Bamboo Mound

After Ning Chang fixed the spiritual energy within the water droplets, the water droplets enveloping them did not stop moving.

Instead, it resembles a water clump, with an undulating surface, but so small that it is almost invisible to the naked eye.

Unable to discern anything, Ning Chang used the same method to capture another water droplet and a raindrop.

However, due to inertia, it escaped halfway when trying to capture the raindrop.

Observing water particles and droplets, he discovered that their structures were no different, and that by capturing more water particles and combining them together, they would become water droplets.

Unable to understand the formation of the water droplets for the time being, Ning Chang gave up the research and absorbed the spiritual particles in the water droplets used for research.

While he was studying, some water droplets mischievously drifted into his eyes, making him feel a little itchy.

Ning Chang blinked hard and then sat back down in her original spot.

By this time, the tea in the pot was almost ready, so Ning Chang poured two cups and placed them on the table to cool.

Seeing that nothing was amiss and that the rain wouldn't stop anytime soon, Ning Chang simply began cultivating in the pavilion.

"There are thirteen bottles of Spirit Gathering Pills left, which is thirty-nine pills. Each Spirit Gathering Pill will last for about half a day."

"Logically speaking, even if I finish them all, I can ask for more, but that's for later. These Spirit Gathering Pills can sustain my cultivation for almost twenty days."

He swallowed another Spirit Gathering Pill, then held the spirit stone and began to absorb spiritual energy.

At this moment, if someone were to look at Ning Chang from the outside, they would notice that water vapor was constantly gathering around Ning Chang near the pavilion!

As noon approached, Ning Chang voluntarily withdrew from his cultivation state, by which time he was already extremely hungry and thirsty.

"I forgot to take my fasting pills this morning!"

He gritted his teeth and thought to himself. Just then, he saw two cups of tea on the table. Ignoring the fact that they were getting cold, he picked them up and drank them all in one gulp, which slightly relieved his hunger.

He was already at the third level of the Spirit Gathering stage, just one step away from entering the fourth level. He successfully advanced to the fourth level as soon as he swallowed the Spirit Gathering Pill!

After a whole morning of cultivation, he barely made it to the fifth level before the effects of the medicine wore off.

He felt the spiritual energy surging within him and had never felt so powerful before!

As spiritual energy flows through his meridians, it subtly transforms his body. This transformation is so subtle that one doesn't even realize the enormous changes he has undergone.

Ning Chang knew that the self-perception illusion brought about by this change was fatal, so she quickly adjusted her mindset.

"Wait... a surge?"

Ning Chang sensed the spiritual energy in his dantian again and found that its form had changed.

Originally, the spiritual energy in his dantian was like gas, gathered in the dantian, and only moved when it was drawn in.

But now, the surface composed of these spiritual energies ripples gently like the surface of water, bringing a slight coolness.

Upon further investigation, it was discovered that only the surface layer was like this; the interior remained as still as before.

Has the spiritual energy changed?

"Based on the available information, the change in spiritual energy is due to the cultivation of a technique that alters the properties of spiritual energy, so we can rule that out for now."

The Fiery Heart Technique, when activated, transforms spiritual energy into fire-attribute spiritual energy, possessing the characteristics of flames and providing a warm sensation.

At the same time, it is not easy to cultivate non-fire attribute spiritual roots.

Based on the phenomena observed, the spiritual energy in this part of my dantian that possesses an attribute should be water-attribute spiritual energy.

But I don't have any water-based cultivation techniques; these can only be transformed by water-attribute spiritual energy. Is it because I cultivated in the rain?

The idea had barely surfaced when he immediately rejected it.

"It's unlikely. Firstly, when he was studying the water particles, the spiritual energy in the water particles was no different from normal spiritual energy."

Secondly, if one can absorb elemental spiritual energy in a suitable environment and thus transform it into spiritual energy within the dantian,

That would be too hasty. Water-attribute spiritual roots can simply wait for rain to cultivate, while fire-attribute spiritual roots can be cultivated by lighting a fire, and so can metal, wood, earth, and even other attribute spiritual roots.

"But I'm a fire-type, so why can't I train with fire magic, and instead water magic is coming my way?"

Ning Chang was completely baffled. Although the idea of ​​cultivating immortality seemed somewhat illogical to him before, he realized that, like learning, he would understand it once he came into contact with it.

Ning Chang put away the spirit stones and sat cross-legged by the stone pavilion. By this time, the rain had subsided considerably, with only light raindrops drizzling down.

He absorbed a small amount of spiritual energy from the rain and kept it in his meridians. He could feel it from both sides and found that this spiritual energy from the rain was no different from normal spiritual energy.

After circulating and refining this spiritual energy, Ning Chang got up and stopped thinking about the origin of this water spiritual energy.

The unsolved questions would be resolved naturally in the future, but he planned to ask his master again why Old Deng had bothered him.

Thinking of this, Ning Chang stopped arguing, put away the stone teapot, left the tea set on the stone table, and went back to the house with his flower umbrella.

Before leaving, Ning Chang glanced at the newly sprouted bamboo shoots one last time, and this glance brought him a pleasant surprise:

His vision remained clear. When he finished his cultivation, he attributed the clear vision to the fact that he had kept his eyes closed for a long time. Whenever he closed his eyes for a while, he would find his vision clear when he opened them again. This condition usually only lasted for a few minutes.

But now, Ning Chang found that his eyes were still clear, just like before he became nearsighted, which made him overjoyed.

Before this, he was nearly 200 degrees nearsighted, and objects more than ten meters away appeared to be made of a frosted material. Now that he had finished his cultivation, his nearsightedness had actually been cured!

As if regaining his sight, Ning Chang looked around again, and only after he had looked at everything in the courtyard once more did he return to the house.

He shook the parasol, left the chair to dry in front of the door, took out a fasting pill and swallowed it. The unbearable hunger immediately disappeared!

Previously, since the fasting pills were not considered essential and only one pill was needed each day, Ning Chang simply placed the bag containing the fasting pills on the table and did not carry it with her.

After experiencing this hunger, Ning Chang thought about it and decided to keep it with him so as not to forget it again.

Standing before the bronze mirror, observing himself, his pale golden pupils seemed to sparkle, adding a touch of heroic spirit to his already youthful appearance.

Looking at the drizzling rain outside, Ning Chang lost all interest in cultivating.

“My master said that I should go to him when I reach the seventh level of the Spirit Gathering stage, and he will teach me martial arts.”

"Fighting is inevitable in this world. They say the first time someone fights, they'll throw up. I wonder what kind of embarrassing thing I'll do when that happens?"

"But before that, we should choose a weapon."

Ning Chang arrived at the room next to his main house, where various weapons and some armored wooden puppets were displayed.

He looked at the various weapons on the weapons rack and mentally simulated them.

"The knife, I can't slash; the sword, only its thrusting damage is high, it's not as good as the knife when slashing; the mace, it doesn't seem to have much power, and it's heavy; the spear, ouch~ it's just a punching bag at close range; the halberd is the same, too heavy for my small frame; the hammer, heavy; the axe, heavy, I can't wield it; the bow, I don't know how to use it, the arrows I shoot get smashed away in one hit..."

"What can attack from a distance and is also easy to use?..."