I want to go back to my original world and live an ordinary life.

When Qiu Yan heard the master say to take a bath for an hour, he knew that the master was going to test him again. Qiu Yan didn't know whether this kind of test would be useful for cultivation, but since the master said so, Qiu Yan had to do it. Thinking of this, Qiu Yan responded, and then walked towards the east room. After entering the east room, Qiu Yan closed the door, and then saw that the wooden barrel in the east room was full of water. This water was different from the water yesterday. This water was not only steaming, but also had a strong herbal smell. The smell was definitely not pleasant.

"What kind of test is this?" Qiu Yan looked at the water in the wooden barrel that smelled of herbs, thinking about this question while taking off his clothes. Although he didn't know what the test was, Qiu Yan was not afraid, because first of all, he was sure that the master would not harm him, and secondly, he had survived the test yesterday, so what other test could he not pass?

Just like that, out of confidence in himself, after taking off his clothes, Qiu Yan went directly into the wooden barrel. Originally, Qiu Yan thought that something extraordinary would happen after entering the wooden barrel. After all, the wooden barrel actually contained boiling water, and people would be burned after entering it, or the medicine in the wooden barrel was a poison that could corrode things, and people would be corroded after entering it, just like sulfuric acid. But what Qiu Yan didn't expect was that nothing strange happened after he entered the wooden barrel. The water was neither boiling water nor a poison similar to sulfuric acid, but a potion at normal temperature. As for what the potion did, Qiu Yan didn't know yet. But no matter what the effect was, Qiu Yan didn't care now. Anyway, it was very good to take a bubble bath after a tiring day. Just as Qiu Yan was thinking about this, the door of the room was pushed open, and Qiu Yan's master walked in from outside. Seeing his master coming in, Qiu Yan sat up straight and waited for the master to speak, because he knew that the master would not come in to watch him take a bath for no reason.

Sure enough, after Qiu Yan's master came in, he said to Qiu Yan, "This bucket of potion is made with precious medicine. It can not only strengthen your muscles and bones, but also improve your perception, allowing you to sense spiritual power faster."

"Perceive spiritual power?" Hearing the master's words, Qiu Yan suddenly thought that the cultivation in this world should be spiritual power. When the master tested his talent before, he should have tested spiritual power. However, apart from having seen spiritual power, he knew nothing about it. He did not understand what spiritual power was, let alone perceive it. So after thinking about it, Qiu Yan asked, "Master, what exactly is this spiritual power? How can I perceive spiritual power?"

After hearing what Qiu Yan said, Qiu Yan's master stroked his beard, thought for a while, and explained to Qiu Yan, "Spiritual power is a kind of energy that exists in the world, and it is also a part of the world. It is invisible and formless. Practitioners can discover their existence through mental induction, and then establish a connection with them to control them. This is the practice of spiritual power." Qiu Yan's master paused, and then added, "Whether it is a spiritual master, a great spiritual master, or a holy spirit master, their strength is also due to the help of the power of spiritual power."

"Oh!" After listening to the master's explanation, Qiu Yan nodded as if he understood, then thought for a while and asked, "Then Master, since they are all borrowing the power of spiritual power, why are great spiritual masters stronger than spiritual masters, and holy spirit masters stronger than great spiritual masters? Logically speaking, the spiritual power should be the same, but why is there such a big difference in their power?"

After hearing Qiu Yan's question, Master Qiu Yan smiled. He did not answer Qiu Yan's question, but looked at Qiu Yan and asked, "We both use tiger fists. Do you think your tiger fist can beat my tiger fist?"

"I can't beat him," Qiu Yan shook his head and answered very affirmatively.

"Why?" Master Qiu Yan asked.

"Because our strengths are different, I don't have the same strength as my master." Qiu Yan answered honestly, because he felt that the reason why he couldn't beat his master was because of strength.

Hearing Qiu Yan's answer, Master Qiu Yan smiled faintly, and then said to Qiu Yan, "It's good that you understand this." After that, Master Qiu Yan put his hands behind his back, looked at the moonlight outside the window and said to Qiu Yan, "Because of the difference in cultivation, the amount of spiritual power that practitioners can control is different. Although the amount of spiritual power does not have much impact on practitioners when the level difference is not big, there are also differences in the understanding of spiritual power between different cultivations. Because of the difference in understanding, the ways in which practitioners of different cultivations can use spiritual power are also different. For example, a strong person with a high cultivation level can compress the spiritual power and then release it, so the strength of the spiritual power will increase exponentially, while a person with a low cultivation level can only release the spiritual power alone, or simply compress it, so the strength of the spiritual power will be very weak. This is why the strength is different for different cultivation levels." At the end, Qiu Yan's master continued, "In fact, spiritual power itself does not have any power. It is only because the use of practitioners can give them the power to split mountains and fill the sea, so how to use them is the key to strength." After that, Master Qiu Yan looked at Qiu Yan, as if asking Qiu Yan if he understood what he meant.

"I understand, Master." Qiu Yan seemed to understand what the master meant, and said simply. Qiu Yan said that he understood, not in the way he pretended to understand, but that he really understood. His master's meaning should be similar to the principle of a high-pressure water gun. Ordinary water has no lethality, but if the water is released under pressure, the power of the water can be great, and even hard rock steel plates can be easily cut, and the compression his master said must be what he meant.

"Okay, I'm glad you understand!" Qiu Yan's master nodded gently, then turned around and was about to leave, but stopped as soon as he turned around, and then said to Qiu Yan, "If you have nothing to do during this hour of bathing, you can try to feel the spiritual power. Although it is a little too early for you to feel the spiritual power now, you should not be able to sense it given your situation, but there is nothing else to do anyway, so just give it a try. I will come to call you when the time is up." After saying this, Qiu Yan's master left, leaving Qiu Yan alone bathing here.

After the master left, Qiu Yan thought about what the master had just said and prepared to give it a try, because as the master said, he really had nothing to do at this time. Instead of having nothing to do, he might as well find something to do, so that time would pass faster. Just like that, Qiu Yan closed his eyes and began to try to sense the spiritual power. One second, two seconds, one minute, Qiu Yan closed his eyes, thinking in his mind that the spiritual power was coming quickly, while sensing the surroundings, but at this time Qiu Yan could not feel anything except the temperature of the water in the wooden barrel. "Could it be that my way of sensing is wrong?" Qiu Yan thought to himself, thinking that this was possible. He had seen on TV before that most people would sit cross-legged when practicing, and then pinch their hands to make an orchid finger and place it on their legs. And after he came to this world, he did see his master sitting cross-legged in meditation, but his master did not pinch his orchid finger. Does cultivation require sitting cross-legged? Qiu Yan thought about it, and then he sat cross-legged in the wooden barrel and started to meditate. In order to be consistent with the practitioners on TV, Qiu Yan also pinched his orchid fingers and placed them on his legs, and then closed his eyes slightly, looking like a decent practitioner. But even if he changed his posture, Qiu Yan still didn't feel the existence of any spiritual power. Instead, after sitting cross-legged for a while, Qiu Yan felt a little tired, so Qiu Yan gave up this posture, stretched his legs, and found the most comfortable posture to lie in the barrel. Maybe because it was too comfortable, Qiu Yan felt a little sleepy after a while, and this time Qiu Yan did not control himself to fall asleep, but adjusted his posture to make himself sleep more comfortably. Just when Qiu Yan's consciousness was about to fall into a deep sleep, some blue light spots appeared in Qiu Yan's consciousness. Although Qiu Yan, who was about to fall into a deep sleep, saw these light spots, he didn't pay attention to them because he was too sleepy. His consciousness told him not to care about those things, and sleeping was the most important thing. Just like that, Qiu Yan fell into a sleepy sleep. It was unknown how long it had been before Qiu Yan woke up again. At this time, Qiu Yan looked out the window and found that the moonlight outside the window was still there, and the master did not come in to call him, which meant that it was not yet an hour.

After yawning, Qiu Yan became a little more alert. At this moment, Qiu Yan recalled the small blue dots that appeared in his consciousness just now, and he couldn't help but become curious. "What are those blue dots? Could they be spiritual power?"

Qiu Yan was still thinking about this when he heard the master's voice coming from outside the door, "It's time, you can come out!"

Hearing the master's voice, Qiu Yan didn't think about it anymore. He couldn't figure it out anyway. After answering the door, Qiu Yan came out of the barrel. After coming out and putting on his clothes, Qiu Yan went directly to the main room. The master was still sitting in the main room, and the barbecue on the table was still the same, so Qiu Yan sat directly at the table, picked up the barbecue and started eating. This time, Qiu Yan's master didn't stop Qiu Yan. After all, he asked Qiu Yan to come out to eat this time. The barbecue was still hot. Qiu Yan didn't know what method the master used to keep it hot, but the temperature was just right. Qiu Yan ate the barbecue while looking at the master. He saw the master sitting there with his eyes slightly closed. He didn't mean to eat or do anything else. He just sat there with his eyes closed. Seeing his master like this, Qiu Yan couldn't help but get curious. Although he and his master had only known each other for a short time, only two days, he was very curious about why he had never seen his master eat, nor did he see his master do other things, such as barbecue. Qiu Yan had never seen his master barbecue, but he could always prepare barbecue three times a day, which made Qiu Yan very curious. So Qiu Yan couldn't help but ask out of curiosity. "Master, I have never seen you eat, aren't you hungry? Also, I haven't seen you grill anything, but every time you can take out barbecue for me to eat, where did all this barbecue come from?"