When Li Qian's attention fell upon those words, he imdiately received streams of invisible information.
After a long while, he couldn't help but widen his eyes in excitent, his face revealing a trace of ecstatic joy.
"System, it's actually the Golden Finger necessary for every transmigrator."
When he had just transmigrated, he also fantasized about having a Golden Finger by his side, but even after becoming a servant disciple of the Divine Sword Sect, he didn't see any system or Golden Finger appear.
He had already let go of such thoughts and completely submitted to reality, just aiming to beco a base level martial artist, to learn a skill for survival, and then leave the mountain to start a family and establish a business—thinking that would be enough to make his transmigration worthwhile.
After becoming the bell-ringer, he actually activated a system.
"This system is amazing, as long as the Chen Bell isn't damaged, I can live forever. Moreover, striking the bell once a day allows to forge the Chen Bell, and if I persist for a hundred days, I can upgrade this ordinary bell... The higher the level of the Sacrificial Artifact Chen Bell, the greater its strength and might, the harder it is to destroy, and even the sound produced by striking the bell can help in comprehending martial arts, strengthening my physical body, and cultivating my Inner Strength, all of which have an enhancing effect."
Li Qian was overjoyed.
At this mont, the Chen Bell was his treasure.
Whoever prevented him from being the bell-ringer was his enemy.
He was determined to keep this job as the bell-ringer.
No one should even think of taking this position away from him.
Li Qian walked around the Chen Bell several tis, vaguely sensing an indescribable and mysterious connection between himself and the bell.
When he closed his eyes, an ethereal image of the Chen Bell even appeared in his mind.
"I wonder if this Chen Bell can be refined to a certain extent, can it be absorbed into my body?"
Li Qian thought silently.
These Sacrificial Artifacts sounded sowhat similar to the magical treasures in web novels... If it couldn't be absorbed into the body, it wouldn't be safe to always leave it out.
Of course, he didn't have this idea for now.
The Chen Bell was still the property of the Divine Sword Sect.
"Li Qian, ti for breakfast."
After a while, Old Song's voice ca from downstairs.
"Alright, Old Song."
Li Qian touched the thick body of the Chen Bell then imdiately turned and went downstairs.
Today's breakfast was rice porridge, but it had a dicinal fragrance as it contained Qi Blood Powder.
This kind of dicinal powder was essential for dicinal cuisine, greatly beneficial to martial artists, nourishing the body and enhancing one's constitution.
This was the treatnt for a servant disciple.
If he were an official disciple, the treatnt would surely be even better.
There was also a piece of dried at.
It's said that this dried at was not from ordinary livestock, but was from animals fed a special Qi Blood Powder, making the at more nutritious and beneficial for blood and energy replenishnt.
It tasted quite good, similar to beef jerky from his previous life, and was very chewy.
After finishing a big bowl of Qi Blood Porridge and consuming a large piece of dried at, Li Qian actually felt a bit full and comfortable, with a warm and cozy sensation all over his body.
Don't look at how old Old Song was, but his appetite was even greater than Li Qian's, as he ate two bowls of porridge and three large pieces of dried at.
It seems that a martial artist's appetite is indeed astonishing.
"There's still so ti left, this is the perfect mont to practice. Even if I can't develop Qi sense, it can still strengthen the body and aid digestion," said Old Song after he finished eating, then sat down cross-legged to practice.
Li Qian went up to the bell tower.
He began to demonstrate the Sword Stabbing Fist he had recently learned.
This was a basic fist technique of the Divine Sword Sect, which also contained so fundantals of swordsmanship, and mastering this fist would allow one to easily transition to practicing swordsmanship.
This Sword Stabbing Fist was a mandatory martial art for new servant disciples.
To obtain better martial arts later required the exchange of contribution points.
The work of a servant disciple, in addition to earning salary and basic cultivation resources, also earned a small number of contribution points, which could be quite valuable if accumulated over ti.
After practicing for a while, Li Qian felt his body heat up and was very comfortable.
However, he didn't perceive any Qi sense.
Nor did he care.
Old Song had said, it was normal to develop Qi sense in three to five months.
Besides, he now had a system that allowed him to forge the Chen Bell; becoming a martial artist was just a matter of ti.
When it was almost the hour of the Chen, Li Qian once again got ready.
Old Song watched attentively from the side.
Still quite responsible.
This ti, Li Qian rang the Chen Bell successfully.
Twice in one attempt.
As the tolling of the bell resonated, Li Qian suddenly felt a sense of great enlightennt, as if the problems he faced while practicing Sword Stabbing Fist were now brightly illuminated.
Moreover, his body experienced a strange, tingling sensation that lasted for a long ti as the sound of the bell transmitted.
"This must be the comprehension and body-cleansing effects contained within the Sacrifical Artifact Chen Bell's tolling."
Li Qian thought to himself.
Now it seed to have an ordinary effect, but if this continues over ti, there would inevitably be a transformation.
He then summoned the system interface.
Under the Sacrificial Artifact category, the refining progress of the Chen Bell was still at 1.
Indeed, only the first bell toll of the day had a refining effect.
In the following period, Li Qian would go to sleep on ti at the hour of the Dog and rise at one or two monts within the hour of the Tiger.
At first, he wasn't accustod to it.
As he got used to it, he could wake up without needing Elder Song's calls.
Elder Song would still watch over his daily bell ringing, fearing that Li Qian might make a mistake.
And just like that, a month went by.
Li Qian also adapted to the monotonous and solitary life of a bell-ringer.
He almost never went down the mountain.
Every day, apart from practicing martial arts, tolling the bell, and daydreaming, he would occasionally talk with Elder Song and ask for so martial arts tips.
And Elder Song would also share so strange tales and anecdotes.
"Elder Song, why do you always stay at Divine Sword Sect?"
After so ti, Li Qian had beco much more casual around Elder Song and was no longer as cautious and apprehensive as before.
Apart from being serious during the bell tolling, Elder Song was quite easy-going at other tis and rarely acted superior in front of Li Qian.
"Why are you asking this?"
Elder Song gave Li Qian a sharp look, obviously not keen to discuss this matter.
Then, he casually picked up the wine gourd placed beside him and walked away with a slightly staggering gait.
"It seems Elder Song has a story."
Li Qian thought to himself.
However, he didn't have much desire to probe such matters; he had rely asked out of curiosity.
So he looked at the hourglass and then stood up and went to the top of the bell tower.
His practice ti was now set; it was after tolling the bell, using the enlightennt and body-cleansing effect of the bell's sound to further practice Sword Stabbing Fist.
He felt the effect was much better.
Over the span of a month, he felt his body had beco much stronger, and the originally weak physique now had outlines of muscles.
When the hour of the Snake ca, Li Qian began to toll the bell.
He struck it three tis.
Elder Song was not there.
Several days ago, Elder Song had already stopped watching over him.
Nevertheless, Li Qian still felt that Elder Song was keeping an eye on him from the shadows when he was ringing the bell.
Not far away, Elder Song withdrew his gaze and continued to take a sip of his drink.
Atop the bell tower.
Li Qian felt his mind clear and his body warmly tingling in an excellent state.
So he hurriedly began to practice Sword Stabbing Fist right beside the Chen Bell.
His movents had reached the level of flowing water, with a highly aesthetic quality.
All of a sudden, he keenly sensed a sudden heat below the navel in his abdon.
"Is this Qi sense?"
He recalled Elder Song saying that upon experiencing Qi sense, one would feel an abnormal heat in the area below the navel.
Does that an he had finally entered the realm of Qi sense?
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