Once I enter the pass, great Confucian scholars will surely debate the classics for me.

"Isn't it a bit hasty for him to start cultivating like this?"

"Outrageous! Aren't you afraid of going mad from qi deviation and going insane on the spot?"

"Perhaps this person is very wise and confident, otherwise he wouldn't dare to start refining like this."

The three servants, who were also roommates, exchanged surprised glances when they saw Zhou Qingfeng begin cultivating. They put down their manuals and began to pay close attention to Zhou Qingfeng.

As time passed, the black mist gradually became viscous, almost like a substance.

Even from several meters away, you could feel the coldness and filth.

Zhou Qingfeng's physical body was completely shrouded in turbid air.

His whole demeanor became sinister and malevolent.

These foul energies naturally linger between heaven and earth, mixed with a great deal of evil desires and resentment. Now that they have gathered in one place, ordinary people, let alone absorb them, will have their minds twisted and perverted simply by being in them.

That is, cultivators who specialize in consuming turbid energy dare to cultivate using turbid energy as their foundation.

With the aid of the Mind-Cleansing Pill, Zhou Qingfeng felt completely calm, peaceful, and perfectly clear-headed.

The whispers of anger, resentment, and seduction hidden in the murky air kept ringing in my ears.

He ignored it all, treating it as if it were just nonsense.

He focused solely on gradually channeling the turbid energy within his body back into his heart, transforming it into pure magical power.

Time flew by, and another hour passed.

The black turbid energy gathered around Zhou Qingfeng gradually thinned out and was being absorbed into his body at a visible speed until the turbid energy was completely absorbed.

Zhou Qingfeng slowly exhaled and opened his eyes.

The moment I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was the faces of my three roommates right in front of me.

This startled Zhou Qingfeng, who instinctively braced himself on the bed with both hands, did a backflip, and used his feet to push off the wall to leap over the heads of his three roommates, landing on one hand about ten feet away.

His agility was like that of a flying man.

"Holy crap, you guys are scaring me half to death! What are you doing?" Zhou Qingfeng slowly got up, clapped his hands, and looked at his three roommates speechlessly. Then he realized that his physical body had undergone a transformation.

No, it wasn't just that his physical body had become stronger; a mysterious power seemed to exist within his heart. With just a thought, a ball of black magic appeared in his palm: "I think I've... mastered it?"

The three of them stared at Zhou Qingfeng, dumbfounded and shocked.

They never expected that Zhou Qingfeng's hasty cultivation would actually succeed in one go.

From opening the manual to successfully mastering the technique, it only took two hours in total.

The three of them looked at Zhou Qingfeng as if he were a freak, gave him a thumbs up, and exclaimed in unison, "Big Brother is awesome!"

Zhou Qingfeng: "???"

"Please have a seat, brother."

"Brother, have some tea."

"Big brother, are your legs sore? Let me massage them for you." As soon as Zhou Qingfeng succeeded in his cultivation, his three roommates immediately stepped forward to fawn over him, abandoning all sense of dignity and bottom line, hoping that Zhou Qingfeng could share his cultivation experience.

However, Zhou Qingfeng is just young, not stupid. On the contrary, he has an extremely high IQ and quick thinking, because a person's IQ is at its highest during high school, and then it gradually declines.

The three people in front of me are roommates, but also competitors.

According to Steward Qiu, only two or three people will remain after a year, and the vast majority of the 19 people will definitely leave.

Helping others is like digging a hole for yourself, but directly refusing will definitely strain the relationship. What if one of the three is petty and retaliates out of jealousy and resentment?

Living in the same room, it's really troublesome when your roommate does something disgusting behind your back.

Thinking of this, Zhou Qingfeng decided to play dumb and pretend to be brainless: "Trick? I don't have one. Since we have the secret manual and the resources, let's just get started. Why think so much?"

"Ah, this..." The three looked at each other, speechless.

Just then, the aroma of food wafted in through the doors and windows. Zhou Qingfeng sniffed it and immediately perked up, getting up to get bowls and chopsticks: "The kitchen sent in food, hehehe, I wonder what we'll be eating tonight."

The three of them stared at Zhou Qingfeng, who was eating so enthusiastically, like a glutton, and were speechless for a moment.

"Is he really stupid, or is he pretending to be stupid?"

"I don't know. Judging from how eager he was to cook, it didn't seem like he was faking it."

"Alright, let's eat. After we finish eating, we'll start our cultivation. We don't have much time left."

The three of them shook their heads and got up to get bowls and chopsticks.

In the servants' quarters, Steward Qiu remained, secretly observing the newly arrived servants from the rooftop.

The first person to successfully cultivate was about to appear.

Butler Qiu was initially surprised, but then his face was full of appreciation and approval.

He immediately took out a pen and paper and wrote down his evaluation: "Zhou Qingfeng, the servant, has excellent temperament, excellent courage, decisiveness, is quite shrewd, has strong action ability, and excellent aptitude. He is worth focusing on cultivating."

As he wrote this, Butler Qiu watched Zhou Qingfeng frantically eating, looking like a starving ghost reincarnated. After a slight hesitation, he added: "He's a glutton; he's probably afraid of being hungry again."

……

Nineteen people were housed in a separate servants' quarters.

News of Zhou Qingfeng's successful cultivation spread quickly during dinner. The first success gave others courage, and after dinner, people began to try cultivating one after another, trying to catch up.

After all, if you can't be number one, you can't be number one either.

Seeing that they had all started cultivating, Zhou Qingfeng didn't idle either.

In order to better understand and control his own changes, he began practicing the family martial art, Zhou Family Boxing, in the courtyard.

Zhou Family Fist is a style of boxing that is both delicate and powerful, swift yet agile. It emphasizes speed and gentleness, using speed to overcome slowness. It belongs to one of the Southern Fist styles. Zhou Qingfeng was a member of the Zhou family and naturally inherited the true teachings of Zhou Family Fist.

Among the various boxing styles, Zhou Qingfeng is most skilled in the Swastika Fist, the Cross Fist, and the Great Tiger Subduing Fist.

The Cross Fist technique utilizes agile footwork for advancing and retreating, employing diagonal steps to launch attacks, moving with the speed of the wind, and using the weak to overcome the strong.

The Wanzi Fist draws upon the full power of the body to attack, becoming stronger against stronger opponents, using hardness to overcome hardness.

The Great Tiger-Taming Fist uses internal energy to generate power, employing numerous palm techniques. It emphasizes sinking power and steady energy, aiming to defeat the opponent in one move.

As Zhou Qingfeng's boxing practice progressed smoothly, his magical power began to stir instinctively. Streams of magical power surged forth under the guidance of his boxing techniques, unleashing a fierce and violent force.

As the turbid air surged across the body's surface, it gradually formed the strange phenomenon of a black tiger roaring wildly.

"Drink!" Zhou Qingfeng's bones and muscles throbbed, his magical power surged wildly, and with a wave of his palm, the black tiger image wrapped around his body soared into the air and slammed into the willow tree in front of him with all his might, like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.

"Boom!" The huge willow tree, which took three people to encircle, was instantly dented.

Tree debris flew everywhere, grass fell to the ground, and the creaking and shaking of the tree trunk sounded like a mournful cry.

The power of this palm strike was terrifying.

"Damn!" Zhou Qingfeng was stunned when he saw this. He gasped and stared at his hands in disbelief: "Is this the force of my punch?! Am I that good?"

He never imagined that Zhou Family Fist, which was only used for physical fitness, could unleash such terrifying power.

This gave him a new understanding of his own abilities.

Unfortunately, after that palm strike, his inner magical power was instantly drained.

Fortunately, a bridge has been built between my troubled heart and the world.

As long as the mind does not die, the turbid air will not cease.

There's no need to sit cross-legged, form mudras, or ingest impure energy; it can automatically absorb impure energy and restore magical power, at most taking a little time.