Cultivating the Longevity Art

Chapter 10: Cultivating the Longevity Art

"Bang!" A loud noise.

The two people in the forest clashed fiercely, both sent flying backward, blood trickling from their lips.

As soon as they steadied themselves, they lunged at each other again, engaging in a life-or-death struggle.

They fought relentlessly, sustaining severe injuries. Gradually, their steps became unsteady, and their breathing grew rapid.

Finally, their weapons struck each other simultaneously. Blood flowed freely, and they both fell to the ground.

The expert wielding the saber had his chest pierced by a sword. He opened his mouth wide, trying to say something, but no sound came out. His head lolled to the side, and he died.

The swordsman was struck on the shoulder by the great saber, nearly dismembering his entire arm. The saber seemed to have hit a blood vessel, and blood sprayed out.

Both men lay on the ground, their eyes wide open, unable to rest in peace.

Bi Fan did not know their identities. Fearing discovery, he kept his distance and could not hear their conversation.

Regardless, they were dead, and their belongings were now ownerless. Bi Fan naturally did not want to let this opportunity pass.

In the Myriad Snake Den, Bi Fan had acquired three treasures. The Eight Treasures Gourd could only be used to store liquids for now, and the Heavenly Origin Ring was solely for storage. As for the Blood Blade, Bi Fan couldn't wield it at all. Even if he could, he wouldn't dare use it casually in combat, as it was a Demonic Dao weapon, after all.

The weapons of the two men in the forest were no ordinary items; they were precisely the treasures Bi Fan desperately needed.

Wandering the jianghu without a weapon for self-defense was unsettling and extremely dangerous.

Bi Fan resolutely walked over, muttering, "Don't blame me. I will ensure you are laid to rest."

He first approached the expert with the saber and put the great saber into his Heavenly Origin Ring to study later.

Bi Fan bent down and began searching the man's body. Surprisingly, there was nothing on him except for a silk pouch.

"A Cosmic Bag!" Bi Fan was astonished.

A Cosmic Bag was not a particularly valuable treasure, but it was very important for cultivators.

A Cosmic Bag was merely a rudimentary magic treasure for storage, yet not something ordinary cultivators could possess.

On Qingyang Mountain, only core disciples might be equipped with a treasure like a Cosmic Bag.

Bi Fan was overjoyed. Without even looking at the contents, he directly stored the Cosmic Bag in his Heavenly Origin Ring.

The other person's strength was comparable to the saber expert's. He should have quite a few good items. Bi Fan eagerly walked over.

The long sword was a good treasure. He stored it! Bi Fan bent down again and began to search the body.

Suddenly, the man sat up, his face contorted in a ferocious grin. He rasped, "Die!"

With a sudden palm strike, the man hit Bi Fan, then coughed up a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground, truly dead this time.

"Bang!" Bi Fan felt as if a giant hammer had struck him. He flew backward, crashing a considerable distance away.

If that man's strength hadn't waned in his final moments, his combat power less than one percent of what it was in life, that palm strike might have cost Bi Fan his life.

Bi Fan was not well. He felt his internal organs had shifted, and he nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.

He lay on the ground, unable to move, his entire body wracked with unbearable pain.

I can't be so careless again. Carelessness kills people, Bi Fan vowed inwardly.

Bi Fan had not yet cultivated Inner Breath, making it difficult to heal his injuries. Relying on natural recovery would take time.

I have to go for it. I'll try cultivating the Qingyang Longevity Art, Bi Fan decided.

This was the wilderness, and danger could appear at any moment. He needed to leave as soon as possible.

Bi Fan had already memorized the Qingyang Longevity Art thoroughly. Acting on impulse, he began cultivating it.

Normally, cultivation techniques for Inner Breath could only be practiced once a cultivator's strength reached the peak of the Martial Force Realm, requiring nearly two thousand jin of force. Bi Fan's strength was still far from that.

To recover from his injuries as quickly as possible, Bi Fan had no choice but to cultivate the Qingyang Longevity Art ahead of schedule.

The most difficult step in cultivating an Inner Breath technique for the first time was drawing Qi into the body.

Cultivating Inner Breath required absorbing external spiritual energy and converting it into Inner Breath. Drawing spiritual energy into the body for the first time was extremely difficult, with a high failure rate.

Even peak Martial Force Realm experts rarely succeeded on their first attempt at absorbing spiritual energy.

Bi Fan was desperate, treating it as a last resort. He could only try.

The Qingyang Longevity Art circulated, and Bi Fan began to sense spiritual energy.

Only peak Martial Force Realm cultivators, **with sufficient strength, could sense spiritual energy easily.

Bi Fan, with a "just try it" attitude, surprisingly felt the spiritual energy floating and drifting in the air.

Have I really gone from trash to a genius? Bi Fan could barely believe it.

Although he had consumed the Ten-Thousand-Year Earth Vein Spirit Milk, which had improved his physique and greatly increased his strength, it couldn't change a person's talent.

Bi Fan calmed his mind and began to absorb spiritual energy according to the methods described in the Qingyang Longevity Art, integrating it into his body.

The initial absorption of spiritual energy had a low compatibility, making success difficult.

However, Bi Fan felt this spiritual energy was very close, like family. Before he could do much, the surrounding spiritual energy converged towards him.

"Spiritual energy, enter my body! Integrate with me!" Bi Fan unhesitatingly began to absorb the spiritual energy.

The wisps of spiritual energy entered Bi Fan's body in an orderly fashion.

With the spiritual energy in his body, the rest was simple. Following the circulation route of the Qingyang Longevity Art, he let the spiritual energy circulate within his body for a few weeks before storing it in his dantian.

To be on the safe side, Bi Fan had the spiritual energy circulate thirty-six times within his body before storing it in his dantian.

Bi Fan had completed his first cultivation session with surprising ease, leaving him both astonished and delighted.

He was astonished because he couldn't believe it was real, and he was happy because his cultivation of the Qingyang Longevity Art had been successful.

Next, Bi Fan only needed to continue cultivating. Once he had stored a certain amount of spiritual energy, he would be able to heal his injuries.

Bi Fan dared not delay, and continued to cultivate the Qingyang Longevity Art, absorbing the spiritual energy from his surroundings to his heart's content.

As the spiritual energy entered his body and circulated within, Bi Fan felt a warmth spread throughout him, making him incredibly comfortable. He almost moaned aloud.

If anyone had seen Bi Fan cultivating, they would have undoubtedly shouted "monster."

Bi Fan's realm was insufficient, and cultivating the Qingyang Longevity Art was fraught with danger, with a very low chance of success.

Yet, Bi Fan not only cultivated, but he succeeded, and the process was incredibly smooth.

Even the talented individuals of Qingyang Mountain usually took about ten days for their first qi-gathering. But Bi Fan succeeded on his very first cultivation attempt. No one would believe it if he told them.

A few hours later, Bi Fan had accumulated enough spiritual energy and began to use it to heal his injuries.

That palm strike earlier had primarily injured Bi Fan's internal organs.

Bi Fan mobilized all the spiritual energy in his dantian to nourish his viscera.

With the aid of the spiritual energy, his injuries healed much faster, and Bi Fan could clearly feel the pain gradually subsiding.

He cultivated for a full hour, and Bi Fan's injuries were completely healed.

Bi Fan stood up and cursed, "You're practically dead, yet you still made me suffer like this. You deserve to be eaten by wild beasts, your corpse unwhole."

This time, he first confirmed that the person was dead before walking over and finding a golden silk pouch on him.

Bi Fan stored the Cosmic Bag into the Heavenly Origin Ring, then casually dug a pit, buried the blade-wielding expert, and quickly left the forest.