave his comments.

"You are all very clear about the function of the Yu acupoints; they are simply places where Qi and blood circulate."

"And the five sets of acupoints just now, I call them the [Spiritual Roots]."

"Their function is to draw spiritual energy from heaven and earth and nourish the body with the power of all things."

"Perhaps you've noticed it too..."

"The spiritual energy is used to stimulate the Yintang acupoint by pressing the Chengqi, Qingming, and Tinggong acupoints, thereby awakening the latent Spiritual Power of the cultivator."

"Spirit, blood, and spiritual energy, when combined, constitute the 'spiritual power' that cultivators rely on."

Having said that, Wang Yan said no more, but silently observed the performance of the two founding disciples.

He didn't give the two of them any pre-defined Cultivation Method Manual because he didn't want them to develop a fixed mindset, thinking that secret manuals must be good and that what the predecessors left behind must be better than what the successors left behind.

This is a misconception!

If this kind of thinking is passed down, wouldn't each generation be worse than the last?

People today are not necessarily inferior to those of the past.

Wang Yan founded the Seven Profound Sect to break through all deep-seated ideological ailments.

"I will find you suitable opponents in a day."

Make the most of your time and strive for improvement.

"Otherwise... you'll die."

When Wang Yan's voice reached Li Xiaoyao and Lin Yueru's ears, the two couldn't help but shiver.

They realized deeply that...

This master did not lie!

The next day.

Lin Yueru stood obediently beside Wang Yan, staring expressionlessly at Li Xiaoyao's corpse.

This junior disciple seemed a bit too arrogant. Relying on his newly created "Cave Gold Sword Qi," he actually challenged four Blood Essence Stone Monsters at the same time, trying to find a breakthrough opportunity between life and death.

In fact, Li Xiaoyao is indeed exceptionally talented.

At the moment of his death, he broke through his original realm and reached the "Qi Refining Second Layer" that his master had mentioned.

But...

He died.

Lin Yueru she tried her best to suppress her inner emotional fluctuations and not let her fear show, lest she lower her reputation in her master's eyes.

"Death is not scary; what is truly scary is the inability to continue existing."

Wang Yan stared intently at Lin Yueru, his voice Youyou: "Perhaps you don't understand now, but ten years from now, or a hundred years from now, you will definitely understand the meaning of these words."

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand.

Psychic energy surged.

The mixed light of snow-white and pitch-black coalesced into a vortex, focusing on Li Xiaoyao's corpse.

Buzzing...

The heavens and earth seemed to begin to tremble.

"Call..."

Li Xiaoyao's corpse exhaled a breath of stale air.

His ashen complexion had regained some color.

With his heart meridian severed and his breath gone, Li Xiaoyao, who had been dead for a long time, was miraculously resurrected!

Lin Yueru clenched her fists, her eyes filled with admiration as she looked at Wang Yan.

Master had said it long ago...

He can bring the dead back to life!

Hearing is unreliable, seeing is believing.

Lin Yueru was full of confidence in her future!

"I have a task for you."

Wang Yan's figure gradually faded into the air, but his voice echoed in the same spot, "Find these two people and make them willingly become disciples of the Seven Profound Sect."

Li Xiaoyao and Lin Yueru suddenly felt a weight in their hands...