"Virgin..."
Ji Qing thought about it. Only scattered fragments remained in his memories.
The Ji household had always been strict in its discipline; it would never permit something like maidservants climbing into beds.
So Ji Qing should be—most likely, perhaps—a virgin.
Ji Qing truly could not remember.
As for whether he was a virgin, one test would reveal it.
Besides, did one truly have to be a virgin to cultivate?
Ji Qing did not think so.
Perhaps if one was not a virgin, it would be difficult to achieve success in cultivation. But he only sought to get started, so there should not be so many requirements.
Thus, Ji Qing began cultivating the Extreme Yang Scripture with all his strength.
He simply "moved into" the Scripture Repository.
Every day, he pondered over the Extreme Yang Scripture and attempted to take the first step in cultivation.
After all, he did not have much time left.
As for food and drink, the monks of Suspended Temple took care of that.
Lei Yu came every day to stand guard outside the Scripture Repository.
This "big sister" had been utterly beyond reproach.
Ji Qing could only silently remember it in his heart.
One day, two days, three days...
Ji Qing felt that the Extreme Yang Scripture was not actually difficult.
He could already recite it backward with perfect fluency.
Yet he still had not managed to get started.
This was very strange.
With other martial arts manuals in the past, even second-rate internal arts could certainly be learned in a few days.
"Could it really have something to do with this so-called virginity?"
Ji Qing frowned.
He studied it carefully once more.
The Extreme Yang Scripture belonged to the path of the sword veering off the beaten track; cultivating it by orthodox methods would