I am a living immortal.

Chapter 338 Caught Off Guard

This breath is long and can't be exhausted. It also contains true energy, which surges endlessly with the exhalation of this breath.

When the foul air was completely exhaled, the life force continued to transform into true energy. The huge amount of energy even penetrated the body and formed a thin layer of mist around the old goat, which glowed golden under the refraction of sunlight.

The practice of martial arts naturally accompanies the development of true qi, and there is no need for self-cultivation. The old goat didn't know how different the human form he conjured was from his real human form, but he knew that the person who discovered martial arts was truly a genius.

Specific moves activate every muscle, bone, and meridian in the body, with the heart as the center and the spine as the support, transporting blood throughout the body. This is called a circulation. It's like a switch.

Completing a Zhoutian is like turning a key, fitting various "clicks" together perfectly, and the human body will naturally produce a kind of life energy called "true qi".

It was slow at first, but eventually, each breath completed a cycle, and the Qi grew explosively. The spiritual and demonic Qi in the old goat's body remained separate from the newly born Qi, neither interfering with the other.

Spiritual energy and demonic energy were constantly transformed into life energy, and life energy was mined and transformed into true energy. Although such a conversion seemed to be a loss - high-energy spiritual energy was converted into low-energy true energy.

But that’s not actually how it’s calculated.

It's not equivalent. It's roughly like one part of spiritual energy converts to one part of life energy, one part of life energy converts to one hundred parts of true qi, and if one hundred parts of true qi are smelted, they can even convert to 1.2 to 1.3 parts of spiritual energy. It's... quite magical.

Whether it is mana or true energy, they are all lower forms, but it does not mean that they cannot be converted back.

The old goat was a little confused at first: Isn’t this a perpetual motion machine?

Am I a genius?

Later, it turned out that wasn't the case, because he overlooked one point: promoting the reverse conversion itself would consume a few points of spiritual energy. This meant that they were actually equivalent, damn the law of conservation of energy. With the old goat's current strength, he still couldn't create something out of nothing.

Achieving balance was the limit of what he could do.

But it doesn't matter. If it doesn't work at this stage, it will definitely work in a hundred or eighty years. If it still doesn't work, who knows how powerful Su Mu will be by then. If she has an epiphany, won't she be able to fly on the wind?

The old goat remained calm. However, his efforts over the past two weeks hadn't been in vain; he had mastered the art of martial arts. Now, when he wielded his sword, his skill alone was enough to kill the Yuhua Sword master.

Very strong. Next, I'll see if there are any top-tier techniques, and then I'll have to fight. Learning a lot is just empty talk without fighting. Only through constant battle can one truly master all these skills. After all, the opponent isn't just imagining things; a real person will surprise you.

"Why are you still here?" The old goat looked at Chen Tao on the wall.

"Look at you practicing martial arts. I thought you were practicing Taoism." Chen Tao said half-jokingly.

"That's about the same. What do immortals look like in your opinion?" asked the old goat.

"It's about flying in the sky, hiding in the ground, moving mountains and filling the sea, or floating in the air, with one sword frosting fourteen states, and half a fist and half a palm asking the questions of a thousand years. I haven't seen it, but it should be like this anyway." Chen Tao thought for a moment and replied.

"Actually, martial arts can also do it, you see." The old goat said, and with a force of his feet, he floated up in the air and came in front of Chen Tao.

This scared Chen Tao so much that he almost fell off the wall.

This scene was completely detached from his understanding of martial arts. He had seen Qinggong before, but the highest level was only comparable to the "Treading Snow Without Traces" level. However, "Treading Snow Without Traces" still required stepping on the ground, using leverage. How could it be suspended in front of him like this?

"Are you sure this is martial arts? Don't frame me."

"What's there to criticize? You're just inexperienced. Martial arts aren't as bad as you think, and immortals aren't as high-end as you think. Even if they were, you wouldn't necessarily think so. You might even think they're crazy."

Is the Mirage Dragon strong enough? Despite its downfall, it's still undeniably a congenitally divine being, and one of above-average strength. But in reality, it's just a venomous, arrogant dragon.

Is Su Mu strong enough? In his superficial understanding, Su Mu is someone who can easily cover the sky with one hand and turn the world upside down. She is a calm and profound person who can also be funny from time to time.

Su Mu had no pretense of being profound, unless he wanted to pretend.

"Ah? What are you talking about?" Chen Tao looked puzzled.

"Are you trying to show off?" Chen Tao looked at the old goat with an "I knew it" look on his face.

"I know you're amazing and possess unique skills. So, how much Qi do you have?" Chen Tao looked at the old goat, his eyes still filled with shock. The old goat's ability to fly was actually quite simple; it was akin to "throwing a brick with great force," lifted by the immense Qi. The principle was simple, but the execution was difficult; the Qi needed to be condensed to a certain level.

"A lot. I don't know how much."

Chen Tao felt a little fooled, so he changed his tone: "How long can you maintain this state?"

"Always."

"Always?"

"Yes, I can support myself and keep flying. I can even take you flying with me." As he said that, without waiting for Chen Tao's agreement, a stream of air lifted him up and he flew up.

Suddenly, the old goat thought of something interesting and his mouth curled up.

Chen Tao's heart skipped a beat. The man before him was wicked, truly wicked. His prim exterior was completely black. He'd experienced this before. So when the old goat's lips curled, he knew something was amiss. He didn't even have time to refuse, to run. The gap in strength was a bottomless chasm that couldn't be bridged by just one or two "unwillingnesses."

So, he flew.

At an extremely fast speed, he felt the wind blowing across his cheeks, and he soared higher and higher, even seeing the clouds in the sky in the blink of an eye. He was not afraid of heights, but he still subconsciously shouted.

He was then astonished by the sight before him. He was looking down at the entire world, feeling as if the world was at his feet. This perspective was magical.

Then the old goat said, "It's a nice view."

Chen Tao nodded, thinking that the old goat would say something profound next.

However, he still felt that he didn't understand the other person well enough.

Because if he knew enough, he wouldn't think that the old goat was pretending to be profound, and all this was just a complete farce, just to catch him off guard.

“Ah ...