Li Yan's days of cultivation began. He drew up a cultivation plan for himself. He no longer had to cultivate in secret as he had in Strategist Ji's residence, where it had felt like one meal hungry, the next full. Now, he could devote himself to it wholeheartedly.
Inside the cultivation room, Li Yan sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion with his eyes tightly shut, his face neither sorrowful nor joyful. Faint black qi curled around his body. With every breath in and out, the black qi outside him expanded and contracted rhythmically, over and over again.
Li Yan was immersed in self-forgetting cultivation. The faint black qi within his body slowly circulated through his meridians, taking roughly half an hour to return to the Purple Palace of his dantian, where it flowed into the water spiritual-power vat. With every circulation, the black qi seemed to deepen slightly in color, while the mist within the spiritual-power vat slowly rose.
Several hours later, Li Yan opened his eyes and felt as though his entire body were swelling with strength. He felt that if he encountered a Qi Condensation Realm expert like Seventh Senior Brother now, he would have the strength to fight. Of course, he knew this was merely false confidence brought on by his vigorous spirits after cultivation and his slight increase in strength. If they truly fought, the other man could probably kill him with a single finger.
The Gui Water True Scripture truly deserved to be one of the Immortal-Spirit Realm's oldest and most powerful inheritances. Those chosen by it found their cultivation method perfectly complementary to themselves. After every cultivation session, Li Yan felt his strength increase. Though the process was exceedingly slow, he could still sense the spiritual-power vat within him gradually filling.
Li Yan extended