The Legend of Qingpeng: Starting from the Costinus

Time slips silently like quicksand through your fingertips. In the blink of an eye, nine years have passed.

During these long years, the demon world is still in turmoil.

Li Qing, on the other hand, stayed with his family in Longhai Pearl and quietly worked on his own path in the quiet training room.

The training room, this dim environment, is now full of changes because of Li Qing's presence.

The light in the room is soft, and the walls are inlaid with faint spiritual stones, which emit a warm light, adding a bit of warmth and mystery to this secluded space.

The air was filled with a faint medicinal fragrance, which was emitted by the rare elixir that Li Qing had just swallowed. It contained the essence of heaven and earth, and was slowly nourishing Li Qing's body and soul.

Li Qing sat cross-legged with his eyes closed and concentrated, the formula of Heavenly Demon Killing Immortal Strategy flowing slowly in his mind.

The demonic power circulates with the magic formula, like a trickle in an ancient river; although it is inconspicuous, it contains the power to destroy the world.

After a moment, a green vortex slowly condensed around him. This wind seemed to carry the wildness and unruliness of the demon race, and also contained the ultimate truth and mystery of heaven and earth. It surrounded Li Qing, as if it had covered him with an invisible layer of green clothes.

As time passed, Li Qing's expression gradually became solemn and focused; his breathing became long and deep, blending with the breath between heaven and earth.

Finally, after a long breath, he slowly ended the exercise, placed his hands lightly on his knees, and let out a long sigh, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders.

When he opened his eyes again, there was a strange light flickering in them, which was a desire for power and a determination to transcend oneself.

He felt the demonic power in his body growing again. It was a real and tangible progress that filled him with an indescribable sense of accomplishment.

Compared with the days in the past when he relied on cause and effect and chance to make rapid progress in his cultivation, he now cherishes this down-to-earth practice process more.

Only in this way can he more deeply understand the true meaning of cultivation, and make him more convinced that only after thousands of trials and tribulations can one become a truly strong person.

Li Qing sat on the mat, closed his eyes gently, and bent his fingers unconsciously, as if he was calculating the passage of time in silence.

Since that day, he took the fifth-level precious elixir containing tremendous energy into his body, and has quietly passed through one of the four seasons.

Four full months passed like sand passing through your fingertips, silently.

During these two months, he seemed to be isolated from the world, and the changing weather and seasons in the outside world had nothing to do with him.

He only knew that in this small space, he was moving step by step towards a higher realm.

During these four months, for him, who was once a fourth-level demon, the time required to refine a pill was obviously beyond his previous expectations and was much slower.

Of course, the path of spiritual practice is full of variables and challenges, and this slow process is one of the normal things that practitioners must face.

He knew very well that every improvement in his cultivation was the result of time and sweat, and one should not rush for quick results.

In fact, it only took three months to initially refine such a high-level elixir, which was enough to attract attention even among the demon clan.

This speed is largely due to his unique demon body.

This demonic body not only gave him extraordinary strength and speed, but also demonstrated amazing efficiency in refining elixirs and absorbing spiritual objects from heaven and earth.

Those energies that are difficult for ordinary monsters and even humans to digest can flow smoothly in his body like a trickle and gradually transform into his own power.

Just imagine, if a human cultivator tried to refine this pill, it would probably be a long and arduous process.

It may even take more than ten months or even several years to slowly digest the medicinal properties.

But as Li Qing is a demon, this advantage from his bloodline allows him to deal with it more easily.

What's more, he can use the natural state of sleep to allow his body to continue working in dreams, quietly digesting every bit of essence in the elixir.

Although this method would slow down the refining process a little, it saved him a lot of energy.

However, the differences in cultivation between the demon race and the human race go far beyond this.

Although the human race is not as fast as the demon race in refining spiritual objects, they are more efficient in utilizing spiritual energy.

Due to the different body structures, humans are able to convert more of the absorbed spiritual energy into improvements in their cultivation during the practice process.

The powerful bodies of the demon race are like a bottomless pit, swallowing up a large amount of spiritual power to maintain the strength and vitality of the body, and only a small part of it is actually used to improve cultivation.

It is these subtle and profound differences that constitute the different landscapes of the demon race and the human race on the path of cultivation.

Li Qing knew very well that no matter what race or method, the path of cultivation was a long and lonely journey.

He will continue to move forward on this path with more determined steps, constantly exploring and breaking through, until he reaches the legendary supreme realm.

He has been practicing for countless years. For him, time is no longer a simple passage of time, but has turned into the accumulation of cultivation, the tempering of his state of mind and the firmness of his determination to practice the Tao.

Standing up, Li Qing's movements seemed calm and unhurried. He patted the hem of his clothes lightly, as if he was brushing off the dust on his body and the fatigue brought by practice.

Then he slowly walked to an elaborately carved chair nearby.

The chair was made of a rare thousand-year-old ebony spiritual wood, and its surface glowed with a faint glow, which complemented the ancient atmosphere of the cave.

He sat down lazily, his body sinking naturally into the chair, as if he had found a moment of peace.

Then, Li Qing's eyes fell on the tea table beside him, where a set of exquisite tea sets was placed. Steam was rising, bringing with it a fresh and elegant tea fragrance.

He slowly stretched out his hand, and the teapot flew out of thin air. His fingertips lightly touched the teapot, and the warm touch was transmitted to the palm of his hand through the porcelain.

He lifted the teapot lightly, turned his wrist slightly, and a thin stream of tea fell accurately into the cup. His movements were smooth and flowing, revealing an extraordinary temperament.

Take a sip of tea, the warm taste slowly melts on the tip of your tongue, as if it can wash away the dust in your soul.