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After three rounds of drinks, the banquet came to an end.

He Yihuan brought Jiang Qingwu back to Tingxue Peak.

"Do you feel that the spiritual energy is blocked from entering your body when you practice now? Also, your spiritual roots have been damaged, but I don't know if there is some external force protecting your spiritual roots." He Yihuan said to Jiang Qingwu.

As He Yihuan led Jiang Qingwu back to Tingxue Peak, Jiang Qingwu's emotions were mixed. She felt confused and anxious about the blockage of her spiritual energy during cultivation, and she was also worried about the damage to her spiritual roots. He Yihuan's words gave her a glimmer of hope, but also made her realize that her path to cultivation might be much more difficult than she had anticipated.

"External force? Could it be the system?" Jiang Qingwu pondered, thinking back to the system she'd brought with her when she'd traveled through time. That mysterious entity always seemed to help her at crucial moments. She wasn't sure if this system was the "external force" He Yihuan had mentioned, but she decided to explore the possibility when the time was right.

Jiang Qingwu's brow furrowed, knowing she needed to find a solution. She thought of the plot about spiritual root replacement she'd read in a novel in her previous life. Although she wasn't sure if such a practice existed in the Dongxu Realm, she decided to keep an open mind. Perhaps the sect might hold secrets and methods she didn't know about.

"I've seen the method of repairing spiritual roots in an ancient book before. I never thought I'd find it useful one day." He Yihuan chuckled. "Don't worry. To be on the safe side, I'll go verify it again."

"Thank you, Master." Jiang Qingwu was very grateful in her heart. She knew that she would have new concerns in the Dongxu Realm. Just like the Spring Orphanage in her previous life, Wuliang Sect was her second Spring Orphanage. The difference was that in the Dongxu Realm, she had a master who cared for her like an old father.

thank you so much……

As night fell, a gentle breeze blew past the towering, mysterious, and majestic Tingxue Peak. In the bright moonlight, the figures of the master and disciple appeared exceptionally slender, as if the path they walked, like their elongated shadows, stretched into the endless distance.

He Yihuan slowly escorted Jiang Qingwu to the door of Miaofengju where she lived, and said softly, "Have a good rest. I will handle those troublesome things for you." His words revealed a firmness and care.

"Thank you, Master..." Jiang Qingwu gazed at He Yihuan's receding figure, a warm feeling welling up in her heart, filled with warmth and gratitude. She silently turned away, stepped into the house, and gently sat down on the bed. Her mood gradually calmed down, and she began to contemplate her future.

Jiang Qingwu secretly made up her mind that no matter what difficulties and obstacles were waiting ahead, she must devote herself to cultivation with all her strength and be determined to become a stronger person.

As night fell, the stars sparse, Jiang Qingwu sat cross-legged in a quiet spot on Tingxue Peak, eyes closed, expression solemn. Her breathing gradually became slow and deep, each breath a subtle exchange with the surrounding spiritual energy. Her clothes rose and fell gently with the rhythm of her breathing, and a vortex of spiritual energy gradually formed around her. As if drawn by some mysterious force, the spiritual energy in the air slowly gathered towards her.

In her body, spiritual energy flowed slowly along her meridians, each cycle more difficult than the last. She could sense that the spiritual energy had encountered an obstruction at a certain point, like a solid gate, blocking its forward movement. But Jiang Qingwu remained undeterred. Her will was as firm as iron, and she directed the spiritual energy again and again to attack the obstacle.

As time went on, beads of sweat began to form on her forehead. This was not only because of the hardship of the training, but also because she was constantly challenging her own limits. Her heartbeat gradually became clear in her ears, and every beat seemed to cheer her up.

"I don't believe it!" She didn't believe in fate in her previous life, and now that she was reborn into the Dongxu Realm, she doesn't believe it even more!

Time ticked by, the night gradually faded, and a faint paleness appeared on the horizon. At that moment, Jiang Qingwu felt a sudden, subtle sensation in her spirit, like the light of dawn piercing through the clouds. A surge of joy welled up in her—this was the sign that her spiritual energy was breaking through its barrier! However, after a night of intense concentration, she was now exhausted, both physically and mentally. Suddenly, a sense of relief washed over her, and she collapsed to the ground.

After a night of searching ancient texts, He Yihuan finally completed his verification. Just as he was about to share the good news with Jiang Qingwu, he saw her faint. Heartbroken, he hurried forward, extending his hands and continuously channeling his own Qi into Jiang Qingwu. His Qi, gentle yet powerful, slowly flowed through her body, helping to stabilize her spiritual energy and bringing some relief to her body.

When he noticed that the blocked spiritual energy in Jiang Qingwu's body actually began to flow smoothly, his heart was filled with surprise and admiration: "Her mind is so tenacious." He knew that to break through the blocked spiritual energy, not only patience but also a tenacious mind was needed, because it was extremely painful to break through the blocked spiritual energy.

Looking more closely, Jiang Qingwu's clothes were soaked with sweat. He Yihuan used the Qingchen Jue to tidy up her appearance. With a gentle wave of his fingers, a gentle breeze surrounded Jiang Qingwu, gently drying her clothes and taking away her fatigue.

Jiang Qingwu slowly opened her eyes. Seeing her master's concerned gaze, a warmth welled up in her heart. She knew that no matter how difficult the road ahead, as long as her master was with her, she would not be alone. She stood up and bowed deeply to her master, expressing her gratitude.

He Yihuan helped her up and said with a smile, "Qingwu, you still have a long way to go, but remember, no matter what difficulties you encounter, Master will always be by your side." A firm look flashed in his eyes, "I've already determined the prescription to repair your spiritual roots. I'll prepare the medicinal bath right away. The sooner you can repair them, the better for your cultivation."

The Ice Soul Spiritual Root Bath was a medicinal bath he prepared to repair Jiang Qingwu's spiritual roots.

"This is a thousand-year-old ice snow lotus. Its coldness has a natural attraction to your water spirit roots." He Yihuan handed Jiang Qingwu a crystal clear snow lotus. There were still some ice crystals on its petals, emitting a faint cold fragrance.

He then produced a transparent crystal, an ice-marrow crystal he had painstakingly found in the far north. "This crystal will guide your spiritual roots to absorb the cold and accelerate their mutation." A hint of solemnity lingered in his tone, clearly indicating the extraordinary origins of this crystal.

He Yihuan took out a small bottle filled with clear liquid from the storage ring. This was the polar spiritual spring he collected. The spring water was cool and full of spirituality, and was an excellent aid for practicing water-attributed exercises.

Finally, he took out a stalk of black ice grass and a small bottle of frost essence. The leaves of the black ice grass were covered with frost flowers, and the frost essence was collected in the coldest moment before dawn, and every drop contained extreme coldness.

He Yihuan placed the ingredients in front of Jiang Qingwu one by one, and then began to instruct her on how to use them for a medicinal bath. His voice was deep and powerful, and every word was clearly heard by Jiang Qingwu.

"This medicinal bath process may be a little painful, but as long as you persist, your spiritual roots may be repaired or even mutated." A hint of expectation flashed in He Yihuan's eyes. He knew that this was both a challenge and an opportunity for Jiang Qingwu.

Jiang Qingwu nodded solemnly, her hands clenched into fists, her heart filled with determination. She knew this would be a crucial moment in her cultivation journey, and she had to give it her all.

Jiang Qingwu knew full well that the medicinal ingredients and spiritual objects in the medicinal bath were rare treasures, and a wave of emotion welled up in her heart. She recalled her past life, when she had been a bottomless pit of wasteful resources. Yet, surprisingly, she remained the same in this life, as if her fate had already been determined.

She pondered this to herself, unaware of a common phenomenon in the world of monks: all monks consumed resources to varying degrees. Some consumed more, others less; some expended vast quantities of resources but saw minimal improvement in strength, while others, despite spending minimal resources, saw significant progress.

Take the Wuliang Sect, for example. Almost everyone here is a significant consumer of resources, yet their achievements are directly proportional to their efforts. Because of this, the Wuliang Sect has extremely strict standards for recruiting inner disciples—only those with exceptional talent and intelligence are selected. Consequently, compared to other sects, the number of Wuliang Sect inner disciples is quite small. However, this doesn't mean that there are so-called "waste" within the Wuliang Sect's inner gate. On the contrary, those who are able to enter the Wuliang Sect's inner gate are all exceptional and talented individuals, truly the chosen ones of heaven.

"Of course, mutation is possible, but not inevitable." He Yihuan thought for a moment and added, he has always been rigorous.

"I understand, Master. I am ready to use the medicine at any time. It is entirely up to you to decide." Jiang Qingwu nodded cautiously.

"We should do this as soon as possible, so let's start now. You are still young, so you don't need too many medicines." Adhering to the idea of ​​thriftiness, He Yihuan immediately prepared a medicinal bath for Jiang Qingwu. Coincidentally, he had collected the recipe for this medicinal bath during his previous travels.

He Yihuan placed the Millennium Ice Snow Lotus, Black Ice Grass, and other ingredients one by one into a bathtub made of ten-thousand-year-old cold jade, then slowly poured in the Polar Spirit Spring. The herbs slowly released their energy in the spring water, and a light white mist began to fill the entire tub.

When everything was ready, He Yihuan said, "Go in."

Jiang Qingwu took a deep breath, took off her coat, and carefully stepped into the medicinal bath. The cold spring water immediately surrounded her body, and she felt a chill rushing from the soles of her feet to her forehead, making her shiver.

However, she didn't retreat. Instead, she began to follow He Yihuan's instructions, slowly guiding the spiritual energy within her body. The medicinal essences in the spring water began to react with her spiritual roots, and she felt waves of cold air being drawn into her body, blending with her water spiritual roots.

This process was not easy. Every flow of spiritual energy was accompanied by waves of pain, but Jiang Qingwu gritted her teeth and persevered. She knew that only after experiencing such pain could her spiritual roots truly transform.

He Yihuan stood guard quietly, his Qi flowing slowly through his body, ready to deal with any situation that might arise. His eyes were filled with determination and confidence; he believed Jiang Qingwu would succeed.

As time passed, the mist in the tub grew thicker, and Jiang Qingwu's figure loomed in the mist. He Yihuan's brow furrowed. He could sense subtle changes taking place within Jiang Qingwu's body. Her spiritual roots were gradually absorbing the surrounding cold air and beginning to mutate.

Finally, after a long wait, Jiang Qingwu felt the tingling sensation in her body gradually disappear, replaced by a cool and comfortable feeling. She slowly opened her eyes and found that her spiritual roots were completely surrounded by a layer of light ice-blue light.

She succeeded! With the help of the medicinal bath, her water spirit roots successfully mutated into ice spirit roots. A glimmer of joy flashed in her eyes, knowing that this meant her path to cultivation would become even broader.

He Yihuan couldn't help but smile with relief when he saw the changes in Jiang Qingwu. He knew that Jiang Qingwu's future was full of infinite possibilities, and as her master, he would always be by her side, guiding her to a higher level.

"Master! I succeeded! I can sense that my spiritual roots have not only been repaired, but have also successfully mutated into ice spiritual roots!" Jiang Qingwu exclaimed in surprise! Her baby voice excitedly told He Yihuan the good news.

"Well, I have sensed it. From now on, you can start practicing without distraction again."

"Yes! Thank you, Master!"

"First, you should practice the sect's technique, 'Boundless Galaxy Technique'." He Yihuan handed the sect's technique to Jiang Qingwu and continued to introduce it to Jiang Qingwu -

"The Infinite Galaxy Art" was created by the founder of the Infinite Sect. Using the stars in the universe as a guide, practitioners meditate on the trajectory of the galaxy and absorb the essence of the stars to strengthen their spiritual power and physical fitness. During the practice, practitioners will go through three stages: from stardust to star core, and then to the galaxy. Each stage has its own unique practice method and mental method.

At the Stardust Stage, practitioners learn to sense the spiritual energy around them and condense it into tiny stardust-like points of light, storing them within their spiritual altars. Practitioners at this stage can sense subtle changes in nature and use the power of the stars to accelerate the healing of wounds.

In the Star Core Stage, when the stardust has condensed to a certain degree, the practitioner begins to attempt to condense the stardust into a star core. The formation of a star core is a complex process that requires the practitioner to have extremely high mental concentration and precise control of the power of the stars. The practitioner who successfully condenses the star core will have a qualitative leap in strength and will be able to use the power of the stars for attack and defense.

The Galaxy Stage, the highest realm of the Infinite Galaxy Art, allows practitioners to synchronize their star cores with the star map of the Void Realm, forming a powerful energy field. Practitioners at this stage can trigger small, powerful galactic storms.

The founder further developed three techniques: Galaxy Escape, a technique that harnesses the power of the stars for rapid movement, allowing the practitioner to instantly vanish from one location and reappear in another a hundred miles away; Star Shield, which harnesses the power of the stars to form a powerful shield capable of withstanding powerful attacks; and Star Core Burst, which releases the star core energy within the body all at once, generating immense destructive power.

Jiang Qingwu listened carefully to He Yihuan's introduction to the sect's cultivation techniques, taking careful note. Jiang's father and mother had previously discussed cultivating the mind-training techniques, stating that the Jiang family's cultivation techniques were inferior to those within the sect. Consequently, even though Jiang Qingwu had mastered Qi-induction and Qi-training, she had never practiced any mind-training techniques. Jiang's father and mother hoped she would excel in the aristocratic family competition, earning the sect's attention and allowing her to cultivate a more powerful mind-training technique. Other aristocratic families shared this sentiment regarding their gifted children.

Now, after listening to her master's introduction of "The Art of the Infinite Galaxy", she exclaimed in her heart, "Wow, it's worthy of being the number one sect!"

"Disciple will definitely practice well!"

"Hmm." He Yihuan thought about it and thought that Jiang Qingwu might not even be able to recognize all the words, so he said, "I will use my spiritual consciousness to pass on the contents of the Heart Sutra to you. Don't resist."

"Okay!" Jiang Qingwu was stunned. Oh, that's right, if she can't read, it won't be a problem! Master is really thoughtful!

He Yihuan pointed his two fingers at Jiang Qingwu, but before Jiang Qingwu could react, the contents of "Infinite Galaxy Sutra" suddenly appeared in his mind, "Thank you, Master!"

"Practice well." He seemed to be talking to Jiang Qingwu but also to himself.

He Yihuan left Miaofengju and returned to his cave. After solving such a big problem, he was exhausted. Before he knew it, the sky had changed from dawn to sunset, and he began his own cultivation.

General Affairs Hall.

Li Qingtong was here with Shi Chenbai sorting out the sect order for the clothes that were to be provided to the little junior sister, because the restrictions of the sect order needed to be engraved by Shi Chenbai himself.

"Well, Junior Sister's destiny has changed! It's actually her spiritual roots that have mutated! Amazing..." Shi Chenbai exclaimed, and then casually handed Feng Ci the sect's skills, "One day, you will be able to recite them by heart. Go ahead."

"Yes, Master, I'll take my leave." Feng Ci retreated with a bitter face.

"Qingtong, the Aristocratic Family Competition will be held in half a month. Have you thought of the list of elders who will attend?" As an elder of the General Affairs Hall, he had to remind Li Qingtong regardless of whether he remembered it or not. Nowadays, the resources in the world of cultivation are gradually drying up, and it is unknown whether there will be any good seedlings emerging from this Aristocratic Family Competition.

"This year, Senior Sister Lin will go with you to take a look," Li Qingtong said. The next demonic tide is only a few hundred years away, and the number of talented people in the cultivation world has dwindled dramatically...

"Alas..." The two seemed to have thought of the same thing and let out a long sigh together.