In the shantytown, inside the house.
After eating his fill, Lin Changsheng rubbed his slightly distended belly.
He casually tossed the pots, bowls, and utensils aside, then lifted his foot and walked into the cultivation room.
He pushed open an extremely thick wooden door.
What met his eyes was a secret chamber that wasn’t large, only about thirty square meters.
However, the four rock walls appeared exceptionally thick and smooth.
They were entirely constructed from large, three-foot-square blue bricks, stacked tightly together and remarkably sturdy.
A deep sense of security naturally arose from them.
Cultivators cultivating most abhor being disturbed.
Therefore, even in a dilapidated shantytown, the seclusion chamber would be built as solid as a fortress; no Cultivator would dare to cut corners on this point.
After all, if something went wrong during cultivation, at best one would be seriously injured, and at worst, one would die.
This was no laughing matter.
In the center of the room, a simple, worn-out blue futon was placed.
Seeing this, Lin Changsheng quickly walked forward.
Then, he slowly sat cross-legged on the futon.
He slowly closed his eyes to rest, adjusted his breathing, and gradually entered a state of self-forgetfulness.
He slowly recalled the key points of cultivation, and according to his predecessor's experience, he continuously sensed the Spiritual Qi in the air.
Before long, even with his eyes closed, he could perceive the scattered Spiritual Qi around him.
The more mixed the Spiritual Root, such as metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, the less pure the Spiritual Qi felt, and the slower the cultivation.
This was also the reason for the slow cultivation of four or five Spiritual Roots.
He focused his intent on his Dantian and began to circulate the Heavenly Cycle according to the Cultivation Technique.
The abundant Spiritual Qi, like a reserved and beautiful woman, coyly resisted before slowly entering his body after a long while.
After one cycle of circulation, the Spiritual Qi was refined.
Subsequently, the Spiritual Qi in his Dantian increased by an imperceptible trace.
【Qi Condensation Art +1】
A prompt awakened Lin Changsheng, who was immersed in his cultivation.
He checked the panel.
【Realm: Qi Refining Third Layer Late Stage: 97/100】
【Cultivation Technique: Qi Condensation Art Proficiency: 96/300】.
Looking at the transparent panel before him, Lin Changsheng couldn't help but rub his chin, lost in thought.
The Cultivation Technique proficiency increased by one point, but the Realm remained unchanged, still at ninety-seven points of progress.
It seemed that Realm cultivation was not that quick and required him to accumulate it step by step.
Thus, to quickly improve his cultivation, Medicinal Pills and Spiritual Veins were indispensable.
The houses in the shantytown were only cheap.
The Spiritual Qi concentration was truly unsatisfactory, not even reaching the threshold of Low Grade first-tier.
If there were no Spirit Stones or Medicinal Pills to aid cultivation, even if he cultivated until it entered his body, he wouldn't reach the threshold of the Qi Refining Late Stage.
In the future, he still had to find a way to move into the city.
Not to mention the inner city, the Spiritual Qi concentration in the outer city alone was many times stronger than here.
However, all these things had to be planned gradually; he currently had no Spirit Stones.
In addition, one point was worth commending.
The Cultivation Technique he cultivated, the Qi Condensation Art, was a neutral Qi Refinement Stage Cultivation Technique from the Baiyun Sect.
Aside from some special Cultivation Techniques, this Cultivation Technique was upright and harmonious, most suitable for multi-Spiritual Root Cultivators to build a foundation.
Upon reaching the Foundation Establishment Stage, one could also switch to most Foundation Establishment Cultivation Techniques, which was quite good.
After closing the panel, Lin Changsheng did not rest but chose to continue Cultivating.
He held his breath and concentrated, mobilizing the absorbed Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi to gather in one place, then circulated the Heavenly Cycle according to the Cultivation Technique's route.
As time passed, he gradually entered a state of self-forgetfulness in his cultivation.
Unconsciously, another two hours passed.
At this point, Lin Changsheng felt a slight tingling sensation in his meridians.
Lin Changsheng was not unfamiliar with this feeling; a Cultivator's meridians in the Qi Refining Realm had not been tempered by Spiritual Qi, so the number of daily cultivation sessions was limited.
If he continued to force himself to Cultivate, it might cause damage to his body.
However, this situation would improve with the proficiency of the Cultivation Technique and the elevation of the Realm.
Especially upon reaching the Qi Refining Seventh Layer and the birth of Divine Sense, one could Cultivate for several times longer.
Seeing this, Lin Changsheng slowly concluded his cultivation, stopped, opened his eyes, and gently exhaled a breath of turbid Qi.
He calculated that currently, he could only Cultivate for two and a half hours a day, completing five Heavenly Cycles.
【Cultivation Technique: Qi Condensation Art Proficiency: 101/300】
【Realm: Qi Refining Third Layer Late Stage: 97/100】
His cultivation still showed no change.
Clearly, he wouldn't be able to Breakthrough to the Qi Refining Fourth Layer in a short time.
He could only first train the Cultivation Technique to the next Realm, which should increase his cultivation time and speed.
Five proficiency points a day, it would only take forty days to reach Minor Achievement in the Cultivation Technique, which wasn't too long.
Although the first cultivation session yielded minimal results, Lin Changsheng believed that with the System panel, it was enough to bridge the gap in Aptitude, and the path of immortal cultivation held great promise.
After finishing his cultivation, Lin Changsheng prepared to practice Spells.
“My cultivation is low; diligently cultivating Spells is the Righteous Path.
Whether for self-preservation or to acquire Spirit Stones, strength is a strong guarantee.”
Taking a deep breath, Lin Changsheng circulated the spiritual power within his body.
Golden Needle Technique +1.
He formed a hand seal, and a Golden Needle, about half a finger long and as thin as a few hairs, formed at his fingertip.
He flicked his finger.
The Golden Needle flew from his fingertip, shooting towards the wall.
There was a crisp "ding" sound.
The power was quite disappointing, leaving only a small hole a few inches deep in the wall.
Somewhat disappointed, but it was to be expected.
The Golden Needle Technique was merely an insect-removal Spell that came as an extra when farming.
Using it for combat was such an odd idea; throughout history, only Lin Changsheng would think of trying it.
Lin Changsheng also wanted to practice some Advanced Spells, but he was penniless.
Moreover, his original body only knew Fireball Technique and Golden Needle Technique, two offensive Spells.
The Fireball Technique consumed too much spiritual power, and he couldn't cast many.
Only the Golden Needle Technique could be practiced continuously, and perhaps after becoming proficient, it might have miraculous effects.
Taking a deep breath.
Lin Changsheng continuously activated the Golden Needle Technique, and the panel kept flashing "Golden Needle Technique +1, +1" prompts.
When his Spiritual Qi was exhausted, he would slowly meditate to recover, repeating this cycle.
Unconsciously, it was already past the third watch.
With a thought, he looked at the Spell column.
【Spells: Spirit Concealment Technique Proficiency 120/300, Spirit Rain Technique Proficiency: 120/300, Golden Needle Technique Proficiency: 255/300, Fireball Technique Beginner: 59/100】
The Golden Needle Technique had made great progress.
It wouldn't be long before it entered the Minor Achievement Realm.
To have such an accomplishment was as rare as a Phoenix feather among spiritual farmers.
When his spiritual power was exhausted again, Lin Changsheng felt his body had reached its limit, so he had to stop practicing Spells.
His gaze shifted to his System panel.
He knew that this was all the result of his unremitting efforts in cultivation.
His heart relaxed, a deep sense of fatigue surged over him, and he could no longer hold on, closing his eyes and falling into a deep sleep in the cultivation room.