One day later, Qin Tiexin opened his eyes helplessly.
The injuries on his body have almost recovered, and even the sluggish feeling in his left leg has completely disappeared.
Although his spiritual power and Qi and Blood are gone, his physical fitness is still there.
Those were all flesh wounds, the muscles and bones were not broken, and the internal organs were not broken. With his Peak of the Qi and Blood Realm foundation, he would be fine after just a sleep.
The wound on the back that was opened by gravel has healed, leaving only a strip of tender new flesh.
But for him, the real problem wasn't the wounds.
Qin Tiexin sat cross-legged on the kang, put his hands on his knees, and made the Primordial Unity Instruction sign.
He closed his eyes and ran Primordial Unity Instruction, with the tip of his tongue touching the roof of his mouth, and his consciousness sank into Dantian.
The white gold bead in Dantian rotates slowly, waiting for Spiritual Qi to pour in.
The feeling of Qi came, but it was extremely weak.
The Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi that was so thin in all directions that it was almost non-existent was pulled over by him and drilled into the meridians along with his breathing.
One Sunday.
Two Sundays.
After three weeks of running, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.
Dantian is empty.
Not to mention a drop of spiritual fluid, not even Spiritual Qi mist.
Qin Tiexin opened his eyes, and there was a trace of uncontrollable solemnity in his eyes.
The Spiritual Qi in this place is so thin that it can be ignored.
He used to practice at the Flowing Cloud Sect, with Spirit Stone piled around him, and Spiritual Qi so thick that it condensed into white mist.
Later, I entered the Royal Spirit Vein to practice, and my training was ten times better than outside.
It's good now, it's slower than when he first entered the world of immortality.
It's not like he has never been to a place where Spiritual Qi is thin. Unless it is a Spiritual Qi isolated place, as long as he is in Azure Xuan Region or Heavenly South Domain, no matter how thin the Spiritual Qi is, he can still condense about half a cup of spiritual fluid in one day.
But it's different here.
The Spiritual Qi here is not "thin", it is close to thin.
He refused to give up and kept running for a day with his eyes closed.
The sun outside the window moved from the east to the top of his head. When he opened his eyes again, the room was already dark.
When the palm of the hand was spread out, Dantian was completely empty, not even a trace of Spiritual Qi's remaining warmth was left.
One day of training in vain.
The courtyard door was pushed open.
First, two and a half-year-old boys came in carrying a large wooden basin. In the basin was a whole lamb that was roasted to a buttery shine and was still steaming.
Following behind was the village chief, holding a pottery bowl in his hand, followed by several women holding thick flour cakes and a jar of water.
"Immortal, are you awake?" the village chief smiled apologetically, "Eat it while it's hot. It was slaughtered in the morning and it's still hot."
Qin Tiexin You're welcome.
Since the spiritual power cannot be restored, then use food to restore Qi and Blood first, and then repay them after you recover.
He stretched out his hand and lifted the sheep out of the basin.
With a flick of his wrist, the whole sheep was turned around in his hand like a little chicken.
He gently tore off a hind leg, stuffed it into his mouth in three or two mouthfuls, chewed the meat and tendons, and the bones cracked between his teeth with a "click" sound, and he swallowed it.
The woman delivering the water shook her hand, and half of the water in the pottery bowl spilled out.
Qin Tiexin didn't look up.
He pulled the meat with one hand and broke the bones with the other.
The roasted lamb disappeared in his hands at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Not only was the meat gone, but he also pulled out the mutton bones one by one, chewed them up and swallowed them.
A whole sheep is worth less than one stick of incense.
He licked the oil from his fingertips and glanced at the basin.
The whole basin was empty.
"... Is there any more?" he asked, Qin Tiexin felt like he wasn't full. The key was that Fire of Life in his heart didn't respond at all.
The yard was quiet for a moment.
The village chief opened his mouth.
The two boys carrying the wooden basin looked at each other and ran towards the backyard.
"Yes, and wait a minute, immortal." The village chief immediately ordered to roast the second sheep.
"No need to bake it, just boil it."
Qin Tiexin explained "intimately" that cooking is faster than roasting after all.
Less than half an hour later, the second sheep was brought up.
Followed by the third one.
Qin Tiexin does not eat rudely, but has a sense of beauty in eating, but it is very fast.
The first sheep, he was still able to tear and eat at the same time.
On the second one, he directly hugged the sheep's body with both hands and started to chew it.
When the third one was brought up, he simply put the basin on the ground, picked up the whole one, gnawed it from head to toe, even the bones were not separated, and ate one piece into his mouth.
More and more villagers are watching.
No one spoke.
The village chief stood at the door, dumbfounded.
He has lived for more than sixty years and has seen edible things, but never anything so edible.
Three sheep were enough to feed one family in the village for half a month, and the immortal finished them in one meal.
The half-grown children behind the village chief had their eyes widened and their chins almost dropped to their chests.
Three sheep.
Three whole sheep, in less than an hour, there was not even a single bone left.
Qin Tiexin ignored them, wiped his hands and sat back on the bed.
Sit cross-legged and run "True Fire Furnace Scripture".
After a moment, he opened his eyes and sighed softly.
No, Fire of Life has no response at all.
He could feel that after eating the three bites of sheep, it turned into a very faint warmth, falling down his throat and into his stomach.
But it dispersed before it reached the heart, and Qi and Blood showed no signs of rebounding.
It's not a matter of his appetite.
The Qi and Blood content in the flesh and blood of these mortal beasts is too low. For his Peak of the Qi and Blood Realm body, it is not even enough to fill the gap between his teeth.
The village chief seemed to notice Qin Tiexin's disappointment. He came forward and cautiously spoke:
"Immortal... you really have a good appetite."
You know, when Lin Feng came here seven years ago, he drank several bowls of porridge every day and refused to eat an extra grain of rice. This immortal was completely different. After eating three sheep, why did he still feel a little unsatisfied?
He paused and hesitated for a while, as if he mustered up a lot of courage:
"Is it... that these rough sheep have tainted the immortal's tongue? If it's not enough, I still have three cows at home, so let's slaughter them..."
"No, thank you to the village chief for your kindness."
Qin Tiexin waved his hand.
He didn't explain.
It's useless to explain. You can't tell a mortal: The Qi and Blood content of your sheep is less than one percent of the Demon Beast meat I had in my previous meal.
Moreover, Qin Tiexin knows that eating two or three sheep may make their income less, but cattle are important production tools. Once eaten, their farming will have problems.
He lowered his eyes and looked at his left hand.
On the ring finger, the storage ring made of white jade sits quietly, like an ordinary ring.
He tried to put a thought into it.
No response.
Tried again, still no response.
A storage ring, after recognizing its owner, must be activated by Divine Sense and spiritual power.
His spiritual power is zero now. Although Divine Sense is still there, he has no spiritual power to guide him, just like a person who has a key but no hands and cannot insert it into a keyhole.
The elixir is inside.
Spirit Stone is inside.
Even most of the Demon Beast meat stored before is also in the Storage Bag inside.
Qin Tiexin stared at the ring for a long time.
Without spiritual power, the storage ring cannot be opened.
If the storage ring cannot be opened, there will be no Spirit Stone, no elixir, and no Demon Beast meat.
Without these, spiritual power cannot be restored.
He seemed to be trapped in an endless loop.
Although his physical fitness is far better than that of ordinary people, there is no need to worry about danger.
The strongest man in the village, he can hit someone three feet away with one slap.
But without spiritual power and Qi and Blood in my body, I feel a little panicked.
The village chief was very sensible and noticed that Qin Tiexin was in a bad mood. He did not want to disturb the immortal any more, and quietly retreated with the others. The courtyard door was gently closed, leaving only an arranged house for Qin Tiexin to live in.
The house was the best in the village, with three main rooms, solid earth walls, a new thatched roof, freshly dried bedding, and a newly made wooden table in the room.
Before the village chief left, he repeatedly told them that if there was any problem, he must tell them. If there was anything missing, the whole village would have nothing to say.
The yard became quiet, and Qin Tiexin sat cross-legged on the bed, having not slept all night.
Early the next morning, the door creaked open a crack.
A little head poked in.
She is a girl of fourteen or fifteen years old, with two thick braids, the ends of her hair are a little frizzy, a round face, and two rouge blushes on her cheekbones.
He was wearing a slightly old coarse cloth jacket, with the cuffs rolled up to his elbows, revealing two hands that were a little tanned by the sun and with a few fresh cuts on the backs. It looked like they were cut from picking herbs in the mountains.
Qin Tiexin has some impression of her. When he came out of the cave, he was discovered by this little girl.
Listening to their conversation, it seems that the little girl's name is Sun Aji.
She was holding a wooden food box in both hands, and her fingers were trembling slightly.
The village chief said that the immortal seemed to be in a bad mood. Sun Aji was the first to see the immortal and would not arouse the immortal's resentment, so he asked her to deliver food to the immortal and ask the immortal if there was anything he needed help with.
But when Sun Aji looked at Qin Tiexin, who was nearly twice his height and as strong as a black bear, he couldn't help but feel a little scared.
Coupled with his status as an "immortal", Sun Aji spent a long time at the door mentally building up before boldly opening the door.
"Immortal, Immortal..."
Her voice was as thin as a mosquito's hum, and she lowered her head as soon as she entered the door, not daring to raise her eyes.
The food box was placed on the table. The meal was very simple, consisting of a bowl of corn porridge, a plate of pickles, and two semolina pancakes.
"Water, water is in the urn..."
After she finished speaking, she wanted to retreat. When she retreated to the door, she couldn't help but secretly raise her eyes and glanced up. She met Qin Tiexin's gaze, which frightened her and quickly lowered her head again. The tips of her ears turned red.
"What's your name?"
Looking at the little girl standing at the door, Qin Tiexin asked.
"My name is Sun Aji..." she added in a low voice, thinking to herself that the immortal's voice was quite nice, it didn't have that rough voice, and instead sounded like a teenager.
"The village chief asked me... to deliver food to the immortals every day. When the immortals finish eating, I will take away the dishes and clean them."
Qin Tiexin looked at her.
This girl, from the moment she walked in until now, her knees have been slightly stretched, like a deer ready to run at any moment.
He didn't say anything, but took a sip of the porridge. The rice smell was very rich.
Sun Aji then dared to quietly raise his eyes, looking at him with half awe and half concealed curiosity.
Like everyone in the village, they have never seen an "immortal" in their lives. The last time was seven years ago, when only a few people saw Lin Feng.
Although Qin Tiexin is tall and strong, his face is simple and honest with a hint of boyishness. He looks similar to the hunter brother at the west end of the village. Sun Aji is actually less nervous.
Qin Tiexin After finishing the porridge, he put down the bowl and suddenly said:
"Sun Aji."
The girl's shoulders shook.
"Here."
"Is there any place near you that has Spiritual Qi?"
He had the idea of treating a dead horse as a living horse, maybe the girl in front of him could provide some clues.
"Spiritual Qi?" Sun Aji blinked and his eyebrows knitted together, "What is that?"
Qin Tiexin thought about the wording and changed it.
Saying "Spiritual Qi" to a mortal is like playing the piano to a cow.
"It's the kind of place where the air is humid and smells particularly pleasant. As soon as you enter, your fatigue disappears."
Sun Aji blinked.
She obviously didn't understand it completely, but she thought about it seriously.
Then, her eyes lit up.
"Oh, yes!"
Her voice suddenly became louder. "It's the Fallen Immortal Mountain at the back."
She pointed out the window.
"Immortal, you came out of that mountain. I often go there to collect herbs. The air there smells very good. I feel comfortable all over after taking a breath. The herbs grow better than other places."
"I-I go there often."
Really??
Fallen Immortal Mountain??
Qin Tiexin stood up, and the edge of the kang creaked when he pressed it. With this movement, Sun Aji subconsciously took half a step back.
"Come on, take me there."
Qin Tiexin has already stepped towards the door.
Halfway through, he seemed to remember something, stopped, turned his head and glanced at the girl who was still there in a daze, and his tone was a little gentler than before:
"And --"
Sun Aji looks up.
"Don't call me a fairy."
Qin Tiexin paused.
"My surname is Qin."
"From now on... just call me Big Brother Qin."