Qi Refining Level 3000, Accepting The Empress As A Disciple At The Beginning

Ye Kong led Li Fan towards the dining hall. Along the way, the gazes of all the disciples towards Ye Kong were ambiguous, carrying a hint of fear, a hint of ridicule, and a hint of indifference.

Ye Kong had seen such gazes many times, so he didn't pay them any attention and walked forward on his own.

He didn't even spare them a glance.

At the entrance of the dining hall, two disciples were guarding the door. Seeing Ye Kong, they reached out to stop him, "Ye Kong, Elder Chengtian has deprived you of the right to eat in the dining hall. You should go back."

"What a joke! Do I need to ask anyone for permission to eat wherever I want?" Ye Kong pushed aside the disciple in front of him and tried to enter.

The two disciples immediately blocked him.

"Can you stop me?" Ye Kong shouted, scaring the disciples in front of him back a couple of steps.

"They can't stop you, but I can." Behind the two disciples, Elder Chengtian looked at Ye Kong with a face full of anger.

Ye Kong smiled when he saw Elder Chengtian, "Elder Chengtian, it's good you're here. In our Tengyun Sect, how can there be a reason to not let disciples eat?"

"Indeed, there is such a reason." Elder Chengtian said, "Since you don't know, then follow these two disciples to the Scripture Pavilion and learn all the Tengyun Sect rules before coming to eat!"

"Then you go in and eat." Ye Kong pushed Li Fan in.

"What about you, Ye Kong?" Li Fan looked at him, "Otherwise, I won't eat either."

"Don't eat and stay hungry with me? No need." After saying that, Ye Kong waved his hand and left the dining hall.

Arriving at the Scripture Pavilion, the vast sea of books brought a deep sense of suffocation. The decorations were indeed as grand as the Taichu Academy, but the books inside were of varying quality.

"You can only leave after you have copied the sect rules one hundred times," said the supervising disciple beside him.

Ye Kong casually opened the sect rules on the side and then exclaimed.

"Damn it, there are actually ten thousand sect rules here?"

What kind of good person would have nothing to do and write sect rules every day?

Ye Kong snorted coldly, picked up a pen with one hand, trembled for a long time, and finally put down the first word.

Teng.

The last horizontal stroke was crooked, and the force used soaked through the paper, black ink flowing onto the table, creating a tragic scene.

The supervising disciple on the side silently withdrew upon seeing this.

As Ye Kong wrote the first sect rule, the sound of martial practice in the afternoon could already be heard outside.

Ye Kong put down his pen and walked to the door.

"I still have to continue the competition with the three elders this afternoon. I'll copy these sect rules when I get back."

"Elder Chengtian has already ordered that since you are being punished to copy the sect rules, the competition will be postponed until tomorrow morning. Just focus on copying," the disciple said.

Damn it! Ye Kong cursed Elder Chengtian forty-nine times in his heart.

"By the way, Elder Chengtian ordered that if you can't finish copying the sect rules by tomorrow morning, you will be deprived of the qualification to compete!"

I cursed too early!

Ye Kong turned around and went back, sitting down at the table.

Alright, before establishing a foothold in the Tengyun Sect, I still have to be patient.

But he could be patient, but his stomach couldn't.

Since coming to the Tengyun Sect, Ye Kong hadn't had a decent meal.

Now, even a steamed bun or a pancake would be enough.

Just as he was thinking this, the window behind Ye Kong creaked open, revealing a small gap, before Ye Kong could react.

Bang, bang.

Two steamed buns were thrown in.

It's like thinking about something and it appears.

Ye Kong happily picked up the steamed buns from the ground, wiped off the dust, and stuffed them directly into his mouth.

So delicious.

First-class sects focus on cultivation.

Second-class sects focus on disciples.

Third-class sects focus on rules.

In this way, there is a certain reason why the Tengyun Sect has always been at the bottom of the sects.

Before he could even copy one page, Ye Kong had already fallen asleep.

In a daze, Ye Kong began to wander around the Tengyun Sect.

The Tengyun Sect's Scripture Pavilion was established simultaneously with the founding of the sect. In the beginning, to celebrate the founding of the sect, other sects came to congratulate and also sent some useful books.

Among them was a unique copy of a masterpiece from Taichu Academy, which was somehow mixed in and sent over together. When Taichu Academy reacted, they thought it was lost somewhere, so they gave up.

And this unique copy of the masterpiece happened to fall into Ye Kong's hands.

Ye Kong turned the pages one by one, never having looked so carefully. It only recorded one kind of technique, the Spirit Transformation Technique.

The Spirit Transformation Technique, in simple terms, is to transform all obtainable things into spiritual energy, thereby absorbing it to improve one's cultivation.

The Spirit Transformation Technique can be used continuously from disciple level to immortal level.

It's just that there are different Spirit Transformation Techniques for different spiritual levels. Moreover, the Spirit Transformation Technique also has certain limitations.

For example, the weak cannot transform the strong, the sick cannot transform the healthy, and the low cannot transform the high.

In short, it's impossible to become a big fat person in one breath, which will have a great motivating effect on cultivators.

Ye Kong immersed himself in it, first fully understanding the principles, then learning the moves one by one, following the mental formulas, grasping the essentials, and then using them.

Ye Kong closed his eyes and chanted the incantation, and the table in front of him turned into spiritual energy, all pouring into Ye Kong's body.

Ye Kong took a satisfying breath, only to hear a thud, and everything on the table scattered all over the ground.

Ye Kong opened his eyes and realized that the table in front of him had disappeared without a trace.

In that case, the Spirit Transformation Technique just now was real?

Ye Kong was overjoyed and immediately took out the scattered paper on the ground and tried again.

Sure enough, the paper on the ground flew up, spiraling into the sky, gradually turning into a wisp of green smoke and disappearing.

A steady stream of spiritual energy flowed into Ye Kong's nostrils.

Truly, a loss may turn out to be a blessing in disguise.

This punishment is really too awesome!

Ye Kong couldn't wait to absorb everything he could in front of him. But suddenly, after chanting the mental formula for a long time, the thing in front of him didn't move at all.

Ye Kong didn't notice the important note of the Spirit Transformation Technique.

He is currently in the Nirvana Realm and can only use the Spirit Transformation Technique three times a day.

However, Ye Kong just calmed down and immediately felt bad.

It's already the fifth watch, and the sky will soon be bright. Not only did he not complete the task of copying the sect rules forty-nine times, but he also absorbed all the tables and papers.

"Is it too late to spit it out now?"

No one answered him.

Ye Kong immediately called out to the system, "Copying forty-nine times is no problem for you, right?"

The system spoke.

[Of course, as you wish.]

After saying that, forty-nine neat copies of the sect rules appeared in front of Ye Kong, densely packed, obviously taking effort.

Ye Kong only glanced at it and immediately questioned, "This doesn't look like my handwriting at all. You have to pretend to be a complete set, right?"

[Modifying immediately.]

After saying that, copies of the sect rules imitating his handwriting appeared in front of Ye Kong again.

Now I can sleep peacefully.

Ye Kong fell asleep.