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Chapter 17 Am I the one in a million genius in Xuan cultivation?
The charity cemetery did not keep guests at night, and Feng Xue had no plans to stay. Having already copied the secret manual and written down a lot of notes, he paid the balance and, with his senior brother's advice of "If you don't understand anything, feel free to ask, just avoid the master," he came to a nicely decorated, half-Chinese, half-Western hotel.

Although he actually planned to rent a house in the county, it was already late at this time, and it would probably not be easy whether he found a house by himself or asked a broker for help.

After spending a hundred coins to rent a room in the upper room, I finally placed the package weighing over ten kilograms by the bed. Then I heard the little white snake, who had been silent the whole time, suddenly say:

"It's getting dark. Put me by the window. I want to practice!"

"Oh? Weren't you staying in the temple yesterday? Or did you not practice yesterday?" Feng Xue was a little surprised, but the little white snake said:

"It's okay in the wild, but it's different in the city. A place with too many people will be filled with willpower, and the moonlight from the moon will mix with it. Fortunately, this hotel doesn't have many guests, so the impact isn't too big. As long as you're close to the outer wall, it's fine. If you buy a house in the future, it's best to find one with fewer people around, or at least one with a yard..."

"So why should I consider your cultivation when buying a house?"

Feng Xue looked at the snake eyes on the ring that looked like black gemstones with a bit of amusement. The little white snake heard this and said in a complicated tone:

"Aren't you planning to treat me as your family fairy?"

"Oh? So you agree?" Feng Xue said in a playful tone, but the little white snake said angrily:

"no!"

"Then why should I help you practice? You don't even want to help me practice!" Feng Xue immediately asked back. He sealed the little white snake in order to have an encyclopedia of practice. Although the other party is not cooperating now, because of the existence of [Determination of Destiny], this little white snake can be regarded as a weapon of self-defense.

But if it's just for self-defense, the level of cultivation doesn't seem to be that important...

The little white snake was also stuck by this question. She certainly couldn't be the cauldron for this guy's cultivation. Being a family fairy or something like that was also a helpless choice after losing her physical body. Although her physical body had been changed, at least it was still there, and there was hope of achieving enlightenment. Who would be willing to walk the path of a ghost!
But since she was under the control of others, she needed help from others if she wanted to have a cultivation environment.

The little white snake pondered and finally found a valid reason, and said immediately:

"Can't you turn me into something else? Before, when you turned me into that strange car, it consumed my demonic energy when it ran. I need to have a higher level of cultivation to run faster!"

"Oh?" Feng Xue was a little surprised to hear her say that. He had been wondering why the motorcycle could run without a fuel tank and a battery. He thought it was because it consumed bioenergy, or the wheels were simply hands and feet, and driving was just waving hands or something.

But now it seems that it is actually driven by demonic power?
Then electric batons and stun guns also convert demonic power into electricity?
But since demonic power can be converted into electricity, why can't it be used to drive a laser gun?
Although he didn't quite understand the key point, Feng Xue felt that his understanding of the Little White Snake's [Gate Seal] entry was still a little superficial. He was thinking about finding an open space to test it out later. However, since the Little White Snake said so, there was really no reason to refuse. He took off the ring and placed it by the window, not forgetting to remind him:
"If someone steals your words, remember to shout!"

"Heh!" The little white snake made a noncommittal nasal sound, but Feng Xue didn't bother with it. He just came to the bedside and started visualization training.

However, to his surprise, entering into a state of meditation was much easier than he had imagined. Within just a few minutes of closing his eyes, he had entered a state of lucidity with no thoughts or ideas.

"So simple? I'm not practicing it, am I?"

As soon as the distracting thoughts came to mind, Feng Xue immediately emerged from the state of meditation. As his myriad thoughts returned, Feng Xue actually relaxed a little. "Being able to be ejected means I'm truly in a state of meditation, not just a hallucination of obsession. But why do I feel so relaxed?"

Feng Xue didn't quite understand, but he closed his eyes and concentrated again, and returned to that clear state again.

"It's indeed very easy. Could it be that I am a one in a million genius in Xuan cultivation?"

Feng Xue came out of meditation again, and thought a little uncertainly that what he said was actually not wrong. After all, in the past ten days or so since he crossed over, he had unknowingly completed the practice of "eliminating distracting thoughts", which ordinary cultivators would need months or even years to get a glimpse of.

In other words, if he hadn't been able to clear his mind of distractions, the dozen or so days of counting down the days would have driven him crazy!
"Forget it, existence is reasonable. I won't die anyway, so I'll continue practicing!" After making up his mind, Feng Xue banished all distracting thoughts and stared at the black ink spot on the white paper.

This process lasted for about twenty seconds. He suddenly closed his eyes, and a white dot appeared in his mind.

Although this technique using the phenomenon of persistence of vision is not very sophisticated, it is quite useful. It directly skips the most difficult entry stage of visualization and allows people to intuitively see the scene "inside the mind".

Following this feeling, Feng Xue entered a state of concentration and used the breathing rhythm of the martial arts. With each breath, he tried to imagine that there were streams of heat flowing from his limbs to his heart, then following his breathing, sinking into his dantian, and rising from his tailbone, finally reaching the Baihui point and entering his sea of ​​consciousness.

At first, it was just an illusion, a technique of contemplation that used the mind to mobilize. But as the black spot in his mind slowly faded, Feng Xue opened his eyes again and was about to take another look at the black spot, but was shocked to find that there was another line of small words above his head -

[Refining Essence into Qi: Practicing breathing techniques while entering a state of concentration can transform essence and blood into vital energy.]

"Wow! This thing is really something! Does it mean that as long as I succeed once, even if it's a tiny success that I don't even know where I succeeded, I can repeat it over and over again?"

Feng Xue was delighted, but forced himself to calm down.

After locking the [Refining Essence into Qi], the life lock naturally popped open. Feng Xue closed his eyes again while feeling secretly helpless.

But this time, entering into a state of meditation seemed quite difficult. Without his lifespan locked, Feng Xue always felt empty in his heart.

He tried hard to adjust his mood and calm his distracting thoughts, but it took him a full ten minutes to finally calm down.

But at this moment, the ink spot that remained in the field of vision had already disappeared without a trace.

Feng Xue opened his eyes again, closed his eyes, concentrated his thoughts, and meditated. He finally understood the difficulty described in the secret book, but when the breathing method started to work, it was a completely different feeling.

If the heat flow imagined before flowing through the limbs and bones was like the slight pain when stretching the arm hard, then at this moment, it was like getting an IV drip in the hospital, and you could really feel something flowing in your body.

This feeling cannot be described as wonderful, and it is even a little weird, but Feng Xue felt a faint joy in his heart. He did not dare to think too much, but just mobilized the vital energy to flow all the way, and finally flowed into the sea of ​​consciousness, and injected it into the afterimage that was so faint that it seemed like it would disappear at any time. Immediately, the virtual image solidified!
(End of this chapter)