Night Talk in the Desolate House

From the attribute panel of the divine-demon bas-relief on the stone wall, it can be seen:

Comprehending the Ling Shu Atlas requires cultivating the Innate Breathing Technique to the twelfth layer.

Meng Qingshan naturally intended to record the entire Ling Shu Atlas in his martial arts compendium before leaving this place.

After a brief calculation in his mind, the Innate Breathing Technique is an orange-grade martial art, and cultivating it to the twelfth layer requires at least over 40,000 points of Cultivation.

Deducting the existing 25,000 points, he still needs at least 15,000 more points of Cultivation.

Coincidentally, the Red Scale Tail in the cold pond within this stone chamber can increase Cultivation upon consumption.

For Meng Qingshan, this was undoubtedly an excellent place for secluded cultivation. He immediately closed his eyes and began cultivating again.

Late at night.

Outside Jiaxing City.

Inside a dilapidated mansion.

One person spoke in a low, worried tone, "Big Brother, An Ning'er is King Yun Chu's beloved daughter. If we use such means to achieve our goals, and we are discovered..."

"Enough!"

The man referred to as 'Big Brother' interrupted him decisively, his tone filled with resolve. "The Crimson Void Sword will be forged in a few more years. I must obtain the Black Dragon Red Sun Pearl in time!"

"But..."

"You don't need to say anything more. Don't forget whose noble blood flows within us!"

The moonlight poured down like water, casting its glow upon the abandoned mansion, adding a touch of mystery to the tranquil night.

If Meng Qingshan were present, he would surely recognize the man called 'Big Brother' as Wang Ruozhi, whom he had encountered in the city not long ago.

At this moment, his eyes were filled with determination and resolve, as if no obstacle could shake his conviction.

"Shao Xuan, the demonic sword Crimson Void is about to emerge. Only the Black Dragon Red Sun Pearl can cleanse its malevolent energy. This sword is a crucial artifact for my restoration of the kingdom. I cannot miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

Wang Ruozhi's tone was calm as he tapped his fingers lightly on the table, creating a rhythmic sound.

A breeze swept through the mansion, stirring up a cloud of dust.

A sharp glint flashed in Wang Ruozhi's eyes. He walked to the window, gazed at the bright moon, and said in a deep voice, "Even if I become a despicable wretch scorned by the world because of this, I will not hesitate."

"Big Brother..."

"Go and prepare."

He turned to the person beside him, his voice low and powerful. "Ensure it is swift and secret. Do not leave any trace..."

Shao Xuan, hearing this, showed a flicker of determination in his eyes. He gritted his teeth, uttered a "Yes," and turned to leave.

The night deepened. Tonight, which seemed ordinary, was destined to be extraordinary.

The cold pond's water flowed, and the stars shifted several times.

Because Meng Qingshan was focused on his cultivation each day, he felt no sense of emptiness.

In just ten days, his Innate Breathing Technique had made astonishing progress.

He had now comprehended the entirety of the first two volumes of the Innate Breathing Technique.

The Innate Breathing Technique is truly a supreme Xuanmen Internal Martial Arts of Tai Chi attribute, emphasizing the exquisite cycle of extreme yin giving birth to yang and extreme yang nourishing yin.

Therefore, cultivating this technique requires a pure heart and few desires, with absolutely no distracting thoughts. Otherwise, each time the internal energy completes a cycle within the body, it would be like walking a tightrope at the edge of a cliff, causing the practitioner to tremble with fear.

This technique cultivates the yin and yang, hot and cold energies, which circulate and flow within the Hand Taiyang, Hand Taiyin, Foot Taiyang, and Foot Taiyin meridians. If the true qi deviates even slightly, it leads to qi deviation and a fatal outcome.

From this, one can see the immense difficulty of cultivating this technique, which is self-evident.

However, since Meng Qingshan opened the Du Meridian and obtained the "Internal Cultivation" skill.

His internal true qi could circulate freely without the guidance of divine sense.

For Meng Qingshan, this technique presented no significant difficulty. He could master it easily by following the steps systematically and progressing gradually.

Despite this, the Ling Shu Atlas was derived from the legendary Divine Demon Atlas.

Although Guangchengzi comprehended the essence of the Divine Demon Atlas and transformed it into a technique that humans could cultivate, its core nature remained unchanged.

Therefore, cultivating this technique not only places extremely high demands on the practitioner's talent but also makes the conditions for breakthroughs as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Just as he was now, Meng Qingshan was about to break through this Internal cultivation technique to the twelfth layer.

He observed two streams of true qi circulating within his body. One flowed gently like a stream, while the other surged like a mighty river.

He felt these two streams of true qi traversing his meridians. One side of his body was bone-chillingly cold, with sluggish Vitality, while the other side was unbearably hot, with boiling Vitality. This state was difficult for him to describe in words.

He deeply felt the vastly different ways these two streams of true qi flowed through his meridians: one was like a slow-moving mystical tortoise, crawling sluggishly through his meridians; the other was like an agile flood dragon, swiftly weaving through the meridians within his body.

One side of his body was enveloped in a biting cold, his vitality seemingly about to freeze, sluggish and heavy;

while the other side felt as if it were burning in a fierce fire, intensely hot, his blood surging like boiling water.

These two diametrically opposed sensations intertwined at the same time, occurring within him, causing him immense pain at this moment.

At this time, Meng Qingshan's body was enveloped in a faint layer of light, a clear sign of his internal energy overflowing.