Next, Ning Qi's life gradually stabilized.
Since moving to his new residence, being closer to the Scripture Pavilion made him feel like a fish in water.
He practiced martial arts daily, and spent the rest of his time immersed in the Scripture Pavilion, eagerly absorbing its knowledge and transforming it into his own Foundation.
Thanks to this, Ning Qi felt that when he contemplated the principles of martial arts, it was as if he had divine assistance, even more exaggerated than before.
Due to Dragon Mountain Daoist's instructions, the other Senior Brothers generally did not disturb him, and Ning Qi was content with this; he did not find it boring at all.
In this life, possessing a max-level Comprehension Ability, the joy of Cultivating was infinitely magnified, making him relish the experience.
Being alone made him very satisfied.
It was much better than his previous life.
Moreover, Master and his numerous Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters were not ignoring him; they just visited less frequently than before, so as not to disturb him.
Ye Qinghe was still the one who visited the most.
Occasionally, if a Senior Brother went down the mountain, he would inevitably bring Ning Qi some gifts, all of which she would deliver.
However, the variety of gifts, which used to be diverse, slowly converged to one type: books.
Everyone knew that Junior Brother was keen on reading and often stayed in the Scripture Pavilion without coming downstairs.
However, what made Ning Qi sigh inwardly was that Eighth Senior Brother was not as close to him as before.
Once, Qin Yun visited Ning Qi's new residence, but only stayed for a short time, spoke a few words about Cultivating, and then left, never to return.
They would only meet during festivals when many True Disciples gathered, and of course, Qin Yun still smiled when they met.
If Qin Yun went down the mountain, he would also bring back books for Ning Qi, but inevitably, there was a bit more of a sense of estrangement.
Ning Qi roughly sensed it.
Eighth Senior Brother seemed a bit jealous of him, unsure if it was because of his talent or Master's favoritism towards him.
He could only feel helpless about this; even if his talent was high, he could not control other people's thoughts.
He could only try to be as low-key as possible.
Most of his time was spent Cultivating in the Scripture Pavilion and his own small courtyard.
Occasionally, he would observe the natural world alone.
Slowly, this Ninth Disciple of the True Martial Sect gradually became mysterious in the eyes of many Outer Sect Disciples and Inner Sect Disciples.
...
In a blink of an eye, nearly a year had passed.
Ning Qi was four years old.
Inside the Scripture Pavilion, a small figure in a white Daoist robe stood with his hands behind his back, reading ancient texts, muttering to himself.
“This Tiger Fiend Fist is quite interesting.
If one can grasp the essence of the Tiger Fiend, it can shock one's mind, making it a subtle fighting technique.”
Ning Qi's eyes showed a hint of admiration.
As his thoughts turned, he had already comprehended the Tiger Fiend Fist, even extracting its essence and incorporating it into his self-created True Martial Fist.
Stance training is a Body Tempering method, which also includes fighting techniques, but it is still inferior to martial arts specifically focused on offense.
For this reason, Ning Qi, in his spare time, would also practice some offensive techniques, eventually creating this all-encompassing, unparalleled True Martial Fist, which could be considered invincible in the Body Tempering Realm.
Although he sought the Dao of Longevity, he also needed protective techniques.
Otherwise, with only Realm, he would inevitably be killed.
He dabbled in fist techniques, movement techniques, and sword and blade arts, and several of his main studies had reached a Realm unimaginable to ordinary people.
In this year, he had grown too much.
By reading ancient texts daily, he had read at least one-tenth of the books in the Scripture Pavilion, all of which had been transformed into his own Foundation.
In terms of martial arts knowledge, even a Gang Yuan Realm expert might not be able to match him.
Ning Qi put the Tiger Fiend Fist Secret Manual back, stretched, and his thoughts drifted far away.
“In one year, I have already reached Bone Refining Perfection.
Thus, the four outer Realms of Body Tempering are completely perfected.
Now, I have a single-arm strength of five thousand catties, which is much more solid than my Senior Brothers' Foundations.
They only had three thousand catties of strength when they reached this Realm.”
“But this is not enough; this is not the perfect Foundation I envisioned.”
“With four outer Realms completed in one year, reaching Perfection in the four inner Realms, then achieving the unity of inner and outer, and stepping into the Inner Yuan Realm, might still take two years.
That means I would only enter Inner Yuan at six years old.”
“Compared to ordinary people, this speed is already extremely fast, but I can be even faster.”
Ning Qi looked out of the pavilion.
In fact, he could have stepped into the Viscera Refining Realm a month ago, but he chose not to Breakthrough.
Sometimes, slowness is for the sake of greater speed.
“In this year, besides practicing martial arts, much of my energy was actually spent on creating stance training.
I don't know if it's because I've touched the upper limit, but the difficulty of creating this stance training is greater than I imagined; it has taken me so much time.”
“However, it's almost done.
The essence of stance training holds no secrets in my eyes.
Having comprehended over a hundred stance training books, in a few more days, this supreme stance training will surely be completed!”
Ning Qi's eyes were filled with anticipation.
In his vision, above peerless stance training was supreme stance training.
If it could be completed, he was confident that he would generate Inner Strength and step into the Inner Yuan Realm in one year.
The difference was much greater, which was why he temporarily did not Breakthrough to the Viscera Refining Realm.
If he rushed to Breakthrough now, it would take more time to re-train his Foundation with the supreme stance training later, but if he only re-trained the four outer Realms, it would be much simpler.
“Observing the myriad phenomena of heaven and earth to gain inspiration; although the True Dragon is extremely powerful, it is ultimately just one of the myriad phenomena.”
“Time, if it can be saved, it's better to save some.”
Ning Qi turned and picked up a book beside him.
“Miscellaneous Records of Snow Plum Manor.”
He gently stroked it, not opening it.
He knew what was written inside.
The heroic deeds of Young Master Ye Ning Ye, the founder of Snow Plum Manor, and Plum Sword Jiang Xuemei.
At the end, there was only a brief sentence:
“In the twenty-seventh year of Yongxin, Snow Plum Manor was massacred by a mysterious force, with no survivors.
It is a great pity.”
This was brought back by First Senior Brother two years ago when he traveled down the mountain and placed in the Scripture Pavilion.
Ning Qi slowly exhaled.
“That Lord Feng retreated because of Master back then, so his Realm should not be higher than the Core Formation Realm, most likely the Jade Liquid Realm, the second Realm of Gang Yuan.”
“A Gang Yuan Realm expert lives for four hundred years.
I only hope you weren't killed by someone else.”
If possible, Ning Qi still wanted to do it himself.
He felt that once he reached the Gang Yuan Realm, killing that person should not be a big problem.
Putting down the miscellaneous records, Ning Qi looked out of the pavilion.
Sure enough, a familiar lazy voice sounded.
“Little Nine, are you ready to go?”
Ye Qinghe pushed the door open, with an expression that said, “You're indeed here.”
Looking at the vast sea of books in the Scripture Pavilion, her head ached.
“We're leaving soon, and you're still reading here.
I might as well call you a bookworm!”
Ye Qinghe bent down, and her slender fingers poked Ning Qi's cheek.
Ning Qi habitually brushed her hand away and smiled, “Didn't you just arrive?”
“Let's go.”
Ning Qi took the initiative to walk out.
“It's rare for you, Little Nine, to voluntarily go out.
Today, I, your Senior Sister, must take you around properly, lest you get bored.”
Ye Qinghe became excited.
Ning Qi shook his head and chuckled.
His envisioned supreme stance training was related to the myriad phenomena of heaven and earth.
Normally, he would at most observe clouds and snow, and gaze at mountains and water in some safe areas of Zhenwu Mountain.
Recently, he felt he needed an opportunity, so he thought of walking towards the outer areas of Zhenwu Mountain.
However, the outer areas of Zhenwu Mountain had not been cleared, and there were inevitably strange beasts there.
For safety, Ning Qi called upon Ye Qinghe, who was a ready-made bodyguard.
He cherished his life and would not think that he was invincible just because he had reached Bone Refining Perfection and could run around alone.
If he encountered a powerful strange beast, he would be finished.
But he didn't expect Ye Qinghe to be even more excited than him.