Chapter 630: The Tenth Level of Qi Training

"My master is considered the strongest warrior in this country. He can fight against a warrior at the ninth level of Qi training without losing."

"But so what? My master still has to bow down to those monks who can't beat him."

"The slave mark means that we martial artists will be suppressed by the monks for the rest of our lives."

"I heard that on other planets, there are people who have practiced martial arts to a high level and can fight against Jindan or even half-step Yuanying stage, but they also have to be planted with the slave mark, without exception."

Feng Qiang did not regret practicing martial arts. Although there were various restrictions on practicing martial arts, at least he had enough food and clothing and had a high status among ordinary people.

Compared to ordinary people, he is already lucky.

"I don't know where Qingfeng Martial Arts School is. We want to see how you practice martial arts."

Seeing that the porridge had been distributed, Feng Qiang nodded and took Jiang Li and the other two back to the martial arts hall.

"Master, I'm back. I met a kind person today."

Feng Qiang found his master and discovered that there was an old man sitting next to him, playing chess with him.

"You are...Uncle Chu?"

"Xiao Feng, it's been eight or nine years since we last met. Come, try the snacks I brought from other countries." Uncle Chu smiled and handed Feng Qiang a bag of snacks.

"Thank you, Uncle Chu."

"Xiao Feng, are these the three kind-hearted people you mentioned?"

"Yes, these three were very generous and gave a lot of money, enough for the refugees outside the city to live until the next year's farming and autumn harvest."

"In that case, I would like to thank the three of you first." Feng Qiang's master stood up and thanked Jiang Li and the other two.

Feng Qiang said excitedly: "Not only that, these three are also immortal cultivators."

"Oh? So you are of the same sect?" Uncle Chu looked Jiang Li up and down and was startled to find that Jiang Li, who was at the ninth level of Qi training, could not see through them at all.

This means that the other party is at least at the ninth level of Qi training.

"Uncle Chu is Master's younger brother. He has three spiritual roots and is very powerful. He was brought to the Hualong Sect when he was young and became a disciple of the Hualong Sect."

Uncle Chu is in his thirties, twenty years younger than Feng Qiang's master, but he looks old, with white hair and beard, and his eyes are evasive, not daring to look people in the eye.

In contrast, Feng Qiang's master, a man in his fifties, has shiny black hair without a single gray hair. He sits upright and looks majestic without even getting angry.

"What is the cultivation level of more than three of you?"

Bai Hongtu said: "The Tribulation Period."

This scared Uncle Chu, and he quickly told Bai Hongtu to shut up.

"Don't talk nonsense. Are you the Lord of the Wasteland? It is a taboo to lie about your cultivation level when you go out. If you are discovered by the Hualong Sect, they will think that you are tarnishing the title of the Lord of the Wasteland, and you will be killed."

Seeing that Master Chu was nervous, Feng Qiang quickly changed the subject: "Master Chu, how long will you stay this time?"

Uncle Chu smiled bitterly: "I don't plan to leave this time."

"Why is that? Aren't you in the Hualong Sect anymore?"

Feng Qiang didn't understand why he wanted to stay here instead of staying in the Hualong Sect.

Uncle Chu closed his eyes, thinking of his past in the Hualong Sect, and sighed: "The Hualong Sect is not a place for people like me. I can't beat them."

"Although I have three spiritual roots and am fairly talented, look at me. I have been in the sect for more than 30 years and am still at the ninth level of Qi training. The reason is that I am too stupid."

"When I first joined the sect, I thought I was a child of destiny and that I could definitely make a name for myself in the Hualong Sect. The elders and brothers in the sect also treated me well."

"But I didn't expect that my senior brother was very nice to me on the surface, but secretly worried that I would catch up with him and take his place."

"For this purpose, he set various traps for me to fall into."

"If he succeeds, I will never be able to build a foundation in my lifetime."

When Uncle Chu said this, he sounded calm and his true mood was unknown.

"Seeing that I had become a useless person, other brothers started to set their sights on me. They needed the life span of cultivators as a starting point to refine spiritual treasures, so they kept draining my life span."

"Overnight, I aged dozens of years."

"I knelt down and cried to the seniors, begging them to punish my brother, but they told me that the winner is the king in the world of immortal cultivation, and I was just a waste who failed along the way, so there was no need for them to help me."

"At the same time, I also lost the opportunity to obtain the Foundation Establishment Pill."

"Without the foundation-building pill, it is impossible to build the foundation."

Jiang Li frowned: "What does this mean? Building a foundation requires the use of foundation-building pills?"

Uncle Chu looked at Jiang Li in surprise, not knowing why he would ask such a question: "Could it be that you haven't established your foundation yet, and are at the ninth level of Qi training like me?"

"It's common sense that building a foundation requires a foundation-building pill."

"The foundation-building pill is controlled by the sect, and the recipe is top secret. Because of this, there are very few wild cultivators. If cultivators want to achieve something, they must join a large sect and work hard to obtain the foundation-building pill."

"Is it the Hualong Sect or the entire Eight Desolations like this?"

"Of course it's the same across the entire Eight Wastelands."

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Jiang Li understood that the Eight Desolations had a monopoly on the foundation-building method, and all cultivators had to obey the orders of the big sect.

Uncle Chu continued, "I came back this time hoping to ask Big Brother for help in finding some herbs so that I can reach the tenth level of Qi training."

"Since there is no hope of building a foundation, why bother to force it? It is better to be a hermit at the tenth level of Qi training in the mortal world."

"What's the matter with the tenth level of Qi training?" Bai Hongtu asked.

Uncle Chu looked at the three people who were in high spirits and said with a wry smile: "You three are in high spirits, so of course you won't encounter the same troubles as me."

"The tenth level of Qi training is not as good as the top, but better than the bottom. Once you reach the tenth level of Qi training, your cultivation will stagnate and there will be no hope of building a foundation."

"This method of cultivating the tenth level of Qi has a history of tens of thousands of years. It is said that it was created by frustrated Qi cultivators like me in desperate situations. They named it the Fake Foundation Building Method, which is not only a self-deprecation, but also a self-entertainment."

"After this method was introduced, I don't know how many cultivators at the ninth level of Qi training chose this path of no return."

Jiang Li could see that the reason why this Uncle Chu couldn't build his foundation was because he was poisoned by a very difficult to detoxify poison, which required a variety of spiritual herbs in a precise proportion to be detoxified.

“Although I expected it, I still feel bad when I see the true situation in Bahuang.”

Jiang Li shook his head and took out a detoxification pill from his storage ring.

Produced by the Spiritual Medicine Sect, it is cheap and even those at the ninth level of Qi training can afford it.

If Uncle Chu was in Jiuzhou, the poisoning could be cured on the same day.

“This is…” Uncle Chu took the pill hesitantly. It looked like he couldn’t afford the pill.

"Antidote pills can cure your poison."

Uncle Chu looked at Jiang Li with suspicion. Living in Hualong Sect for many years had made him no longer trust others.

Seeing this, Feng Qiang's master couldn't help but say, "Brother, his cultivation is obviously higher than yours, what can you use to your advantage?"

Uncle Chu still didn't believe it, and blurted out: "Of course there is, my life span can still be used to refine weapons, my corpse can be refined into a zombie, and my soul can enter the Soul-Guiding Banner."

What he said was not groundless, but what he saw and heard in the Hualong Sect.

In the end, Uncle Chu chose to believe Jiang Li, and took the pill with trembling hands.

Uncle Chu's eyes widened, and he clearly felt the changes taking place in his body: "This, this is..."

The pill gives people a refreshing feeling. The power of the pill dissolves the toxins that have been bothering them for years and disappears as if they have seen their natural enemy.

"I can build my foundation again!"

Uncle Chu yelled and screamed like a madman. He knelt in front of Jiang Li again, crying and swearing to thank Jiang Li for his great kindness until his death.

He searched for an antidote for more than ten years but found nothing. He returned to his hometown in despair and gave up on himself.

I never thought that I would be able to meet a master and receive such a great fortune in such a desperate moment.

(End of this chapter)