For the rest of the night, Fang Xing did nothing but continuously eat chunk after chunk of toad at in order to feel the changes within his body. After swallowing and digesting the at, he would then ditate to convert all of its Jing into Qi. If it had been before, it would take only a single night before his body had completely exhausted itself. It was the sa principle behind a man going through ten different won one after another; no matter how strong the mans physique was, would he not still feel drained afterwards, let alone if he was at Fang Xings age?
Yet for this entire night, Fang Xing did not feel any discomfort, even after doing the conversion no fewer than ten tis.
The emptiness he would have felt before had beco nonexistent, once again proving his theory correct: the Jing from the toad at was like an additional supplent to his own supply, unlike the Hwajin. The Hwajin increased the concentration of Jing by drawing it from his bodys own reserves, but since he was converting an external source of Jing via the toad at, no harm would be done to his own source.
Using this process, Fang Xing gradually began to understand the reasons behind such changes.
Fang Xing noticed that every ti he consud a large quantity of the at, all of his blood would start circulating in a strange yet profound pattern, and it was this pattern that had caused his powerful digestive abilities. After he finally understood the thod, the [Book of Revelation] automatically activated itself.
Scripture of the Revered Spirit. Consu to absorb all for ones own use
Fang Xing was pleasantly surprised; the strange circulation of his blood was actually a cultivation technique. Its purpose was precisely to be able to digest and absorb spiritual things. Fang Xing excitedly believed that having this new technique was like having soone pave a new shortcut for the future of his cultivation advancent. To be able to potentially cultivate through endless conversions of Jing into Qi would not only make his advancents easier, but also faster than even those A-Ranked disciples!
Much faster!
Absorbing this toad at is too easy, and the amount of Jing is also too small to allow large incrents in my cultivation level; its much less than what the Demon Pellet gave. I wonder Fang Xings eyes glistened as he looked towards the toad in fascination, since the Demon Pellets main ingredient was a beast core, what would happen if I swallowed the core of this Python Toad?
Despite knowing how risky the idea was, in the spur of the mont, Fang Xing had daringly beco eager to give it a try.
Fang Xing imdiately grabbed hold of his dagger before making his way inside the toad. After a short search, he extracted a pearl the size of a longan fruit emitting a translucent ray of red. Once it was in his hands, there was a gentle and comforting warmth that seed to have excited all of the Qi within Fang Xings ridians, as though they were attracted by the condensed Qi within its core.
For Fang Xing, however, there was an indistinct yet noticeable sensation of fear towards the core of this Python Toad. This ca from the beast cores Qi suppression. After all, the Python Toad was a tier-four beast; as soone who had not even broken through into tier three, the amount of Qi between the two was incomparable. It was like a dwarf facing off against a giant.
F*ck it, Im gonna eat it! Though faced with such a fear, Fang Xing did not hesitate too long before making his decision. Ever since he was young, he had been imprinted deeply with a saying: From great danger cos great wealth.
With Fang Xings mouth wide open, the beast core was thrown inside andthrough a great amount of efforthe finally forced it down his throat before gagging and rolling his eyes. He then moved to sit with his legs crossed in the lotus position, intentionally circulating his blood in the pattern of the [Scripture of the Revered Spirit].
Before long, Fang Xing could feel a hot rush within his body. At first, it was like a trickle of water, but it soon beca a violent stream pounding against his ridians. His tiny body imdiately felt as though it was an overfilled balloon about to be popped, and each of his tens and thousands of pores were greeted with the pain of being ripped apart from the inside.
The bloating sensation was far stronger than what he had felt when he swallowed all three Hwajin at the sa ti. If it had to be compared, it was perhaps the sa as if he had swallowed a hundred at once.
Such a tender age, yet the hyperemia in Fang Xings lower body had made it the size of a wooden club. Simultaneously, uncontrollable fantasies of youth fully filled his mind.
He even rembered the only woman living at the bandit nest in Guiyan Valley. She was a valiant one, and Fang Xing had always called her Water Buffalo since the two lumps of fat sitting on her chest were each as large as an adults head, and none of the bandits dared to pursue her, no matter how low their standards were. To Fang Xing, the Water Buffalo was the ugliest woman in all of the realmsshe was ugliness itselfyet for so reason, as Fang Xing thought about her right at this mont, she actually seed to be quite alright.
Jing to Qi. His face red, his teeth clenched tightly, Fang Xing forced himself away from all of these crazy thoughts in order to concentrate on the conversion. The large amounts of Jing rushed into his body, the force as though small atomic bombs had exploded one after another before seeping their way into every inch of his ridians.
His body had been heated to an impossible temperature, his skin reflecting off red light as his blood boiled, and from afar, it looked as though he were sitting inside raging flas. The grass and vines within the imdiate vicinity had been baked and shriveled dry, as if a fire could form any mont now.
It was as though he was refining his physique and soul inside a boiling cauldron, and Fang Xing had to endure every inch of this pain. He wanted to jump up and run like a mad hound to relieve himself of the endless stream of this force, but he had to resist all the sa. If he did not fight against his urge, there could be only one ending: death.
The only way to surviveand to improve his cultivationwas to convert large amounts of Jing into Qi right now and then wait for the remaining Jing to disperse itself.
As Fang Xing started his Qi fluctuations around his ridians, the violent Jing began to convert into Qi one thread at a ti until it sped up into vast streams of Qi that charged back into his ridians. The amount of Qi within seed to boundlessly increase andmuch like when a stream is suddenly filled with a large influx of waterthat stream was forced into the size of a river.
Fang Xings ridians soon reached the maximum capacity they could contain, and the Qi began to disperse without end. The storage capacity of a persons ridians was limited based on their tier. Once the maximum capacity had been reached, any extra Qi would be wasted.
Unless.
Ti for a breakthrough! Once his body had been filled completely, Fang Xing clenched his teeth and forcefully took control over the Qi, guiding it towards his limit.
BANG
First attempt: failed.
The Qi within Fang Xing was shattered and his ridians ached with sharp pain. Normally, Fang Xing would first calm his Qi and regain control of his ridians while waiting for the next mont while his Qi storage was refilled. This ti, however, he did not need to care about all of these things; even when the breakthrough had failed, the amount of Jing waiting to be converted inside him was very plentiful.
With a great speed, Fang Xing quickly converted the Jing into just enough Qi for a second attempt.
BANG
Still failed!
Fang Xing gritted his teeth and endured the pain of another failed breakthrough.
Third attempt!
Each of these attempts saw his pores open and close, each ti releasing small amounts of putrid-slling impurities from within his body.
Seventh attempt!
The expressions on Fang Xings tiny face appeared twisted. He began his seventh attempt as though his life depended upon it.
BOOOM!
Right at this mont, sothing seed to have been smashed broken, as the Qi used for this attempt rushed on without any obstacle just like that of a violent river streaming into a large lake. After it had arrived at the lake, regardless of how fast the rapids had been, it seed to finally calm down.
Spirit Stage tier three!
It did not just stop there. The beast core was still being absorbed and its Jing was like a torrential rainfall pouring right into Fang Xings body. Even he couldnt suppress his joy as he continued to repeat the sa process of converting and refilling.
His level of cultivation was still increasing, like waves of an ocean during a thunderstorm.
Spirit Stage early third tier
Spirit Stage middle third tier
It continued until his level of cultivation closed in towards the late third tier of Spirit Stage before Fang Xing felt sothing suddenly relax. The ample rush of Jing had completely disappeared, showing he had finished absorbing the Python Toads beast core.
Fang Xing was now only a small step away from reaching Spirit Stage late tier three.
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