Chapter 470: Chapter 284: The Silent Master of You Huang Country_2

If it could be said that other cultivators need to refine Spiritual Qi that is as rebellious as wild lions, untamed horses, or even stubbornly defiant young girls.

Then the Spiritual Qi that Feng Qing’an introduces into his body is like an intelligent older sister, ripe as a honey peach; just a glance, a simple gesture, and she can strike various satisfying poses, making the interaction extremely comfortable and effortless, without any need to expend mental energy.

Because the Spiritual Qi that flowed into his body was so cooperative, Feng Qing’an did not feel any difficulty in refining Spiritual Qi. By the time he had reached the step of extracting the Spiritual Qi, after carefully inspecting it inside and out three times, he found no impurities that needed to be extracted.

As a result, what Feng Qing’an had to face was the final step: According to the “Six Yin Netherworld Immortal Scripture”, he would convert these already refined and pure Spiritual Qi into Netherworld True Qi.

But this step, which seemed to be the most mentally exhausting, still differed for Feng Qing’an compared to that young Sect Leader from years ago. The Qi that he had refined was even more proactive.

This level of ease and effortlessness, even gave Feng Qing’an the illusion that he could just lie down and enjoy, allowing the Qi to move on its own, taking the form that he found most satisfying.

In less than a moment’s time, a deep and icy strand of True Qi appeared in the sea of Qi in Feng Qing’an’s Dantian. Even for talented cultivators, this amount of time was barely enough for a moment’s meditation.

But Feng Qing’an had already completed the most difficult task in the first stage of cultivation, and what he would do next was to continue repeating what he had just done until he reached his limit of endurance.

“That guy boasts himself as the ‘Ghost Path’s Chosen One’, conglomerating 187 strands of True Qi, opening up his immortal veins, emanating the three-grade Ghost Path phenomena, the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, and even further evolving this phenomena, about to advance it to the second-grade, Hell of Thousands of Ghosts.”

Although the cultivation memories of that young Sect Leader had almost lost their referential value to him at the moment, there were some that he could still take a look at and compare to give Feng Qing’an something of an idea.

Qi condensation is the preparation before establishing the Dao Foundation, opening up the Immortal Veins. The grades of the phenomena that are derived from them determine a cultivator’s future prospects, although this is not absolute.

The grade levels of the phenomena could be promoted, but unless the practitioner himself has sky-defying abilities, or encounters a life-changing opportunity, they generally remain fixed.

The grade of the vein phenomena is closely related to the grade of the Yuan Dan formed in the Yuan Dan Realm. A three-grade phenomena can’t form a two-grade golden pill, but the converse is possible. This is because the grade of the vein phenomena represents the limit a cultivator can reach,it is a reflection of a cultivator’s innate talent, aptitude, and comprehension of the Dao.

“The grade of the vein phenomena is basically determined by the amount of True Qi. The more True Qi condensed, the higher the grade of the vein phenomena that evolve from the opened Immortal Veins.

More than a hundred strands of True Qi can condense into a three-grade phenomena; three hundred strands of True Qi is basically a first-grade phenomena. If one can reach this level and achieve Human Immortal Dao, there should basically be no problem.”

Feng Qing’an carefully read through all the cultivation-related information because the speed at which True Qi was accumulating inside his body was frighteningly fast now. It had reached the point he had just thought of – just lying down and letting the Qi put himself in a comfortable position, moving on its own.

“Three hundred strands of True Qi can form a first-grade, what is beyond first-grade?”

Feng Qing’an couldn’t help but raise such a question because in just half an hour’s time, the True Qi in his body had already exceeded fifty strands, and the speed of his condensation was getting faster and faster.

The first strand of True Qi that took half a moment to form seemed a bit sour compared to the True Qi that is almost formed in a breath now.

With this kind of speed of refining Qi, accumulating it, and transforming it into True Qi, especially with the completely effortless and easy-going physique that Feng Qing’an possessed at this moment, even he himself was a little overwhelmed because it was too outrageous.

This situation had already exceeded the cognition of a genius of the demonic path. According to his experience, this would be an impossible occurrence. It was simply inconceivable that one could condense such an amount of True Qi in just half an hour for the first time training.

Given this momentum, Feng Qing’an had enough confidence that the True Qi he would condense for the first time would definitely exceed three hundred strands, probably even far more than that. So he couldn’t help but ask, above the first-grade, is there a higher grade of vein phenomena?

Since he had just inquired with Dong Huang, Feng Qing’an waited for two more hours until he was unable to hold back any longer when he opened his eyes and saw himself filling with Dark and Profound Six Yin Netherworld True Qi, the number of it is heading towards 300, which had already evolved into a Qi Sea.

“Dong Huang, I want to ask you about something.”

“Go ahead.”

The voice of the mistress of the You Huang Ghost Country was very calm at the moment, but there was a hint of curiosity in her calmness because she knew that Feng Qing’an had started to practice Qi and if he asked her a question at this moment, he must have encountered some problem in his cultivation.

Cultivating Qi running into a problem? There’s no way. So, is there a quandary in Qi refinement?

Before Feng Qing’an could ask his question, several thoughts had already flashed through Donghuang’s mind, even contemplating on how to answer the queries of this reincarnated fairy monarch.

However, Donghuang quickly realized she had underestimated the reincarnated Immortal Monarch. The question he asked was entirely different from what she had expected. It was a question that a beginning practitioner should not worry about.

“Donghuang, cultivating three hundred True Qi can evolve into a first-grade pulse. What if it goes beyond three hundred, reaching four hundred or even six hundred True Qi, what grade of pulse will evolve? Is there something higher than first-grade pulse?”

“Have you cultivated True Qi as of now?”

Hearing Feng Qing’an’s question, Donghuang couldn’t help but furrow her brows.

If any other beginner asked such a question, she would already have spoken out in scorn, and even refuse to answer, thinking it was an absurdly ambitious desire.

But she can’t do that to Feng Qing’an. After all, he is a reincarnated Immortal Monarch. Even if he is a reincarnated powerful being, he couldn’t do this, especially since he hasn’t yet retrieved his memories from his past life.

“I’ve managed to cultivate it.”

Feng Qing’an stated calmly. He was not sure about his current status, especially since the so-called “Ghost Path’s Chosen One” recognized himself in the yin soul.

Compared to Donghuang, he was not in the same league. Perhaps his cultivation speed was somewhat ordinary compared to Donghuang, who was a genius prodigy. It was just average, orthodox?

“You’ve managed to cultivate it?!”

Donghuang went silent for a moment, then felt it was normal. It wasn’t surprising at all. It was usual for a reincarnated Immortal Monarch to have any kind of remarkable performance. But she still needed to advise him—cultivation seeks the path, and what it fears most is being impatient and overly ambitious.

“So, how many True Qi have you cultivated as of now?”

“Let me see, two hundred and eighty-nine. No, it’s two hundred and ninety.”

“What is the exact number?”

At this moment, the rulers of the You Huang Kingdom finally realized that something was wrong.

“Now it’s two hundred and ninety-one.”

“How much time do you need to cultivate one True Qi?”

“Three breaths? Probably less.”

There was a hint of uncertainty in Feng Qing’an’s voice.

Donghuang fell completely silent, making Feng Qing’an think she must have urgent matters to attend to, hence, no time to answer his question.

“Donghuang?”

“Show me the scriptures you’re currently cultivating.”

“Alright.”

Being only a marginal cultivation method, Feng Qing’an didn’t hesitate and sent it over. Then there was another long silence. Just as Feng Qing’an was about to call out, he heard Donghuang’s slightly hoarse response.

“Above First-Grade Pulse, there is Immortal Grade!”