Lu Xuan chatted with the broker for a whole day and night.
He had gained quite a lot.
Cultivating martial arts was far more complicated than he had imagined, and the effort required was several times, even hundreds of times, that of ordinary cultivation.
Lu Xuan finally understood why some people could never break through to Martial Master in their entire lives.
A blood-and-qi Martial Master represented a leap in life, not merely an upgrade in realm.
The insights required could not be grasped overnight.
Those with great talent broke through through insight;
Those with great fortune achieved it as naturally as water flowing into a channel;
Those who believed Heaven rewarded diligence had to spend years struggling before they could advance;
Without any of the above buffs, one could only stop at the Martial Artist realm for life.
All of this seemed just like fate.
Lu Xuan felt something stir in his heart. He circulated the blood and qi within his body and tried to imitate the legendary form of a dragon.
However,
In merely an instant, a feeling of emptiness spread through him.
That simple attempt had drained all his blood and qi in the space of a few breaths, leaving him no choice but to abandon the thought.
"Three feet of ice does not form in a single day."
The broker hurriedly sent blood and qi into him to steady his mind. "Condensing blood and qi into a form requires an enormous amount of blood and qi, and it must be built upon a powerful foundation of your own blood and qi. It takes accumulation... One Spirit Blood Pill is definitely not enough. For the sake of our friendship, I can give you two. You'll have to spend your own money to buy the rest."
It was