Wooden Cabin Number Two by the stream, the surrounding space suddenly vibrated slightly.
An invisible might rushed out of the cabin, and this patch of mountain forest whipped up a gale out of nowhere. Broken leaves on the ground flew into the air, and nearby maple trees and bamboos swayed violently.
Sixth layer of Qi Refining...
A clear whistle echoed from the wooden cabin.
Li Qingyun dismissed his meditation posture, stood up to pace, and stretched his sore limbs, feeling the surging, full, and powerful flow of dharma power and aura across his body.
This was already the tenth day since he moved into the wooden cabin by the stream.
Under the blessing of the mysterious Daoist effigy in his mind, he had smoothly broken through to the sixth layer of Qi Refining yesterday without any suspense. When trying to push toward the seventh layer today, however, he had encountered a minor bottleneck.
Even so, his level of cultivation, placed among the young disciples of Lingbao Temple, was already the crème de la crème of elite disciples, perhaps even the number one person of his generation!
Anyone at this age with a higher cultivation level inevitably possessed supreme Dao Bone Spiritual Root and could not possibly remain in Lingbao Temple; they would have long since been taken away by the backing Lingbao Sect to cultivate in a grotto-heaven blessed land.
In the span of a mere ten days, Li Qingyun had easily surpassed elite disciples like Zhao Yifan and Zhao Keyi.
If word got out, even Lu Nanling would likely be unable to sit still, running over personally with a beaming smile and initiating conversation with amiable warmth to take him on as a personal disciple.
Yet some opportunities, once missed, were missed forever...
*Conceal the breath until formless, let