Infiltrating the world of cultivation

In fact, the dynasty was indeed indulging in wishful thinking.

The place where Nangong Qingyu stayed was a courtyard similar to a traditional Chinese courtyard house. Wang Chao's room was some distance away from Nangong Qingyu.

The imagined wonderful thing of a lone man and woman in a room, with desire ignited and passion about to erupt, never happened.

Her cultivation level is so high that Wang Chao can't even leave this courtyard; he might be captured and brought back by Nangong Qingyu.

It was also because Wang Chao had been in the mines for too long that his yang energy was too strong and he had nowhere to release it. Those places of entertainment were too expensive for him to afford.

As a result, nowadays, seeing a female person can evoke some strange associations, let alone a stunning beauty like Nangong Qingyu.

Back in his residence, Wang Chao circulated the "Qinghui One Qi Technique" once, and only then did he feel the nameless fire deep within his heart gradually subside.

At this moment, he had three Spirit Gathering Pills in his hand, as well as ten Spirit Nourishing Pills that Nangong Qingyu had paid in advance.

Now is not the time to use the Spirit Gathering Pill. Although the Spirit Gathering Pill is more potent than the Spirit Nourishing Pill, its most important function is to break through bottlenecks.

The Spirit Gathering Pill has a remarkable effect on opening up acupoints and is suitable for breaking through bottlenecks.

However, Wang Chao has not even reached the first stage of Qi Refining, let alone the bottleneck.

After the dynasty had completed two cycles of operation, it regulated the activity level of its bodily functions and began taking the Spirit Nourishing Pill.

He had a premonition that the journey back to the No. 3 mining area from the market would not be peaceful, and the more strength he had now, the more secure his life would be.

Coming to the cultivation world as an undercover agent is like playing a game, but the kind of game where you can't die and there's no chance to start over.

Once you die, the game is over.

The presence of people around Han Dianli gave the dynasty a strong sense of crisis; it seemed that Han Dianli had made thorough preparations.

Although the retreat route designed by Wang Chao and Zuo Qiuzhen was extremely secretive, they still had to prepare for a backup plan.

After taking a Spirit Nourishing Pill, Wang Chao began to cultivate with his eyes closed. A warm spiritual energy filled his limbs and bones as the pill dissolved.

The biggest difference between pills and spirit stones is that pills are absorbed more efficiently, unlike spirit stones which require refining. The medicinal power of pills can be directly integrated into the body.

After refining the Spirit Nourishing Pill, Wang Chao felt that the spiritual energy in his body had improved slightly. Without stopping, Wang Chao took another Spirit Nourishing Pill.

His body was instinctively refining the elixir, but his consciousness was immersed in the nine-story ancient pagoda. Wang Chao continued to practice the Qingfeng Sword Technique and the Treading Wind Step diligently.

This is the only technique he knows, and although it's martial arts, it shouldn't be underestimated.

Zuo Qiuzhen, for example, relied solely on the power of his martial arts to demonstrate the integrity of a martial artist, and was able to fight against a cultivator at the second stage of Qi Refining.

He declared his ambition: "My heart is set on martial arts, and I will rise to the top with ease."

The white-robed Imperial Preceptor, Li Wenshu, was also capable of fighting against someone at the third stage of Qi Refining.

By the time the dynasty had finished refining the ten Spirit-Nourishing Pills, it was already the next morning.

Outside the attic, the cold wind knocked on the doors and windows, the withered trees swayed in the breeze, and a pleasant rustling sound came from behind. When Wang Chao pushed open the door, he was greeted by a scene of snow falling all over the world.

Winter had arrived. Wang Chao hunched his shoulders and shivered. He then circulated the Qi cultivation chapter of the "Qinghui Yiqi Jue" to gradually dispel the chill.

This cultivation method has another advantage: it saves money on clothes. Fashion-conscious girls can walk on the streets in miniskirts even in the freezing winter.

"Those winter clothing brands are probably going to go bankrupt, right?" Wang Chao thought with a wry smile.

In the courtyard, Wang Chao leaped down, took out a three-foot-long sword made of refined steel, and began to wield the Qingfeng Sword Technique.

This three-foot-long sword was brought from Earth. The storage chips from the previous dynasty were not all technological products; they also contained silk needles and thread.

The Silk Road is understandable, after all, it's the crystallization of our ancestors' wisdom. But what are needles and thread used for, and what does it have to do with an undercover mission?

And what was with learning needlework and embroidery before? I bet those high-ranking officials in China never dreamed that they would be mining in this godforsaken place.

Casting aside his thoughts, Wang Chao began to wield the Qingfeng Sword Technique, coordinating it with the Treading Wind Step, and Wang Chao transformed into a wisp of ghost.

That white-robed Imperial Preceptor, Li Wenshu, was truly a genius, having mastered martial arts techniques to an extreme.

Unfortunately, the path of martial arts is too difficult, and to this day, no one has been able to break through that barrier.

That white-robed imperial advisor was exceptionally talented and brilliant. Perhaps he had a chance to fight back, which was why the dynasty didn't use an assault rifle to kill him as well.

However, the white-robed national teacher was also a wise man. Only now did the dynasty realize that the most valuable thing on the slain cultivator was not the spirit stones and spirit-nourishing pills, nor the "Qinghui Yiqi Jue", but the flying sword.

At the time, the dynasty was only thinking about a quick victory and didn't know when the white-robed national advisor had taken the flying sword. Next time they met, they would definitely extort a lot of money from him.

Swish!

The dynasty transformed into countless afterimages. From an observer's perspective, the dynasty's figure was very blurry. If it were moving any faster, it might have become invisible.

At this moment, Wang Chao's mind was free of distractions; his only thought was the sword, a sword that was incredibly fast.

Back on Earth, Wang Chao had systematically studied swordsmanship and knew eighty-two sword techniques. Although they were all basic routines, they were put to use at this moment.

Initially, the dynasty's swordsmanship was simply the Qingfeng Sword Technique, but later, with the Qingfeng Sword Technique as its framework, many profound mysteries arose.

In the end, the Qingfeng Sword Technique was no longer visible, and the Cloud Step had become one with the sword technique.

The snowflakes falling from the sky could not even get close to Wang Chao, and a layer of strong wind surged around him.

Wang Chao, however, was completely unaware of all these changes; his heart was filled only with the sword.

At this moment, even Wang Chao himself was unsure whether he was wielding the sword or the sword was wielding him.

It was as if wherever the mind's will reached, that was where the sword would be.

Nangong Qingyu used her divine sense to detect the scene inside the courtyard, pushed open the door, and watched Wang Chao dance with his sword from the attic.

"Huh? What a strange person. He is clearly a cultivator, but he has achieved the enlightenment of a mortal martial artist and has mastered mortal martial arts to such a high level."

With her red lips and pearly teeth, Nangong Qingyu was slightly surprised, but she did not disturb Wang Chao's state of enlightenment. She simply stood quietly, her posture swaying gently, like a statue, showing no trace of aura.

After a long while, the sword stopped, and the dance ceased.

Wang Chao was lost in thought, a hint of realization appearing in his eyes. He had always felt a sense of unreality about this world, treating it as a game.

He didn't know if it was good or bad, but he was powerless to change it, so he could only leave the answer to time to tell.