Yu Ci strolled through the mountain forest after the snow. The crisp, chilly air brushed across his face, yet his chest burned hot, the warmth streaming endlessly through every part of his body. Even on a winter morning, he felt exhilarated, and the skin exposed on his cheeks held not the slightest chill.
He stretched out his hand and clenched it tightly. Though there was nothing within it, Yu Ci felt richly rewarded.
Xie Liang had taken his leave last night and headed straight for the Sky Rift front. Before departing, however, he had confirmed once more that once Yu Ci mastered the Qi Infusion Method, he would be qualified to study the "Xuan Yuan Gen Ben Qi Fa" under him and receive the orthodox mystic sect's Innate Qi Refining Technique.
Given Xie Liang's temperament, that counted as a promise. It would not change because of Old Daoist Yu Zhou's schemes.
Yu Ci drew several deep breaths of cold air, cooling his blazing emotions. It could be said that only a windowpane separated him from the art of immortality, but he absolutely could not believe that pane would be easily pierced. Though he did not agree with certain theories of the old Daoist, there was one point he took very seriously:
Immortality had never come from imagination; there was only the path of practice.
Though hope lay ahead, Yu Ci still had to plant his feet firmly in reality and face the difficulties before him.
The Qi Infusion Method! If he wanted to obtain the "Xuan Yuan Gen Ben Qi Fa," he first had to clear the hurdle of the Qi Infusion Method.
Yesterday, in Xiande Hall, he had seen it as well. Among the outer disciples and visiting Daoists filling the hall, there were no shortage of experts who