Ning Qi’s eyes narrowed:
"Magical Power?"
The hunched old man chuckled nostalgically:
"It’s the sa thing as spiritual power that everyone knows about, just called differently."
Ning Qi nodded slightly.
His eyes glead brightly. During experints with the Blade Demon, he had discovered that the part of the human body most harmonious with spiritual power was the five organs. Now it seed his deduction was correct; this was indeed the right path. The wisdom of generations proves not to be in vain. They had already discovered the optimal solution through exploration.
He flipped through rapidly, thirstily absorbing the knowledge.
In his mind, flashes of spiritual light continuously appeared. After a long period of solo exploration, he finally found the answer. In truth, Ning Qi already had countless thoughts and directions. Now reading the True Martial Scripture, it felt less like learning and more like verification.
"Refining spiritual power is indeed realized through Three Flowers Gathering at the Top, thereby tempering magical power within the body."
"A Martial Saint cultivates magical power, which is vast and wondrous, containing nurous miraculous aspects. The five organs are the vessels for magical power."
"Heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys correspond to fire, wood, earth, tal, water—thus they are used to refine the five elents magical power. Consequently, the Martial Saint is divided into five realms; when one organ’s magical power reaches perfection, it constitutes the First Realm Martial Saint. With each additional organ achieving perfection in magical power, both quantity and quality transform. Eventually, when all five organs’ magical power is complete, resulting in Five Elents Perfection, one becos a Fifth Realm Martial Saint."
For the first ti, the path unfurled slowly before Ning Qi’s eyes.
How to achieve the Martial Saint Realm, its classifications, and its myriad wonders, all were revealed in detail.
In just a fleeting mont, countless spiritual inspirations erged in Ning Qi’s mind as he rapidly theorized, solving previous puzzles. Given so ti, he undoubtedly could create a Martial Saint Technique perfectly suited to himself.
However.
The greatest problem remained unresolved.
Turning to the last page, finding it completely blank, Ning Qi felt a slight agitation—as if halted at a crucial mont, a feeling so unsettling that it made one want to spit blood.
The hunched old man smiled knowingly.
Ning Qi asked:
"May I inquire, elder, is this Martial Saint Technique a Dharma thod from before the world’s changes?"
He gazed at the old man, utterly convinced.
There was no ntion at all of the toxic essence in spiritual qi within this Dharma thod; training according to this could an never becoming a Martial Saint until death.
The hunched old man was sowhat surprised:
"It seems you’re not entirely ignorant."
Then he sighed and shook his head, waving his hand as beams of light gathered, forming characters imprinted in the void.
"What you need is this."
Ning Qi took a deep breath, feeling a bit hesitant, then scrutinized it seriously. His mind trembled as he realized that the characters etched in the void were a Supre Secret Technique, a thod to alleviate the toxic essence within spiritual qi.
"Indeed, the Ancient Saints found ways to mitigate the side effects of poisonous essences!"
Ning Qi felt greatly relieved.
With just a brief glance, he knew this secret technique would greatly benefit him. Though it rely alleviated, he could use it to further theorize and perhaps create a filtering thod.
If he were to theorize alone, it would take more ti, but with this reference, the ti required would be significantly reduced. He could fully enhance his foundation before spiritual awakening, then soar to great heights.
Yet.
A lingering question remained in Ning Qi’s mind.
He slightly bowed to the hunched old man, then earnestly asked:
"I once asked the True Profound True Monarch what the phenonon changing the world was. He only replied, ’It cannot be said.’ Having received guidance today from you, elder, and enlightened by this secret technique, may I further ask, what is the toxic essence within spiritual qi, really?"
Inside the Scripture Pavilion, the atmosphere suddenly beca still.
But Ning Qi sensed that the old man before him was different; he might provide an answer.
Unconsciously, Ning Qi’s heart began to beat slightly faster.
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