Jiang Qingwan rarely acts one way in public and another way in private.
When it comes to cultivation, I absolutely do not secretly play around with it.
Jiang Qingwan entered the space and opened the ancient divine book.
The conversion between water and fire elemental spiritual energy was no longer sufficient for Jiang Qingwan.
Today we will learn about the transformation of the spiritual energy of the three elements: metal, wood, and earth.
Following the instructions in the book, Jiang Qingwan made a preliminary attempt to learn how to convert metal-type spiritual energy.
The colorless spiritual energy was drawn to the spiritual root.
Through the spiritual root, it is then transformed into metal-type spiritual power.
Jiang Qingwan attempted to reconstruct her spiritual power, but the overwhelming pain penetrated directly into her brain.
The training I did before with water and fire elements wasn't that painful!
Something's wrong, something's very wrong.
Jiang Qingwan immediately stopped cultivating. Her temples felt icy cold, and she was covered in cold sweat, as if she had just been pulled out of the water.
I opened the book again and read it carefully.
Hidden at the very bottom, there are a few lines of small print:
Everything in the world has yin and yang.
Just like the Bagua diagram, only when the two are intertwined can it be considered complete.
If one needs to cultivate two or more different spiritual powers, the pain will accumulate sequentially.
I see.
Jiang Qingwan lightly licked her teeth, mentally preparing herself and brainwashing herself.
No pain, no gain.
Cultivating immortality is, in essence, defying fate and changing one's destiny.
The ability to feel pain means you are alive. Without the ability to feel pain, you are a corpse.
Why sleep so much in life, when you will sleep forever in death?
Practice, practice, practice! It's just a little painful! Others don't even have the chance to cultivate.
The inspiring and motivational literature ignited Jiang Qingwan's passion for learning.
Jiang Qingwan sat back down on the cattail mat and began to cultivate metal-type spiritual power.
The spiritual energy within the spiritual veins, with each inch it desperately advances, stirs up a tremor in the soul.
Jiang Qingwan appeared motionless, but in reality, her inner soul was walking a deadly trap on a steel wire lock.
Only by looking at her appearance could one barely glean that Jiang Qingwan was making a difficult breakthrough.
Her face was contorted in a grotesque expression, and she had long since lost all control over her emotions.
His brows were furrowed, his eyes were closed, and tears were faintly visible.
It's as if every bone crevice in my body is inhabited by man-eating ants, ready to tear me apart.
In the sea of consciousness, every nerve ending is like a woodpecker perched on its sharp beak, never stopping.
Jiang Qingwan bit her lip, enduring the dual pain in her body and mind, as blood kept trickling from the corner of her mouth.
With a do-or-die determination, he forcefully and domineeringly transformed the spiritual energy attributes within his body.
The colorless air around us gradually took on color.
Golden spiritual energy manifested in the air, and Jiang Qingwan finally completed the introductory training of the metal element spiritual energy.
Jiang Qingwan looked at her soaked clothes, which were mixed with tears, sweat and blood.
I've never worn such sloppy clothes before!
Jiang Qingwan immediately took off her clothes, made hand seals to cast a cleansing spell, rushed out the door, and jumped into the spiritual spring.
The gentle, calming spiritual energy of the spring caressed Jiang Qingwan tenderly.
It is the power of life and restoration.
Jiang Qingwan closed her eyes, leaned against the flat, large rocks surrounding the hot spring, and enjoyed the gentle tranquility.
Looking inward at the meridians, they appear to have thickened further.
Ah, all that suffering wasn't for nothing.
After dealing with external matters, take this opportunity to cultivate both wood and earth elements.
A short, sharp pain is worse than a long, drawn-out one; a morning, sharp pain is worse than a late, delayed one.
Anyway, this is the path of cultivation that I chose and cannot escape.
Jiang Qingwan arrived at Gu Ningyue's door and knocked three times in a rhythmic manner.
The door opened in response.
"Sis, is it time for dinner?" Gu Ningyue asked, her mouth full of rice.
Jiang Qingwan roughly estimated the cultivation time, "Yes. I'll leave you some extra food; I'm going into seclusion for about a week."
"If it's an urgent matter for the base officials, handle it if you can. If you can't, knock five times and I'll come out. As for the others, just ignore them."
Jiang Qingwan gave Gu Ningyue a few simple instructions, as she believed Gu Ningyue could handle most things.
"Okay. I'll try not to bother you. It's just handling things myself, I'm fine!" Gu Ningyue patted her chest and assured her.
Jiang Qingwan arrived here but hadn't even stepped into the kitchen yet.
The transparent sliding door allows you to see a lot of kitchen utensils.
Upon entering, you'll see a row of cabinets overhead and another row of cabinets below the stove.
Jiang Qingwan squatted down and casually opened the cabinet door; it was empty.
She looked up and asked Gu Ningyue, who was following behind her, "Can you cook?"
"I'm not really good at it. I can only cook what I'm familiar with. Hahahaha." Gu Ningyue laughed awkwardly, lacking the confidence she had just shown.
"Then I'll put some pre-cooked dishes in there for you." Jiang Qingwan nodded. The empty cabinet was now filled with all sorts of boiled, baked, and stir-fried pre-cooked dishes.
Fearing unforeseen circumstances, Jiang Qingwan had several boxes of noodles and large steamed buns piled up in the living room.
Noodles, the more you eat, the more you feel full; steamed buns, big and filling.
To better satisfy her cravings, Jiang Qingwan also took out several boxes of snacks, dried meat, dried fruit, and freeze-dried vegetables.
"I'll leave you a little flame. If there's a power outage and you can't heat it, you can defrost the food over the flame."
Jiang Qingwan released a small flame that had been working since it was less than a month old; the tiny flame huddled in the corner.
"I'll add extra water for you too."
Dozens of large barrels of bottled water were left in an empty room.
To keep the water flowing, Jiang Qingwan threw down another flame to keep the indoor temperature above 0 degrees Celsius.
"Just in case, I'll go to the bathroom and fill the bathtub with water. The supernatural water won't freeze." Jiang Qingwan waved her hand, and the bathtub was filled with water in an instant.
"Let's have some more. It just doesn't feel like enough." Jiang Qingwan looked at the bathtub, then at the somewhat empty bathroom.
They released about ten water tanks and filled them all with supernatural water.
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