Alien Science Cultivation

"He has a restless heart... He loved to do good deeds when he was young, and always loved to show off... He wanted to travel the world... rob the rich and help the poor... After he was fortunate enough to enter the Qingshan Sect, his ambitions were even higher than the sky... He wanted to achieve the supreme existence and eliminate all dangers for the human race. Every day he was either practicing or studying various techniques. Even after being injured, he did not give up his obsession... He secretly absorbed spiritual energy to practice more than once... He struggled on the brink of life and death several times... I had no choice but to keep him by my side, firstly to keep an eye on him and make sure he didn't do anything reckless... Secondly, I let him run around with me so that he wouldn't have time to think too much. I was even more afraid that one day he would... die of depression... He belongs to this world... not to any force..." Wang Yan's voice was very soft, her eyes full of memories, and she choked up again... Tears unconsciously slid down her delicate face without her realizing it, and in the end she was filled with guilt... Her hands began to tremble...

She didn't know how much time had passed, but when she came to, she found only Wang Yu lying in the room, and herself, looking haggard... After a moment of daze, she noticed a thick book on Wang Yu's chest. It looked very ancient, and even in the Qingshan Sect, there were few books with such a sense of age. "The Curse of the Dead... It's a technique... Hehe... Thank you... Thank you..." Wang Yan could no longer suppress her emotions. Tears fell like beans... Uncontrollably... She knelt deeply outside the window. The emotions she had suppressed for so many years were finally released. Her brother's dream was no longer just a fantasy...

She knew that the technique Zhang Qiang had given her brother meant that he could practice it. As for how to repair his brother's dantian and meridians, Zhang Qiang didn't want to talk about it, so she naturally didn't ask. With Wang Yan's keen eyesight, she naturally felt that this technique alone might be something they could never repay in their lifetime...

A moment later... Wang Yan struggled to suppress her emotions, stood up, and slowly walked over to Wang Yu's side, awakening him from his slumber. Wang Yu, awakening from his slumber, felt waves of supreme power emanating from his dantian and meridians. He examined his dantian and meridians in disbelief, a look of stunned silence for a long moment. He then slowly raised his head and looked at Wang Yan... his eyes weren't filled with joy, but with immense heartache and concern...

"Sister... what stupid thing have you done? Such a powerful person's move... how much will you have to pay..." Wang Yu asked anxiously, but all he got in response was Wang Yan's tearful smile...

"Is it the old guy from the Yao Chi Holy Land or the Eternal Holy Land... ? I'm going to beg him to let you go. Even if it means death, I don't want you to ruin yourself like this..." Wang Yu's tone became more and more excited. He didn't want to see his sister become someone else's appendage for him, even if it meant death... he would not hesitate.

As soon as Wang Yu finished speaking, a "pop..." sounded, and Wang Yu felt a burning sensation on his face, and his emotions gradually calmed down. Wang Yan looked at Wang Yu's red face, and with a distressed look on her face, she hugged Wang Yu, who was sitting on the bed, into her arms.

"Sister, you haven't lost anything... The one who healed you may not be a powerful person... but he is definitely trustworthy. You must practice diligently in the future. You may be able to follow his footsteps and embark on the supreme path... and realize your dream... Remember... don't tell anyone about what happened today... You must keep a low profile from now on. The war is imminent... Sister will take care of you... You must survive..."

"Damn... Wang Yan is so sentimental, it made me cry... When did I decide not to repair people's Dantian last time? I really won't do this anymore..." Zhang Qiang muttered to himself resentfully, wiping away the tears from his eyes. He might have been moved by the deep brotherly love between Wang Yan and Wang Yu, or perhaps he missed his family. He had a dual consciousness, a dual identity. He missed his family in Qingshan Town, and he missed his family on Earth... He didn't hide his tears, and felt this rare feeling of missing his family with his heart... At this moment, a golden light began to flash around the Yin-Yang fish in his Dantian, and the Xiantian Bagua diagram slowly appeared on the periphery of his Dantian, shimmering with dazzling golden light. Until the golden light faded, the Bagua diagram slowly rotated around the Tai Chi ball in his Dantian...

However, the eight trigrams are not flat, but arranged in a spherical shape. They are divided into yang and yin, with the upper part being the yang and the lower part being the yin...

After a day and night of flight from Shadow Peak, the four spaceships arrived above a city called Moon-Watching City. Moon-Watching City was unlike any other city. Rather than a city, it resembled a towering fortress, perched atop a flattened mountain. From afar, the terrain and smoothness of the city made it seem as if the mountain where Moon-Watching City sat had been carved out by a mighty sword. The ground was perfectly level... an irregular circle with a diameter of ten kilometers. This scene caused the disciples on the various peaks to gasp in shock. There were few facilities or buildings on the ground. In the center stood a modest, six-story circular palace, surrounded by rows of single-story houses, resembling dormitories. As the mountain approached, five figures from the palace flashed into the air. Two elderly men led the way, followed by two middle-aged men and a woman. The two elderly men appeared to be at the middle stage of the Feather Transformation Realm, while the other three were also nearing the middle stage. As the Fiery Peak approached, Elder Yao quickly appeared before the old man. After a few simple pleasantries, he entered the palace. The three peaks of the Qingshan Sect also floated in the air next to Wangyue City, but the personnel on each peak did not go down until the evening, when the spaceships of the four Eternal Holy Lands arrived... Then everyone was summoned to the square in front of the palace by a call to assemble. They were divided into four teams: one team from the Eternal Holy Land, one team from the Qingshan Sect, and two teams that looked like local sects. From their clothing and the number of people, it was not difficult to see that their sect was in a difficult situation and could not even have a unified dress. One team wore a uniform red embroidered shoulder with the golden words "Wangyue Sect" embroidered on the sleeve. The other team wore a bamboo raft engraved with the words "Wangyue Sword Sect" on the left side of their chest.

Compared to the tens of thousands of troops from the Qingshan Sect and the Eternal Holy Land, these two teams were completely different in numbers and momentum, each consisting of only a hundred or so members. Judging from their sect names, it was almost certain they were from the vicinity of Wangyue City. The people here seemed to have an inexplicable fondness for the word "Wangyue." Even the dilapidated palace before them was called "Wangyue Pavilion."

Though they numbered only a few hundred, their attire varied, each one held a murderous aura in their gaze, and most bore scars to varying degrees. While cultivators could repair scars, they seemed to be proud of them, frequently lifting their sleeves or tearing open their clothes to expose their scars. This silenced the cultivators from the Qingshan Sect and the Eternal Holy Land who had been about to tease them. As cultivators themselves, everyone could sense their bravery. That murderous aura couldn't be faked; it was the product of countless battles. For the cultivators from the Qingshan Sect and the Eternal Holy Land, arriving on the outskirts of the Western Forest was a rare experience, but for them, it was simply everyday life, earning a certain respect from the crowd.