Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 332 Simultaneous Cultivation (Part 2)

The cultivation of the Cold Yin Nine-Bend Palm requires a sufficient amount of Yuan Blood.

He was forced to cultivate the Qianyang Gong and Feilong Gong due to insufficient Yuan blood. The purpose of dispersing the skills was to dispel the Qianyang Gong and Feilong Gong, allowing the turbid blood in his body to revert to Yuan blood.

He was always worried that dispersing his internal energy would have a lot of side effects on his body, leading to a decrease in the total amount of vital energy, a decline in physical strength, and a reduction in potential.

But actually, if we think about it from a different perspective...

The key to this matter lies in the amount of innate vital blood, which is the total amount of qi and blood in the human body.

The amount of innate vital blood in the human body is limited, varying from person to person, but there is always a bottleneck. This is why martial arts practitioners can only cultivate a maximum of three styles, and true martial arts masters can only strengthen their skills a maximum of three times. The reason he is currently losing his power is due to insufficient vital blood, which is caused by a congenital defect.

So, as long as we find a way to make up for the deficiencies, increase the total amount of vital blood, and increase the total qi and blood in the human body, then it seems that everything can be solved.

Ultimately, this is the root cause. If we trace it back in detail, there's absolutely no need for him to dissipate his power; he only needs to find a way to increase his primordial blood.

In this way, as long as he has enough Yuan Blood, he can cultivate both martial arts and true skills at the same time!

As for what Zhong Han said about cultivating too many skills affecting the breakthrough of true cultivation, he didn't care at all.

Anyway, with the system at my disposal, as long as I have enough vital energy, I can just use the system to push through difficult levels.

Han Yi became more and more excited as he thought about it, a glint of brilliance flashing in his eyes, so much so that he didn't listen to what Zhong Han said afterward.

"...As far as I know, there are no fewer than five kinds of great medicines in Yunzhou that can repair the root bone and increase the total amount of vital blood. Looking at the whole world, there are countless such things."

You can cultivate your true skills while simultaneously focusing your efforts in this direction. There's always a way...

"Wait a minute, are you even listening?"

Zhong Han's gentle voice stopped abruptly, clearly indicating that she had noticed Han Yi's distraction.

She immediately widened her eyes and pointed out with displeasure. What she hated most was when people didn't listen to her properly during her lectures.

"I've been listening, I've been listening." Han Yi clasped his hands in thanks. "Thank you for your guidance, Senior Sister!"

He bowed deeply.

Don't underestimate Zhong Han's seemingly casual remark; when someone is lost in confusion, what they often need most is this kind of unintentional guidance.

Many people feel that despite their best efforts, the results are still unsatisfactory and they haven't reached their expected goals, leading them to blame fate and others.

But in reality, direction is often more important than effort.

Only by making the right choices and striving in the right direction can one possibly reap rewards.

Han Yi was exactly like that. If it weren't for Zhong Han's words, perhaps he would still be thinking about how to reduce the aftereffects of dispersing his internal energy, how to recover quickly after dispersing his internal energy, or how to find a perfect way to disperse his internal energy.

In reality, he doesn't need that at all; he just needs to find a way to increase the amount of Yuan Blood.

This significantly increases the feasibility of the plan.

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Zhong Han looked at Han Yi's sincere gratitude and a big question mark popped into her head.

She didn't know how to solve Han Yi's problem either; she was just saying so many random things out of a sense of responsibility as the senior sister.

But no matter what, as long as it helps the other person, that's all that matters.

She smiled and said, "Since it's useful to you, then go back and practice diligently, and strive to master the Nine-Bend Palm as soon as possible. You should know that our Nine-Bend Academy also has requirements for the number of years of cultivation at each level."

Within the Nine-Bend Courtyard, the first level of true skill is generally required to be mastered within a year. If one fails to do so, one can only leave the inner courtyard in disgrace.

This is both pressure and motivation.

However, the first level is just the beginning, and most disciples can pass it smoothly.

"Thank you, Senior Sister." Han Yi bowed again. "Since that's the case... then..."

He was just about to say a few polite words and leave when suddenly, someone knocked on the gate again.

"Senior Sister, Senior Sister Hong, Senior Brother Fang and the others have invited you to Wangchun Garden to admire the flowers." An outer court disciple, acting as a messenger, came to deliver the message. He stood at the door, not coming in, and said cautiously.

To be honest, he didn't want to get involved in this mess, but unfortunately, circumstances were beyond his control, and he had no choice but to bow his head when he was under someone else's roof.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhong Han's originally pleasant face immediately turned cold, and a strange look appeared on her face.

Han Yi stood there, still not understanding why.

Zhong Han took a deep breath and said to the outer disciple at the door, "Please pass on a message for me: thank you for the invitation, but I'm tied up with other matters and can't find the time."

These guys initially agreed that they were going sightseeing, but every time she went, that guy from the Three Mountains Sect would always show up.

It's one thing if it happens once or twice.

But after this happened many times, she finally saw it clearly.

The so-called outing was merely an excuse to invite her out and persuade her to accept the marriage proposal from the man from the Three Mountains Sect. This was no leisurely trip; it was clearly an act of lobbying on behalf of the man from the Three Mountains Sect, putting pressure on her.

She is not averse to blind dates.

However, she hadn't taken a liking to the man from the Three Mountains Sect from the start, yet he actually sent his deputy sect leader, Fang He, to propose marriage.

Fang He, the deputy sect leader, is also considered one of her uncles.

As soon as he walked in, he started spouting all sorts of grand principles, saying that girls must pursue happiness and freedom, but often, due to a lack of experience and perspective, only people of the older generation can truly discern whether someone is right for them.

In Fang He's words, Chen Ying's son from the Three Mountains Sect was as if he and she were a match made in heaven.

But the more she thought this way, the more she opposed it.

If I didn't choose you, and you stepped forward on your own, pursued the relationship again, and won recognition, then that's fine.

However, they constantly pull strings, using all sorts of connections and friends to exert pressure, coerce, and entice through any means necessary…

She really wouldn't be interested in someone like that!

"Please excuse my rudeness, it's just a personal matter." Zhong Han cursed inwardly for a while before remembering that Han Yi hadn't left yet. She said apologetically, "Junior Brother Han, what did you just say?"

"Oh, it's nothing." Han Yi could also tell that something was wrong with her, so he quickly said, "I just thank you for your guidance, Senior Sister. If there's nothing else, I'll be going now."

"You're too kind. We're fellow disciples; helping each other is only right." Zhong Han forced a smile.

Han Yi clasped his hands in a fist salute, bowed, and took his leave.

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Library.

In the blink of an eye, several more days have passed.

Ever since Han Yi received the inspiration from Zhong Han that day, he had been secluded in the library, searching for relevant materials and information. "This one, it's not..." He slowly put the red-covered book labeled "The Theory of Bloodlines" back on the shelf.

"How about that one...?" He saw another book on another bookshelf.

It was a thick, black-covered book with four enticing characters on the cover: "The Origin of Primal Blood".