Crossing to Douqi Continent and walking sideways

Xiao Muchen knew very well that the requirements and tests put forward by the elders of the Lin clan were by no means easy. In order to be able to deal with them successfully, he did not hesitate to embark on a more arduous path of cultivation.

At dawn every day, when the night has not completely faded and the eastern sky has just turned a little pale, Xiao Muchen has quietly stood up. He is wearing that slightly old but neat training suit, taking light and firm steps, and running swiftly towards the quiet forest. In the forest, the morning mist is diffused like a veil, shrouding everything in a hazy mystery. The crisp chirping of birds comes one after another, like a beautiful morning song played by nature, as if cheering and singing for the new day. But Xiao Muchen has no intention of appreciating this picturesque scenery at the moment. In his heart, there is only one important thing, cultivation, which is his unswerving goal and persistent pursuit.

After arriving at an open space deep in the forest, Xiao Muchen slowly closed his eyes and sat cross-legged. He first took a deep breath, letting the air with the fragrance of grass and trees and the moist air of morning dew fill his entire chest, feeling the vitality and vigor of nature. Then, he exhaled slowly, as if to expel all the distracting thoughts, worries and uneasiness in his heart with this breath. He repeated this several times until his mind returned to calm, like a calm lake, clear, peaceful, and calm. Then, he began to guide the fighting spirit in his body to run slowly through the meridians. The rising sun shone through the gaps in the leaves, sprinkling on him in patches, forming patches of golden light, like jumping elves. But he was unaware of it, and immersed himself in cultivation, as if he had merged with the forest and become a part of nature.

As time went by, Xiao Muchen gradually increased the speed of his Dou Qi. A slight swelling pain came from his meridians, as if tiny needles were gently pricking him, and this tingling sensation became more intense as the speed of his Dou Qi increased, gradually turning into a continuous pain that penetrated deep into his bones. His brows were tightly furrowed, and fine beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead. Those beads of sweat were as crystal as pearls, sliding down his cheeks one by one, dripping on the ground in front of him, and disappearing in an instant, leaving only a small wet trace. But he gritted his teeth and persisted. His lips were bitten bloodless and pale as paper, but his face showed an extremely determined expression. With his tenacious will, he continued to break through the limits of his Dou Qi. His clothes were soaked with sweat, and his clothes were tightly attached to his body, outlining his muscle lines that were tense due to the effort. Every muscle was trembling slightly, showing the huge pressure he was under. However, there was no pause in his movements. Under his guidance, the fighting spirit was like a surging river, surging and moving forward.

During the process of cultivation, Xiao Muchen did not have a smooth journey. Several times, he was eager for success and wanted to achieve a greater breakthrough in a short period of time, which caused his fighting spirit to lose control in his body. At that moment, he only felt a sharp pain in his meridians, as if he was being torn madly by countless ferocious beasts. The fighting spirit in his body ran around, losing control like a wild horse, and madly attacking his meridians and internal organs. The pain was indescribable. He couldn't help but groan, his body trembled violently, and his face instantly became as pale as paper, without any blood. Cold sweat poured out like a waterfall, and he seemed to have been fished out of the water.

But he never gave up. Every time he was injured, he would seriously reflect on his mistakes. He would find a quiet corner, sit down quietly, close his eyes, and carefully recall every detail of his practice. His eyes were focused and deep, as if he wanted to see the essence of the problem through his memory. Was the speed of the fighting spirit too fast, exceeding the limit that the meridians could bear? Or was the route deviated, and he strayed into some small and fragile meridian branches? Or was it that at the critical juncture, his state of mind was not stable enough, causing a slight fluctuation, causing the fighting spirit to lose control?

Then, based on his own summary, he adjusted his cultivation method and replanned the steps and rhythm of cultivation. He would slow down the initial speed of the Dou Qi, starting like a trickle, and gradually increase the intensity, so that the meridians would have enough time to adapt and withstand. He would study the route of the Dou Qi more carefully, and keep in mind the direction, width, and bearing capacity of each meridian, ensuring that every step was accurate, just like walking in the dark but accurately avoiding every trap. He would also meditate for a longer time before cultivation, so that his mind could reach an ethereal state, free from any external interference, and maintain absolute stability. When he set foot on the road of cultivation again, his eyes were full of determination and confidence, and there was no longer any impatience or recklessness.

And Lin Wan'er always stays by his side. When Xiao Muchen is tired of practicing, she will appear quietly like a gentle breeze, and thoughtfully hand him a glass of cool spring water and a clean towel. Her movements are as gentle as falling petals, and her eyes are full of concern and heartache. Watching Xiao Muchen drink water in big gulps and wipe the sweat with a towel, the corners of her mouth will unconsciously rise, revealing a smile of relief but also a hint of worry. She will gently massage Xiao Muchen's shoulders and arms, with just the right strength of her fingers to help him relax his tense muscles, and say some encouraging words: "Muchen, you are already great, take a break, don't tire yourself out." Her voice is gentle and sweet, like a clear spring in the mountains, flowing in Xiao Muchen's heart, bringing him endless warmth and strength.

When Xiao Muchen encountered a difficult problem in cultivation, Lin Wan'er would discuss it with him without hesitation. She would sit beside him and listen carefully to his confusion, her beautiful eyes looking at him intently, as if his voice was the only one in the world. Then, she would use her knowledge and insights to provide him with some unique ideas. Sometimes, they would argue endlessly over a problem and express their own opinions. Lin Wan'er would argue with reason and put forward her own views, with clear organization and rigorous logic. And Xiao Muchen would also concentrate on thinking about her words, nodding and shaking his head from time to time, with a flash of thinking in his eyes. This kind of argument stimulated Xiao Muchen's thinking more, allowing him to look at problems from different angles and broaden his thinking, like lighting a bright lamp in the dark. The sound of their discussion echoed in the mountains and forests, interweaving with the singing of birds and the rustling of leaves, forming a unique and harmonious movement.

When Xiao Muchen was frustrated by failure, Lin Wan'er encouraged and supported him with gentle words and firm eyes. She would gently hold Xiao Muchen's hands, which were soft and warm, conveying endless strength and trust. Her voice was like a spring breeze, gentle but powerful: "Muchen, don't be discouraged, I believe you can do it. Every failure is a stepping stone to success. As long as you don't give up, you will be able to overcome difficulties." Her eyes were full of trust and expectation, like bright stars, which rekindled Xiao Muchen's fighting spirit and filled his heart with hope and courage. With her company, Xiao Muchen's mood would gradually calm down, and he would regain his confidence and courage, as if a traveler in the dark saw the dawn ahead.

After a long period of accumulation and precipitation, Xiao Muchen felt that he had ushered in an opportunity for a breakthrough. He secluded himself for several days in a closed cave, and set up a spirit gathering array around him to gather more spiritual energy from heaven and earth.

Xiao Muchen sat cross-legged in the center of the cave, using all his strength to circulate his Dou Qi. Dou Qi rushed through his meridians like a raging torrent, impacting the bottleneck leading to the Eight-Star Dou Sheng. Every impact brought heart-wrenching pain, but he clenched his teeth and said nothing.

Lin Wan'er was waiting anxiously outside the cave, praying silently for Xiao Muchen in her heart.

As time went by, the fighting spirit in Xiao Muchen's body became more and more violent, and the spiritual energy in the cave became chaotic. Just when he was almost exhausted, a trace of unwillingness flashed through his mind, and suddenly a strong willpower burst out, driving the fighting spirit again to launch the final attack.

There was only a muffled sound, as if some kind of confinement had been broken, and the Dou Qi in Xiao Muchen's body instantly became unobstructed, rushing madly into a new realm. He was surrounded by a bright light, his aura surged, and he successfully broke through to the eight-star Dou Sheng.

When Xiao Muchen walked out of the cave, Lin Wan'er cried with joy and hugged him to celebrate. But Xiao Muchen knew that this was just the beginning, there was still a long way to go and more difficult challenges were waiting for him. With Lin Wan'er's company, he continued to devote himself to more arduous training and made full preparations for future challenges. He knew that only by constantly improving himself could he gain a firm foothold in the Lin clan and realize his own value.