Inside the thatched cottage, an oil lamp drove back the darkness.
Seated at the desk, his expression solemn, Jiang Chen took the storage pouch from his sleeve.
"The previous owner only inherited the Qi Induction Technique. The inheritance for the Qi Condensation stage should be inside this storage pouch. I wonder what mysteries it holds."
With that thought, Jiang Chen did not hesitate. He sent a wisp of true qi into the storage pouch.
The next instant, the originally drab storage pouch gleamed with spiritual light, and its tightly shut opening silently opened.
"Little Formless Scripture. Is this the inheritance White Crane Daoist left behind?"
Taking out a Daoist scripture and sensing its spiritual resonance, Jiang Chen's gaze shifted slightly.
This Daoist scripture was not made of paper, but of the hide of some demonic beast. Its cover was pale violet and contained an indescribable rhythm. Gazing at it for too long would quietly calm one's heart.
Having only just entered the Qi Condensation stage, however, Jiang Chen was not in a hurry to study the mysteries of the cultivation method. Instead, he picked up another book. Compared to the Little Formless Scripture, this book was far more ordinary. White Crane Daoist had written it himself, recording some of his experiences and insights into cultivation.
With a trace of curiosity, Jiang Chen opened the book. He wanted to see what cultivation looked like through White Crane Daoist's eyes. It was at this moment that the fog surrounding cultivation began to lift before him.
"The human body is a small world, complete with yin and yang and the five elements. Though they are not absolutely balanced, most people do not possess any major elemental inclination. Precisely because of this, the attribute of a Qi Condensation cultivator's true qi is basically determined