After sending all the messages, the Yuan Mu retrieved the grayish-white seashell.
After doing all this, he slowly turned around, his narrow eyes slightly turned to the side, landing on Hongyi, who was slumped on the ground not far away, a cold indifference flashing in his eyes.
"Can't you see Dean Hong is injured? Hurry up and help him up!"
As the cold shout fell, the several cultivators standing behind him, bowing, shuddered and quickly stepped out of the crowd to surround Hongyi.
At this moment, Hongyi was seriously injured, and the counterattack of that restriction was completely beyond his ability to resist.
Two cultivators carefully helped him up, and one of them quickly took out a dark, round pill from his pocket and stuffed it into Hongyi's mouth without saying a word.
This is a unique Life-Restoring Pill from the Hidden-Heaven Realm, refined using the inner cores and Essence Blood of Wasteland Demon Beast from the wilderness.
As the medicine took effect, Hongyi gradually returned to normal.
After confirming that he was not in immediate danger, the cultivators respectfully helped him stand firmly behind the Yuan Mu.
Just then, the grayish-white seashell on the Yuan Mu lit up again.
His eyes flickered, and he immediately raised his hand to transfer a Primordial Qi.
The seashell trembled, and a voice spread across the Wasteland: A waiter at the Yunting City Far-Reaching Inn was brutally murdered. There was no fluctuation of Primordial Qi at the scene, and the murderer is suspected to be a top-level body cultivator.
Yuan Mu's gaze suddenly darkened. He glanced sideways at the group of cultivators behind him, each with a different expression, and spoke in a deep, resonant voice:
"You all witnessed what happened. Spiritual Power barrier appeared in the Wasteland, and a murder occurred in the city. This outsider is very likely hiding in Yunting City!"
He paused, his tone growing increasingly cold. "I won't hide it from you, this thorough investigation of extraterrestrial cultivators wasn't ordered by the Imperial City. The real mastermind is the Heaven-Escaping Pavilion!"
Upon hearing this, the crowd behind him erupted in uproar, with suppressed whispers rising and falling.
"It's actually the Heaven-Escaping Pavilion..."
"No wonder Lord Yuan valued it so much!"
Yuan Mu took in everyone's expressions, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips:
"You are all among the best in Yunting City, and I know perfectly well who is secretly close to the Imperial City."
"But I'm putting my words here today!"
His gaze swept over the crowd. " The Imperial City is corrupt and stagnant, powerless to change the fate of the Hidden-Heaven Realm. Only the Heaven-Escaping Pavilion can save our Hidden-Heaven Realm from this dire situation!"
"Anyone who dares to defy the will of the Heaven-Escaping Pavilion will be making an enemy of the entire Hidden-Heaven Realm!"
Everyone nodded in agreement, daring not to object.
The Yuan Mu nodded in satisfaction and waved his hand:
"Let's go! In the next couple of days, the upper echelons of the Heaven-Escaping Pavilion will send people down to conduct a city-wide search. Don't slack off when you get back. If you can find this extraterrestrial martial artist in advance, you'll be able to hold your head high in front of the envoy, and your future will be bright!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yuan Mu led the group and quickly flew towards Yunting City.
On the other side.
Zhou Qi sat back in his room, his fingertips tracing the yellowed pages of the book, and slowly opened the < Essence-Gathering Art >.
This Essence-Gathering Art is a complete set, without any distinction between upper, middle, and lower levels.
The system notification appeared the instant the book pages were opened.
[Currently detected Cultivation Method: < Essence-Gathering Art >]
[Proficiency: 0/25000]
Zhou Qi's gaze narrowed slightly, a faint sigh passing through his heart.
The value is 25000.
Over the years, the Cultivation Method he has practiced have cost tens of millions of coins each, and by the time he reached the Spirit Transformation Late Stage, they were approaching a hundred million.
This number was as simple as a joke to him.
At his current mental speed, seven minutes should be more than enough.
Zhou Qi calmed his mind and immediately entered a state of cultivation.
Seven minutes passed in the blink of an eye.
Zhou Qi instantly progressed from a beginner to the Great Perfection of cultivation.
Only after thoroughly studying it did Zhou Qi suddenly understand the difference between Primordial Qi and Spiritual Qi.
They share the same origin and even operate in the same direction.
However, there is a slight difference: a person only has one dantian.
As the Primordial Qi in the air entered his body, Zhou Qi could clearly sense that it had undergone a certain fusion reaction with the Spiritual Qi.
Although the Primordial Qi was extremely scarce, the color of the part where it met the Spiritual Qi had already changed.
The color of Primordial Qi is silvery-white, while Spiritual Qi is translucent.
But when the two merged, they transformed into a wisp of pure, radiant, and gentle pale golden energy.
Zhou Qi frowned, and with a thought, he directly extracted the newly formed pale golden fusion energy from his dantian.
As Zhou Qi observed, he realized that this pale golden power seemed to fit him better, and its operation and flow were much smoother than that of a single type of Spiritual Qi.
This means that, all else being equal, the smoother your operation, the earlier the attack will be launched.
In addition, the destructive power, penetrating power, and explosive power of this pale golden energy are all doubled, making it far more lethal than the two single energies.
What alarmed Zhou Qi even more was that, with the slightest thought, this wisp of pale golden energy could switch forms at will, freely transforming between silvery-white Primordial Qi and translucent Spiritual Qi.
A sudden realization dawned on me.
Neither the Primordial Qi nor the Spiritual Qi cultivated by oneself is the origin of cultivation.
Each exists in a state of incompleteness, with its own shortcomings.
Only the new energy born from the fusion of the two can be the true foundation for returning to one's origin.
In a short time, Zhou Qi had roughly figured out why, in the past million years, no one in the entire Profound Spirit Realm had become an immortal.
They haven't even Tribulation Transcendence Realm.
It turns out that the Cultivation Method has irreconcilable drawbacks.
Zhou Qi gazed at the pale golden light flowing before him, pondered for a moment, and then spoke softly:
"Since that's the case, then I'll call you Primordial Spirit."
Zhou Qi no longer focused on studying the power of origin, but instead calmed his mind and continued to accumulate Cultivation Method in the < Essence-Gathering Art >.
The daytime passed in the blink of an eye. Hong Biaoceng had made a special trip here once, and when he pushed open the door, he saw Zhou Qi cultivating, so he didn't disturb him too much.
He casually told her to focus on her cultivation before turning away to continue managing the affairs of the martial arts academy.
The glow of fluorite outside means that night has arrived.
Zhou Qi, who had been sitting cross-legged in meditation, slowly opened his eyes.
With a thought, the proficiency level displayed clearly on the System Panel.
In just one day of quiet, arduous cultivation, he managed to accumulate two million points of proficiency in the < Essence-Gathering Art >.
If he could find Cultivation Method for the Condensed Origin Pivot Realm, he could advance to the next level on the spot.
Zhou Qi glanced at the time; he could still hear noises coming from outside.
He calmed himself down and continued to sit quietly.
Two more hours passed quietly.
As night deepened, the lights in the martial arts academy became sparse, and most of the disciples on duty became lax and relaxed, lowering their guard to a minimum.
[Accumulated Proficiency Balance: 3,060,000]
The moment the numbers froze, Zhou Qi suddenly opened his eyes.
The time has come.
He moved swiftly, raising his hand to retrieve a set of night clothes from the Storage Pendant around his neck.
The Formless Secret Art cannot be used in this world. Since the Secret Method is driven by Spiritual Power, it seems particularly out of place in this world without Spiritual Power.
With a flash, the figure slipped out of the wooden window and ran towards the inner courtyard.
The night was deep, and the lights in front of the Cultivation Arts Hall were dim. A young disciple on duty leaned against the door frame, his eyelids drooping, yawning listlessly.
Zhou Qi remained hidden in the shadows, his gaze sweeping over the disciple on duty.
With a flick of his fingertip, a subtle burst of energy carrying a heavy silver ingot landed almost silently on the bluestone slab in the courtyard beside the disciple on duty.
Upon hearing the sound, the disciple on duty instantly perked up, turned his head sharply, and immediately spotted the glittering silver ingots on the stone slab. His eyes lit up with joy, and he quickly stepped forward, bent down, and picked them up.