The disciples stared at the indifferent Immortal Venerable in amazement, and were extremely confused and thought that the Immortal Venerable might have been abducted by someone...
It was also at the moment when these words were spoken and everyone was shocked and could hardly control their emotions that Chu Xun's expression turned cold, and his eyes looked at a corner of the sky with a cold look. He drew his sword and cut out a cold light without hesitation.
The cold light cut through the sky, carrying an incomparable power, like a cold meteor passing through the sky.
The disciples were frozen by this sudden change, and they reflexively scattered and retreated, intending to protect themselves.
Chu Feng looked coldly at the unknown monks on the opposite mountains who tried to spy on the situation here but were lucky enough to escape. He turned around and looked at the disciples who were terrified and afraid that they would be killed by him. His expressions, which were not very good to begin with, became even colder at this moment.
He withdrew his sword with an indifferent look, and his aura became even colder.
Until the next second, his sleeves were pulled by someone, and Si Qi, who had been standing steadily beside him, asked him with a worried look: "What's wrong? Are you okay?"
Looking at those pure and concerned eyes, Chu Feng's frozen heart was gently touched by the invisible feather.
A pair of eyes that were always very cold, cold to the point of numbness, slowly softened at this moment.
"Nothing." He said softly.
Si Qi rarely saw Chu Feng look so lonely, and felt a little distressed for a moment. He said seriously: "If you have any problems, you can tell me, I will help you share."
The disciples beside him subconsciously showed a look of contempt and sneer, mocking Si Qi's overestimation of his own abilities.
Chu Feng's expression was more relaxed because of this, and he nodded imperceptibly, accepting Si Qi's kindness.
Xixi reminded Si Qi: [The person who just spied should be Zhou Junyi, the son of the world]
Si Qi: [I guess so, only he has the luck to escape alive from the sword of the strongest person in the world of cultivation]
According to the original route, the original owner jumped out and robbed the Immortal Venerable and his group. Originally, he just wanted to threaten with words, and did not intend to take action directly. However, he fell down one after another in front of everyone, lost face, and was mocked by several disciples.
The original owner, filled with shame and anger, simply chose to fight, but was beaten by the Immortal Chu Feng without any resistance, so he fled.
Si Qi himself knew how the future would develop, and Zhou Junyi, the Son of the World, who had been with the original owner for many years and had a deep understanding of the original owner's personality, could naturally figure out the original owner's behavior.
Zhou Junyi, who deliberately led the original owner to Chu Feng, was sure that the original owner would definitely confront Chu Feng at this time. At the very least, the two sides would become enemies, or at worst, he would die, so he hid far away and watched the fight.
Who would have thought that while watching, this former younger brother would actually see the once awe-inspiring boss shamelessly asking for food, and shamelessly saying that he was a genius, and that he would never suffer a loss if he accepted him, and wanted to learn immortal arts from the immortal master who was obviously very capable.
Such a divine display was already shocking enough, and Zhou Junyi almost lost his composure. Who would have thought that Chu Feng, the strongest person in the world of cultivation who was known to everyone and had a cold face deeply rooted in people's hearts, would actually agree?
——Agreed! Agreed! ! !
Originally, he planned to let the two biggest stumbling blocks kill each other so that he could reap the benefits, but who would have thought that the two great enemies would actually hook up like this. Zhou Junyi, who picked up a rock and hit his own foot, was so angry that he gnashed his teeth. He accidentally failed to restrain his anger and leaked his hostility, which was noticed by Chu Xun.
He had to use the power of the magic weapon to escape with great effort. Zhou Junyi secretly hated the damned Immortal Venerable for almost taking his life with just a casual attack from a distance, and also destroyed a treasure he had found with great difficulty. He hated these two guys in his heart.
Si Qi didn't know that the Son of the World was starting to blame him again, and he wouldn't care too much even if he knew.
He let go of the hand holding Chu Feng's sleeve, followed Chu Feng for several steps, and suddenly realized that he did not fall down. He said in surprise: "I am not falling down anymore?"
After he finished speaking, the people around him looked at him, and saw him groaning and falling down again.
"Puchi"
several disciples couldn't help laughing.
They thought to themselves that this guy is really a fool, how could he be so stupid.
Such a weak guy is destined to never become a strong man in the world of cultivation, and will be killed by others sooner or later.
Chu Feng frowned slightly, pinched out a spell with his fingers, and clasped his index finger and the third finger together, passed in front of his eyes, opened his third eye and looked at Si Qi intently.
Then he saw the young man slowly getting up from the ground. His miserable body, without any luck at all, was still emitting luck continuously.
It was like pouring out a few drops of dew from a water tank that was already empty, one spoonful at a time. If he didn't fall into such a situation, who else would be blamed?
But this was not right... The
reason why the monks could practice was because of their "fate".
There was an unwritten rule in the world of cultivation, that is, the talents, opportunities, and luck of the monks were all predetermined. The
word "Ni" in "Going against the will of heaven" means going against this already determined fate, constantly struggling within the frame drawn by heaven, jumping out of this circle, and doing everything possible to make oneself stronger.
It sounds difficult, but in fact, it is already good in comparison.
Because the cultivators at least have a circle of varying sizes, while the mortals do not even have a circle, only a tiny dot the size of a sesame seed, and no matter how hard they struggle, it is useless.
So now look at the demon boy in front of you who is even worse than a dot, an empty zero, and is still overdrawing. Chu Xun was puzzled. With such an unlucky existence, he should not have become a demon cultivator...
He should have died at birth, or died in the womb, this is his fate.
It is really too weird.
Using spiritual energy to help Si Qi up from a distance, at least he would not fall down every time he took a step, and everyone would not have to wait for him and watch him laugh there.
Si Qi didn't like the feeling of falling down everywhere. Feeling Chu Feng's care, he smiled and said thank you, then walked to Chu Feng's side, tugged at his clothes, and said to him: "You are so good to me, can I not leave you again in the future!"
Several disciples on the side curled their lips, disgusted with Si Qi's shameless and overly explicit flattery.
Chu Feng's third eye was not closed yet, and he saw Si Qi touching his sleeve out of the corner of his eye. He clearly saw that the surging golden luck that was originally lingering around him flowed to Si Qi's body without resistance, and lingered for a long time before slowly dissipating.
This...
It was the first time that Chu Feng knew that luck could be transferred. He was a little stunned for a moment, and there was some thought in his eyes when he looked at Si Qi.
Si Qi did not notice this, but was very happy to see his lover as soon as he came. He walked a lot more lightly, and he didn't fall for a long time!
Chu Feng led the disciples back to the sect. He thought a lot along the way, and finally figured it out. He said to Si Qi: "Your luck... was transferred by someone?"
Si Qi was slightly startled. He didn't expect Chu Feng to say this suddenly, and it was so accurate.
But from his perspective, it was impossible for him to know the world lines of his past and present lives, so he just paused for a moment and said in a puzzled tone: "I don't know, but I have been unlucky since a week ago. I fell down every time I took a step, and I couldn't find anything to eat. It was particularly miserable!"
He said bluntly: "It was not like this before! In the past, I could get whatever I wanted, and I could do whatever I wanted! Whatever I wanted could come true!"
That's why the original owner was so confident.
Just ask a person who has been smooth sailing since birth and can win 5 million by buying a lottery ticket. Can he feel inferior?
Chu Xun nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.
Taking away luck is equivalent to robbing others of their fate. Such a terrifying thing makes the monks feel more terrified than robbing.
The latter can at least use their souls to resist, but the former cannot make any sense at all.
And the kidnapped person is doomed to live a life worse than death, and even living is a torture.
It is considered good if you choke on water and fall down while walking. You never know when you will die of inexplicable suffocation due to incorrect sleeping posture and other nonsensical reasons. What
is even more unacceptable is that the person who encounters such a thing must be a powerful existence with amazing luck and perfect fate. Otherwise, the person who controls this secret technique will not choose to replace the other person's fate with his own.
If Chu Feng is the strongest person in the human race, then the strongest person in the demon race is probably the young man in front of him...
The mysterious man must have felt that Chu Feng was too strong to be manipulated, and the demon race boy had not had time to grow up, so he chose him instead...
Chu Feng judged others by himself. If he fell from a strong man standing at the top to a weak man who was not even as good as ordinary people, how painful it would be.
And a stunning genius was secretly murdered in the middle of his growth and became an ant who was nothing and was ridiculed every day. What a tormenting experience it was.
Thinking of this, Chu Feng completely let go of the last bit of his vigilance against Si Qi.
A person who is so unlucky doesn't have the energy to plot any conspiracy, because the plan is doomed to fail before it even starts.
On the contrary, seeing Si Qi's face full of joy and optimism despite his bad luck, Chu Feng respects such a person.
He put his hand on Si Qi's shoulder naturally, looking like he was encouraging him. In fact, he sent his luck to Si Qi and said to him: "From now on, you will be my disciple. If you encounter any difficulties, you can come to me for help."
Seeing that the Immortal Master Chu Feng would say such words to someone he just met, several disciples were deeply unbelievable, and their eyes were red with envy.
——Why? !
This guy hasn't even tested his spiritual roots, and he's still so stupid!
Is it because he's good-looking, smiles sweetly, and says nice things to flatter him? ! !
These people, who already looked down on Si Qi, now hate him even more, and their eyes looking at Si Qi seem to be filled with poison.
Si Qi didn't care about other people's looks, he looked back at his lover with twinkling eyes, his heart filled with incomparable joy.
He smiled sweetly, two symmetrical dimples appeared on his face, and he said happily: "Okay! I will always be by your side, and never leave!"
The people around him became even more jealous when they heard this.
These talented and proud sons of heaven are not disciples of the Immortal Master, and have never received a single teaching from the Immortal Master. Why can this guy do it!!
Why!!
Chu Xun nodded: "Come with me to inform the headmaster, and from now on you will be a disciple of my Lingxiao Sect."
He used "inform" instead of "pay homage", which shows his status in this sect.
If it weren't for the fact that the matter of becoming a disciple could not be done casually, he probably would have told the matter in the voice transmission jade slip, and would not have specially run to the headmaster's mountain to meet the other party.
The headmaster also never thought that his own Immortal Master would pick up a disciple when he went out, and it was the kind of disciple that he happened to meet on the roadside and tricked back with a few fasting pills.
Someone would naturally take care of the trivial matters of registering their identities and receiving tokens. The headmaster had met Si Qi before and remembered Si Qi's appearance. He asked Chu Feng, "Have you tested your spiritual roots?"
Chu Feng: "No."
The headmaster was speechless for a moment.
How could a great immortal accept disciples so casually?
Chu Feng: "But the foundation must be strong."
The headmaster smiled.
How can we know if the spiritual roots have not been tested?
The headmaster took out the test spiritual stone and motioned Si Qi to come forward to test the spiritual roots with a smile. Si Qi fell down every time he took a step. After being helped up by Chu Feng himself, he walked steadily in the next few steps.
The headmaster, who had not seen anyone fall down while walking for hundreds of years, was speechless again.
He tried his best to maintain a calm and tolerant smile and looked down at the spiritual stone that Si Qi had touched.
The next second, a trace of satisfaction flashed in his eyes. After all, this was Chu Xianzun's disciple, so he was not surprised by the result. He nodded and said, "Heavenly spiritual roots, single-line wood spiritual roots, not bad."
Natural spiritual roots, and single-line, of course, couldn't be better.
Then he habitually pinched the magic formula with his hands, opened his heavenly eyes, and looked at Si Qi intently to see his fate.
"..."
"???"
The head of the sect blinked hard, pinched the magic formula again subconsciously, and stared at Si Qi.
But no matter how he looked at it, that tiny bit of light (which Chu Xun had just given him) was as small as a candle in the wind, swaying and about to fall...
Could it be that there was something wrong with his eyes? ? ?
As a cultivator, even if he is the worst cultivator with four spiritual roots, his fate is definitely much stronger than that of ordinary people.
Moreover, Si Qi's current condition is not even as good as that of an ordinary person. It is not surprising that he will die on the spot in the next second.
The head of the sect subconsciously raised his head to ask Chu Feng, and was almost blinded by the brilliant golden fate. His eyes narrowed into a thin line, and he said in a daze: "This... Immortal Venerable, why can't I check the fate of your disciple?"
It's not that it can't be checked, but it's hard to believe even if it is checked.
Chu Feng said: "That's not important."
The head of the sect: "Uh..."
If the fate is not important, what else is important.
Wasn't it because Chu Feng was detected to have a super strong destiny that was rare in a thousand years when he entered the sect that he was accepted as a direct disciple by the previous head on the spot? The whole sect worshipped him like an ancestor, and all the good things were sent to him at the first time, just so that he could protect Lingxiao Sect in the future and make the sect become the largest sect in the world of cultivation?
The sect's expectation at that time has now been realized. Chu Feng has become the strongest cultivator known to everyone in the world of cultivation, and the status of Lingxiao Sect is absolutely unshakable.
Everything, in the final analysis, is still because of Chu Feng's absolute destiny that is so strong that it cannot be ignored.
The head looked at Si Qi's luck that disappeared in an instant with confusion. Generally speaking, only stones without any spirituality would be like this.
After thinking about it, he felt that since Si Qi was still standing there, he must not be a dead object. Since it was not a problem with luck, then there was a problem with his eyes - how could a person with natural spiritual roots have no luck? It must be some other factors that interfered.
In such a big world of cultivation, all kinds of strange things have happened, and not everything can be explained. The head of the sect sorted out his thoughts and said, "If that's the case, then it's okay. Since he has become your disciple, he will follow you to learn swordsmanship in the future. If you need anything, just tell me."
Chu Xun nodded slightly, bowed slightly, and took Si Qi away.
They returned to the mountain where Chu Feng was. There were no servants or disciples here, except for a few wild deer that occasionally scurried around halfway up the mountain. It was so quiet that it could almost be called isolated from the world.
I don't know how Chu Feng usually spends his time.
Chu Feng quickly explained it to Si Qi by example.
He took Si Qi to the meditation room, without even a word of courtesy, and went straight to the point: "Have you ever practiced any martial arts before?"
Si Qi shook his head: "Never, and I can't read."
He said this without feeling ashamed at all.
Chu Feng was not surprised to hear this - after all, the boy in front of him was a monster, and it was not surprising that monsters could not read.
He was always cold and didn't have much of the gentleness of a master, but when it came to doing things, he was definitely better than those who only did superficial work.
If it were any other cultivator, they would have thrown their sleeves away and sent their disciples to a special school to learn, letting them come back after they had learned the basics.
Chu Feng, however, just nodded slightly, without saying anything extra, and said directly: "Then I will teach you from the beginning one by one."
Si Qi smiled and nodded and said yes.
He liked Chu Feng's gentle and considerate look.
Chu Feng: "You have never practiced the exercises, but you have already completed the Qi-drawing into the body. I believe you must have a strong talent. As long as you are willing to study hard, even if your luck is bad, you will definitely be able to make a difference."
Si Qi was full of confidence: "It is said that the disciple is better than the master. I don't have much ambition. I am satisfied to be on par with my master!"
If someone else heard this, they would have laughed their heads off and mocked Si Qi for overestimating his abilities.
Chu Feng seemed to be pleased by this sentence. His eyes curved slightly and his voice became much softer. He picked up the scroll and read carefully: "Qi is hidden in the void, containing the great way..."
The two sat side by side. Chu Feng explained to Si Qi the common sense of Qi-drawing into the body while patiently teaching Si Qi to read little by little.
His voice was very pleasant, just the type that Si Qi liked, aloof and cold with a little gentleness, very much like the Lord God in his earliest memory.
Si Qi listened very carefully, and basically remembered every word Chu Feng taught him, and when Chu Feng read it for the second time, he could repeat it word for word.
Chu Feng soon noticed this ability.
The speed at which this little disciple absorbed knowledge was as easy and natural as breathing. It was almost that whatever he said, the other party could grasp it instantly. Even Chu Feng, who was born with extraordinary intelligence, could not help but be deeply amazed by this.
The easy teaching made people happy physically and mentally. After Chu Feng finished the last knowledge point, his eyes were full of expectations: "...You can try it according to the method taught by your teacher."
Si Qi nodded readily and sat upright. He took a deep breath, and the invisible spiritual power around him quickly reacted, like a needle attracted by a magnetic field, turning to Si Qi in unison, pouring into his body continuously.
Although he had been prepared, Chu Xun was still shocked by Si Qi's overly amazing talent.
He had seen many mediocre people with less qualifications than him, and suddenly met someone with the same talent as him. The feeling was as amazing as when others saw him.
Unfortunately, this feeling did not last long. The next second, Si Qi's relaxed and calm face suddenly turned ugly.
The spiritual power in his body was running wild and colliding uncontrollably, just like controlling a group of wild horses that had broken free from their reins, making people at a loss.
The tearing of the tendons was extremely painful. Si Qi felt a sweetness in his throat and a trickle of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.
Chu Feng quickly stretched out his hand and pressed it on Si Qi's chest. The spiritual power entered his body, gently but powerfully wrapped the spiritual power in Si Qi's body, and slowly dispersed it from the acupuncture points near Si Qi's tendons.
Si Qi looked like he was stabbed thousands of times with a knife from inside his body. His face was pale and his body was shaking with pain.
His tendons were torn because of the stitch in the side.
It sounds funny, but it really makes people laugh after it actually happens.
A trace of worry flashed in Chu Feng's eyes, and he said, "Your talent is indeed not weak."
But your luck is really too bad.
It's like a mortal drinking water and being accidentally choked. Si Qi drew Qi into his body without any reason, but this unexpected incident of uncontrolled Qi flow hitting his tendons and veins also occurred.
If it were another cultivator, as long as they were more careful during cultivation and didn't do anything random, or chat with others while cultivating, this low-probability incident would not happen at all.
But for Si Qi, unless he is fully alert at all times, he will get a stitch in the side every minute.
Chu Xun is a genuine pride of heaven. He has practiced Taoism for hundreds of years and has never encountered any bottlenecks along the way, let alone such a low-level mistake.
At this moment, he is like a big man who only spends time delving into world-class scientific research problems. He gave up a group of talented doctoral students and turned to the basics of elementary school students who have not even learned hyphens. Correcting the question of why 1+0 is not equal to 10 is really a bit... not in his area of expertise.
But he is a very serious and responsible master who knows the principle of preventing problems before they happen.
If you don't understand, go and learn.
After using spiritual power to clean up the remaining spiritual power in Si Qi's body, he fed him a healing elixir. Chu Feng sent a message to the manager of the medical hall, asking him to send pills for repairing tendons and veins, as well as various other things that low-level disciples need because of carelessness and lack of strength, and sent them to him in bulk.
The countless disciples and elders who were closely following Chu Xianzun's movements immediately heard about this, and for a moment they didn't know what expression to use to face all this.
Especially after the manager came back and told the people around him that he had personally seen Chu Xianzun's disciples practicing under Chu Xianzun's nose, and they were able to draw qi into their bodies and get their qi disordered, he looked even more strange and muttered in his heart.
Why did they leave so many talented geniuses alone and choose such a mediocre guy to come back.
However, since Chu Xianzun had chosen him, everyone was still confident in his ability. They felt that since he had caught the eye of this big boss, he must have some extraordinary qualities. They
secretly followed this and occasionally gathered together to discuss it, laughingly saying that their Lingxiao Sect might produce another genius as amazing and brilliant as Chu Xianzun.
They waited and waited, patiently observing for half a month, but didn't hear any other news. They only heard that Chu Xianzun asked the medical hall to buy medicine for his injuries again, and that the disciple had problems here and there. How serious were the injuries? Fortunately, the immortal master treated him in time. The sect gave him so many pills to nourish him...
A group of people frowned and calculated, thinking that something was wrong. Why didn't this person make rapid progress in his cultivation, like Chu Xianzun, who built the foundation in a month and the golden elixir in half a year, but instead seemed to be a collection of diseases in the medical books, with all kinds of strange problems one after another?
Even if a person is stupid and stupid with poor qualifications, he wouldn't be as troubled as him, right?
The matter was quite a big deal, and even the head of the sect came to visit Chu Xianzun's disciple. Seeing him getting a stitch in the side and falling down every time he took a step, he hesitated for a while before finally confirming his judgment.
——This guy's luck is really bad!
So what if he has a natural spiritual root? If he can't even successfully draw Qi into his body, what's the difference between him and waste? !
The more the sect leader looked at Si Qi's sullen face, the more he disliked it. He found Chu Xun and said to him earnestly: "...It's not that I feel sorry for those pills, but there are so many talented disciples under our sect, which one is not better than the current one? You said before that you would concentrate on cultivation and didn't want to waste time training a disciple, so that's it. Now that you are willing to take him, why don't you choose a better one?"
The sect leader became more and more puzzled and said very firmly: "Looking at his condition, even if you use a lot of elixirs, he may die in the next second!"
Chu Xun was determined and said in a cold tone: "Then I will load him with magic weapons, even if a cultivator in the Mahayana period comes, he can't hurt him at all."
You said that Si Qi will die sooner or later and it would be a waste of anything, so I will use more luxurious treasures to protect his safety and prevent him from getting hurt.
If one spirit stone can't solve the problem, then he can use a thousand or ten thousand spirit stones to solve it. Even if he has to use spirit stones to bury it, he will still make up for the bumps on Si Qi's road.
The head of the sect was almost choked by these words.
He looked at Chu Feng with a pale face, but he couldn't say anything, and he didn't dare to scold him. He opened and closed his lips several times, and finally left with a livid face and angrily waving his sleeves.
He didn't really do anything to Si Qi, and he would give all the pills he should give for Chu Feng's sake. But after that, Si Qi's reputation in Lingxiao Sect became worse and worse. They regarded him as a burden and a scavenger. They wished that he would give up his position as soon as possible, so as not to waste the time of the Immortal Master and the precious elixirs that could save lives.
Chu Feng protected Si Qi very well and never let these words reach Si Qi's ears.
Because of his unlucky physique, Si Qi did not dare to run around casually, so naturally he did not know the rumors about him outside.
He followed Chu Feng wholeheartedly, occasionally visited his lover, and occasionally studied cultivation. His life was peaceful and comfortable.
Chu Feng always told him, "Don't worry, take your time, you can do it."
Si Qi also said confidently, "I can do it!"
Then he drew Qi into his body again and again, encountered all kinds of troubles again and again, and tortured himself over and over again.
A body that was injured and healed, healed and injured again, he didn't need to eat three meals a day, he could be full just by eating pills.
He was like an indestructible cockroach, he would not be defeated by the overly harsh environment. The setbacks again and again completely aroused his desire to win, making him want to conquer the mountain in front of him more and more, and let the difficulties succumb to his feet.
A month later, Si Qi licked his lips, put down the pen and ink in his hand, looked at the human meridian operation diagram in front of him, and a glimmer of excitement flashed in his eyes.
Chu Feng was puzzled: "What is this?"
He could certainly tell that this was the formula he taught Si Qi for drawing Qi into the body, and the lines drawn on various parts of the human body were the trajectory of the spiritual energy.
But he couldn't understand the meaning of the densely packed strange symbols next to the lines.
It looked like a child's scribble, with no pattern at all and no idea what it meant.
But each piece of scribble was arranged in an orderly manner, and there was an inexplicable sense of rigor between the lines.
He certainly didn't know that this was Si Qi's solution to the heavenly way.
As everyone knows, everything in the world has eternal and unchanging rules, just like time will pass by little by little, and the fallen apple will fall to the ground. A cause is destined to correspond to a result, and 1+1 will always equal 2.
Si Qi knew that he was unlucky, but no matter how unlucky a person is, he could not walk to the sky, he would just fall down accidentally.
He only needed to regard his body as a terminal, his spiritual power as programming formulas, and his tendons as engineering circuits, and draw a complete operation diagram.
Next, he would rely on these regular formulas to load the spiritual power that continuously flows into this intelligent program that will never have bugs. Then, no matter how the heavens target him, he would not have any problems.
It's like a person riding a bicycle on the road, and there are always villains around who bump into him, pull his collar, and try to make him fall.
Si Qi now gave up the bicycle that he needed to control, and directly built a smart car, driving it on the road openly. He didn't even need to put his hands on the steering wheel, and he could sleep peacefully in the car. The car was running and whizzing towards the destination. No matter how hard you try, it's useless. Once you stretch your legs, the car will break your legs and you can't say anything.
It is said that people always make mistakes, and you may choke when drinking water, but computers will never have such problems, right?
Si Qi looked at the running chart in his hand and said something with a smile that Chu Feng couldn't understand at all.
In this era of comprehensive technology, human labor will sooner or later be replaced by machines. Why bother to cultivate yourself? Wouldn't it be better to leave it to the automatically running program?
Chu Feng looked at Si Qi's lively eyes with a very gentle expression on his face.
He always felt that Si Qi seemed to be worried about something in the past few days, and some difficult problem hindered his thinking and made him emotionally unsatisfied.
Now that the problem was finally solved by Si Qi, Si Qi's joy seemed to be able to be transmitted to his heart through time and space, making him happy too.
Si Qi asked Chu Feng to watch from the side, and he closed his eyes slightly and went over the formula in his mind.
Then, just like a lathe with a code input, the machine track started to run automatically.
The surging spiritual energy rushed into Si Qi's veins from all directions, and then was naturally turned to where it should be by the ingenious force without any resistance, just like the spring water rushing down from the top of the mountain, under the influence of gravity and terrain, flowing to where it should go, and finally gathered in Dantian and absorbed by Si Qi's body.
Si Qi could even let go and no longer care about the operation of spiritual energy, just like an unmanned workshop that can produce autonomously after pressing a switch. Others are still working hard with tools, but he has already fully implemented automated management here, and can continuously produce countless materials (spiritual cultivation) for him to enjoy even when he lies down to sleep.
Si Qi felt it. The cultivation level in his body was growing visibly. He opened his eyes, looked at Chu Feng with a sense of satisfaction, and said with a smile: "See, I said I was a genius!"
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