The golden light faded, and after a long while, he slowly opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in them.

"Spiritual practice?"

Qin Xin was stunned!

In an effort to understand the world he inhabited, he consulted almost all the historical records in the Qin Clan Library, which contained traces of spiritual cultivation dating back to ancient times.

Spiritual cultivators cultivate their primordial spirit. Once their primordial spirit is fully developed, they can roam the vast void and control the laws of heaven and earth in an instant. Because spiritual cultivation is extremely difficult and opening the Niwan Palace is a matter of life and death, coupled with the fact that the lineage has long been severed, spiritual cultivators have long since disappeared.

Suppressing his excitement, a mantra flashed through his mind.

"In the beginning, all things were born, and this was the division of Yin and Yang..."

This mantra is the cultivation method of the Supreme Divine Evolution Technique.

Qin Xin silently recited the incantation, completely immersing himself in the mantra.

After about an hour, a mysterious current seemed to flow from the heavens above into the hazy space.

Under Qin Xin's control, the mysterious energy flowed from the Niwan Palace (a point on the back of the head) throughout the body's meridians.

As the mysterious airflow moved, Qin Xin was able to clearly "see" the meridians within his body.

"This spiritual power is actually so profound?"

This peculiar feeling was extremely novel to Qin Xin.

He tried focusing his mental energy on the tip of his nose, and the scent of grass wafted gently from outside the courtyard; the footsteps and laughter outside his ears were amplified several times over; and when he focused his mental energy on his eyes, the dim courtyard suddenly became bright...

According to the records in the inheritance, Qin Xin has now opened up the Niwan Palace and officially stepped into the door of spiritual cultivation. He is now in the early stage of the Spiritual Realm. Spiritual cultivators at this level can make their physical reactions more agile and their perception ability surpass that of most martial artists in the Acquired Realm.

If one's spiritual power can evolve into spiritual consciousness, one can enter the realm of spiritual consciousness, at which point one can control objects with spiritual power.

Unfortunately, this inheritance seems to be incomplete, only recording the cultivation methods for the four major realms: the Spirit Realm, the Spirit Consciousness Realm, the Spirit Form Realm, and the Spirit Travel Realm, and then nothing more.

Furthermore, the path of spiritual cultivation is extremely difficult. In addition to requiring a very high level of talent from martial artists, it also requires the assistance of a large number of rare and precious materials. No wonder spiritual cultivators were extremely rare in ancient times.

Qin Xin was excitedly exploring the mysteries of spiritual power when he suddenly felt dizzy, followed by a sharp pain in his head.

"It seems that overusing mental energy puts a considerable burden on the body!"

Slowly opening his eyes, Qin Xin suppressed the dizziness in his mind. The true energy accumulated in his dantian over the years seemed to have broken through a barrier, and his face was full of joy.

"I've broken through! Sixth level of the Acquired Realm!" Qin Xin grinned.

In martial arts cultivation, the Acquired Realm draws in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to strengthen the body's meridians, which are then circulated throughout the body and transformed into true qi stored in the dantian.

After that come the Innate Realm, the Aperture Opening Realm, the Qi Sea Realm, the Yuan Mansion Realm, the Three Core Condensation Realms, the Dharma Aspect Realm, the Earth Profound Realm, the Heaven Profound Realm...

Now that Qin Xin's martial spirit has reunited, his strength has naturally recovered, and he has taken the opportunity to advance to the sixth level of the Acquired Realm.

However, the smile on his lips froze instantly the next second, and he pursed his lips.

Because he sensed the area around his dantian.

There was a pitch-black wooden stick there, radiating a faint spiritual energy; this was Qin Xin's one-star martial spirit black stick.

"Qin Haotian! We'll settle this score later!"

Qin Xin clenched his fists tightly, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

Suddenly, a soft footstep sound came from outside.

"Hmm?" Because of his spiritual cultivation, Qin Xin's perception was superior to that of ordinary acquired realm experts, and he was also very sensitive to changes in the surrounding environment.

With a creak, the door opened.

Qin Xin took a closer look. The person who entered was a woman with two buns in her hair. She walked with a delicate gait and a light body. He felt that she was very familiar, but he just couldn't remember who she was.

The woman was holding a bowl of medicine in her hands, muttering to herself, "Sigh, I've been in a coma for three years. I wonder when Brother Qin Xin will wake up."

The woman's voice was very pleasant, as melodious as a silver bell, but her eyes revealed her worry.

Suddenly seeing Qin Xin lying on the bed with his eyes open, the woman's eyes widened in shock, and she dropped the medicine in her hand, spilling it all over Qin Xin.

"Ah!" The girl suddenly realized and said, "Brother Qin Xin, you're finally awake. I'll go tell the clan leader first."

Before Qin Xin could speak, the girl ran out of the room, leaving Qin Xin lying on the bed, wincing in pain from the burns.

Fortunately, I have thick skin and am not injured.

Qin Xin thought about it carefully.

The girl's name is Zi Ling, and she is about 16 years old this year.

Orphaned at a young age, she survived by begging on the streets. Qin Xin took pity on her and brought her back to the clan, where she became a maid in the courtyard.

Qin Xin, who was lost in his memories, was interrupted by hurried footsteps outside the door.

An elderly man in a gray robe rushed into the room in a great hurry.

The person who came was Qin Lin, Qin Xin's third grandfather. Looking at the awakened Qin Xin, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes seemed to have lessened.

Because of the sudden departure of his parents, young Qin Xin was raised by Qin Lin. Although he was not Qin Lin's biological grandfather, Qin Lin treated him no differently than a biological grandfather.

"It seems there's nothing seriously wrong, and the Martial Spirits have reunited. That's wonderful!" Qin Lin was somewhat incoherent, unable to hide his excitement.

"Thank you, Third Grandfather. I'm much better now."

Looking at the old man before him, Qin Xin felt extremely grateful. In the past three years, in order to save him from the shattered Wu Ling, Qin Lin had also grown a few strands of white hair at his temples.

"Back then, when your martial bone was taken away, Grandpa had no choice. After all, my Tianyuan Qin Clan is just a collateral branch and has no say in the Qin Clan..." Hearing that there seemed to be no resentment in Qin Xin's words, Qin Lin sighed deeply, looking even more guilty.

"It's good that you woke up, otherwise I wouldn't know how to explain it to your parents."

Qin Lin sat by the bed and carefully examined Qin Xin's body. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Qin Xin's breathing was steady.

Qin Xin's parents have been missing for many years, and rumors often circulate in the clan that they have long since died.

At this moment, Qin Lin seemed to remember something, and a trace of worry flashed across his face.

"Never mind, you should rest first. We'll give you a spot in the Spirit Cleansing Pool this year, which will help you recover."

As dusk fell, Qin Lin left a bag behind and hurriedly departed, his expression suggesting he was preparing for a tough battle.

After Qin Lin left, only Qin Xin and Zi Ling remained in the room.

Only then did Qin Xin take a closer look at the person in front of him. In the past three years, Zi Ling had grown from a little girl into a graceful young woman. In addition, she was very cute, which always made people want to protect her.

"Zi Ling, what is this Spirit Cleansing Pool? I've never heard of it before," Qin Xin asked, somewhat puzzled.

Hearing Qin Xin's words, Zi Ling put down the newly brought soup and said with a somewhat indignant expression, "Back then, my brother's martial bone was taken away by that bastard. My third grandfather went to the clan to demand an explanation in order to break away from the Qin clan. In order to quell the matter, the people in the clan gave this Cleansing Spirit Pool to my Tianyuan Qin clan."

"It is said that the Cleansing Spirit Pool is a natural spirit-gathering formation. After the Qin Clan handed it over to the Grand Elder, it was placed directly in the back mountain. It is usually guarded by the clan's strong members, and all clan members are prohibited from entering. It is opened once a year, and each time it is opened, a large amount of spirit stones are consumed to keep the formation running. Only the most outstanding young members of the clan can enter and cultivate for nine days."

"Therefore, every year during the clan's martial arts competition, the young members of the clan would fight tooth and nail for the five spots."

"If my brother had used this Cleansing Pool earlier, he wouldn't have been in a coma for three years."

"He's been in a coma for three years?" Qin Xin muttered to himself, then slowly said, "The spots for the Spirit Cleansing Pool are so precious, I'm afraid it will be difficult for Third Grandfather to persuade the rest of the clan."

"Hmph, that originally belonged to my brother." Zi Ling pouted, seemingly dissatisfied with the actions of the clan elders.

"My things?" Qin Xin muttered to himself.

At this moment, Qin Xin felt a surge of anger. He had harmed his own kind and stripped his martial bones alive, and all he got was a Spirit Cleansing Pool!

One is a clan genius, the other is a "good-for-nothing" from a collateral branch.

These people probably wouldn't care at all whether a "useless" member of a collateral branch lives or dies.

"What belongs to me, I will take back." A cold glint flashed in his eyes as Qin Xin murmured to himself.