(The character who appears in this chapter is not the male protagonist, but the male protagonist appears in the third chapter)

This is a peaceful small village. When the sun rises and the chickens crow three times, men and women wake up from their sleep one after another, men and women weave, and boys play. Today is just as usual, an ordinary day.

But for Wang Qing's family, today is a special day.

"A Qing, do you really want to challenge? Think about it carefully, mom, mom is afraid..." Wang Qing's mother said with a frown.

"Hey! You woman!" Wang Qing's father scolded angrily: "What are you saying unlucky words? You just hope that A Qing won't come back, right?"

"Mom, don't worry, the master said that I can enter the Qi training level within two years, which means that I have high qualifications and I have great hope to become the first Qi training man in our village!" Wang Qing was also persuading his mother.

"Oh... Isn't your Aunt Li's grandfather also has excellent talent last year? He still hasn't come back... This time he went, his body was gone..." Wang Qing's mother lowered her head and complained.

"Dad, mom, the child is going to see the master." Wang Qing said, turning around and going out.

When he walked to the door, Wang Qing hesitated for a moment, finally turned around, knelt on the ground and kowtowed to his parents: "Dad, my child is unfilial. If he cannot come back, he will repay you for 16 years of raising me in the next life."

Cultivating immortals is a journey against the heavens. The sky cannot tolerate them. From the half step before stepping into the gate of cultivating immortals, you will suffer from God's hardships. An ordinary person starts to practice until he feels free from qi venting, but he is always a mortal. He practices until the level of qi cultivation, and then he is a real cultivator.

This is the first disaster in the path of cultivation, and ninety-nine percent of the practitioners die in this disaster.

Some people have good talent but no chance, while others have the opportunity but no talent. People without chance cannot get through the barrier of qi cultivation, while those who have the opportunity cannot move forward even if they embark on the road of cultivation.

These are all the words said by Wuxia Immortal Master, that is, Wang Qing’s teacher.

There would have been no immortal master in a small village. Fifty years ago, the immortal master Wuxia was seriously injured outside the village by a monster. He was discovered by hunters in the village and brought back to the village for treatment. In order to express his gratitude, he asked the hunters what they wanted.

At that time, the hunter knelt down and asked Wuxia Immortal Master to let the village have immortal cultivators. So Wuxia Immortal Master lived in this village to teach his disciples. He lived there for fifty years, but the reason was that none of the disciples taught by the professors over the years has survived the qi training level.

The Wuxia Immortal Master did not live in the village, but built a Taoist altar outside the village. Under the altar there was a school-like building where children of appropriate age in the village were learning the knowledge of practicing Taoism.

Not only this village, but there are naturally children in the surrounding villages who worship in the school to study. The tuition fees are uneven, and the silver is also received, and meat jerky is like making a cup of morning tea for the flawless immortal master every day. You can also stay for study.

Because he wanted to advance to practice qi for Wang Qing, Wuxia Immortal Master was not in the school today, but stood at the top of the Taoist altar early to wait. In the school below the altar, there was a voice of Lang reading aloud floating upwards.

Wang Qing ascended the Taoist altar.

"You are here." said Wuxia Immortal Master. There have been many disciples in the past fifty years. After reaching the Qi training level, they broke their appointment because of their timidity and left the village.

"I decided that I still want to take advantage of my opportunity." Wang Qing said solemnly.

The Immortal Master Wuxia stroked his beard: "You can step on the level within two years to prove that you have a good foundation, but the opportunity is determined and we are unpredictable. If you fail, don't blame the master for not reminding you."

Wang Qing replied firmly: "The disciple can achieve today's cultivation level within two years thanks to the master's elixir cultivation. If he cannot succeed, he will regard it as a way to accumulate experience for his junior brothers!"

"Okay!" The immortal master Wuxia praised, "You have great enlightenment! Come with me." After that, he walked towards the stairs extending inward at the corner of the Taoist altar.

It was the first time that Wang Qing entered the Taoist altar and saw what it looked like inside. He followed Wuxia Immortal Master and couldn't help but look around.

He was a little disappointed. He had been curious countless times whether the Taoist altar was covered with the Iron Night Pearl of the God Golden Immortal, with only dim light and gray-brown stone bricks.

"Here." Walking down the spiral stairs, the two of them saw a slightly open room in front of them. Wang Qing had a good sense of space. This location should be lower than the height of the ground, and it was not in the center of the Taoist altar.

A figure that almost occupied the entire ground was carved on the ground in the room. Wang Qing learned it when he was studying in Wuxia Immortal Master’s school. This is a magic circle for Wuxia Immortal Master to improve his disciple’s success rate.

Not only the magic circle, but this altar also exists for promotion, and is used to block the birth of Qi training men who discovered the heavenly path.

Wuxia Immortal Master said that some great immortal cultivation sects have very complete auxiliary formations and protective formations, and special elixirs to increase the success rate of qi training for their disciples.

However, the Wuxia Immortal Master did not have these skills, and the small village could not be able to produce it. He had to continue to use his life to bet during the past fifty years. One day, a disciple of the Immortal Sect was born to make the village take off.

"If you don't need to prepare anything, just sit down." Master Wuxia pointed to the center of the finger circle and said.

Taking two deep breaths, he only sucked the faint smell of gray mold in the basement. Wang Qing stabilized his mood and sat cross-legged in the center of the magic circle.

"This is a spiritual gathering array, used to release all the spiritual energy stored here and help you complete the breakthrough." Wuxia Immortal Master explained. Then he said, "Let's start, I will open it when the time comes."

"Yes." Wang Qing responded and started to practice his skills.

As he breathed, the originally sleeping spiritual energy flowed in his meridians, and he began to operate according to a specific route.

"Hold Yuan Shuyi, your mind is clear." The Immortal Master Wuxia guided him: "Arise clear! Reduce turbidity!"

"The qi is condensed into a cluster and transforms into the dantian!"

"Stabilize your soul and keep your mind clear and mixed thoughts!"

Wang Qing felt that his spiritual energy was twisted into a ball in his dantian, and then gradually settled down to settle down in his dantian.

"Be ready, I'm going to open the magic circle." The voice of the Wuxia Immortal Master sounded erratic.

The surrounding spiritual energy seemed to tremble for a moment, and then it was squeezed directly into Wang Qing's body by a vortex. Wang Qing hurriedly used his skills to swallow these spiritual energy and then transported it to his dantian.

After kneading the new spiritual energy, the air mass in the dantian began to no longer be stable. Although it was expanding, the shape became no longer regular.

Wang Qing remembered that the immortal master Wuxia said that he would knead the qi ball into a perfect circle and remain in the dantian stably, and began to focus all his energy on the dantian.

I don’t know how long it has passed, but Wang Qing can already adapt to the speed of spiritual energy pouring in from outside, and quickly swallowed and moved into the perfect sphere of the Dantian.

The density of the spiritual balloons in Wang Qing's inner vision is so high that it is opaque, but Wang Qing still feels that he has not succeeded yet. The spiritual energy is completely clustered together by himself. As long as he let go of his "hand", it will immediately turn back into a mess of sand.

Wuxia Immortal Master said that many of his senior brothers could not control it at this point, and a large amount of spiritual energy burst back and forth, exploding the meridians and body, and the corpse was not preserved.

Be careful again.

"Note, the second wave has begun." The voice of the Wuxia Immortal Master reached Wang Qing's ears.

The spiritual energy that was ten times more fierce than before rushed into Wang Qing's dantian, shaking the spiritual air balloon that Wang Qing had worked hard to maintain.

It’s like when I was a child, I was snowing when it snowed, but there was a sudden avalanche.

"Stay it!" Wang Qing shouted in his heart, pressing the spiritual energy firmly on the air mass with all his mind, compressing the air mass frantically.

Dull dark red blood was also spilled out of nostrils, ears, and finally his eyes and mouth. Wang Qing's face was pale, and his body sitting in the magic circle was trembling constantly.

Wang Qing understood that this was what Wuxia Immortal Master said about God's punishment. This is the reason why his senior brothers fell.

The spiritual energy group had been compressed by Wang Qing to the size of a soybean, but the space around the dantian would be filled with the spiritual energy that poured in in the next moment.

"Crack." It seemed like such a sound came from Wang Qing's body, which was the soybean-sized spiritual energy.

The spiritual energy mass compressed to the extreme made a crackling sound, and a red color appeared.

The spiritual energy that poured in doubled.

The spiritual energy ball began to tremble, accompanied by a crackling sound, as if it was about to be crushed by these foreign spiritual energy.

The meridians could no longer bear it. Now Wang Qing's appearance was like a bloody man, and his meridians were cracked.

"Ahhhhh!" Wang Qing shouted to the sky.

With this shout, the spiritual energy inside the soybean ball suddenly turned blood-red. Unlike the dark red blood on Wang Qing's body, the blood-red spiritual energy is much brighter.

The Wuxia Immortal Master finally took action.

Pressing one hand on Wang Qing's forehead, the Immortal Master Wuxia's also blood-red spiritual energy went straight down from Wang Qing's spiritual platform and headed towards his Dantian.

Feeling the influx of the spiritual energy of the flawless immortal master, Wang Qing happily allowed the blood-red spiritual energy to run towards his dantian, although he had no energy even if he wanted to stop him.

Easily squeezed away the spiritual energy surrounding the outside, and the blood-colored spiritual energy of the Immortal Master Wuxiao entered, no, it pierced the entire Dantian.

The next moment, as if a whale was swallowing the sea, the spiritual energy of the flawless immortal master greedily swallowed Wang Qing's spiritual energy, and in an instant it became the only blood color in the pierced dantian.

It was not enough to swallow the spiritual energy, and the blood-colored spiritual energy went up to the heart again. It was finished sucking Wang Qing's essence and blood clean. It wiped its mouth and patted its butt and left.

The severe pain that penetrated the dantian and the empty feeling of spiritual energy made Wang Qing open his eyes blankly. The last scene of this life made him see the evil on the face of Wuxiao Immortal Master for the first time, and then his eyes finally lost their spirit.

As soon as Wang Qing died, the spiritual energy that had originally swarmed into his body lost its target and evacuated again.

"Sure enough, the blood demonic energy of the Banxu Pill is the most delicious." The plump circle of blood-colored spiritual energy returned to the body, and the Wuxia Immortal Master stood there intoxicatedly and savored for a while: "Thanks to you, my good disciple, can only reach the peak of the Nascent Soul as a master."

"Hmph, I really think you have taken so many pills to improve my cultivation? The only function of those blood-burning qi-making pills is to refine your blood and qi into spiritual energy. Unfortunately, you will have to be at least in your teens to have enough blood and qi to refine your qi, otherwise you will need to be taught in the school for ten years."

"Don't be resentful when you arrive at the underworld, let alone you not letting you practice. In fact, you are not that you have not entered the Qi training, but that you have already practiced the Qi training level. Just now, you directly crossed the foundation and almost broke through the Void Pill."

Thinking of this, the immortal master Wuxia smacked his lips: "If I were to hand over the method of forming pills, maybe you could really achieve the virtual pill..."

With his fingers hooked, a secret door was opened on a wall in the basement. When his sleeves were swung, Wang Qing's already withered body was thrown out.

"It's a pity that you are not practicing immortals, but demonic skills..." The Immortal Master Wuxia walked out of the basement slowly.

...

"There are qis that are divided into clear and turbid, clear is the best, and turbid is the heavy..." The sound of reading came from the school, and you can hear it as long as you stand on the top of the Taoist altar.

The Immortal Master Wuxia has changed into a sad expression.

Wang Qing's parents were waiting under the altar. When they saw Wuxia Immortal Master coming up alone, they showed a desperate expression.

The Wuxia Immortal Master walked down from the Taoist altar and gave them an apology look.

Wang Qing's parents understood what this meant and said nothing, turned around to prepare for their son's funeral.

I didn't ask about the corpse, because all the attempters in the past fifty years have no bones left.

The Immortal Master Wuxia walked into the school.

Although the sound of reading is loud, the flawless immortal master who has been a teacher for fifty years can be heard, and these children are restless.

When the last reading stopped, a brave child asked, "Immortal Master, Senior Brother Wang Qing...has it been successful?"

The Immortal Master Wuxia sighed: "If you fail, you still can't bear the pressure of spiritual energy and your body explodes, so I ask you to work hard to exercise your body and temper your body... It seems that it is not enough."

Before Wang Qing started practicing two years ago, he was also a member of the school. The children in the village had good relationships, and many of them showed sadness.
To be continued...