Immortality Begins with Breathing Exercises

Chapter 472: Chapter 183: Core Disciple

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Changed into the attire of a Bitao Pavilion Inner Sect Disciple.

He shaved off his beard and tied up his hair.

Lin Zheyu looked into the bronze mirror and was very satisfied with his current appearance.

He smiled slightly, his face handsome, exuding an aura.

There was a touch of elegance mixed with a hint of unrestrained charm, a touch of boldness mixed with dominant charisma.

This appearance, if it were in a previous life, would surely be that of a classic dashing hero, the kind that could enchant thousands of young women upon appearance.

Lin Zheyu’s looks were not exceptionally handsome, just slightly above average.

Appearance is merely one factor affecting aesthetics; the influence of aura on aesthetics is no less than that of looks.

Having cultivated the Turtle Breath True Intent and Tyrannical True Intent, and experienced many things, Lin Zheyu’s aura had undergone a tremendous transformation compared to before.

”Alright, this will do.”

Lin Zheyu stood up, stopping Yuqing, who wanted to continue tidying his clothes.

Upon leaving Sushang Hall, with each step forward, the fluctuation of Qi Blood within his body decreased a little.

The Nine Revolutions Locking Essence Skill quietly functioned, and under the guidance of the cultivation technique, his life energy and Qi Blood energy rapidly diminished, tightly sealed within the acupoints all over his body.

Although he was confident in the breath-hiding effect of the combination of the Turtle Breath True Skill and the Eternal Night Immersion Secret Skill, this time he was formally entering under Huang Baizhong’s tutelage to become a True Disciple of Bitao Pavilion.

Without physical contact, he could still deceive Huang Baizhong.

But if the other party wanted to assess his strength and test his foundational aptitude, it could lead to exposure.

Lin Zheyu did not want to take this risk.

It must be known that cultivating golden Qi Blood and training the golden Qi Blood to occupy about one-tenth of the total Qi Blood is extremely astonishing.

If exposed, it could bring about many troubles.

Entering the Infinite Sect and reading a large amount of martial knowledge-related texts, Lin Zheyu came to understand how difficult it was to cultivate to the Qi Blood Dragon Realm at the Qi Blood Realm.

It was not as he imagined, where merely sufficient resources and powerful elixir assistance would suffice.

Once Qi Blood reached a certain limit, ordinary refining methods would yield alarmingly low effectiveness, even with the aid of elixirs; the efficiency would be very low.

If one persevered in cultivating, perhaps there might be a real chance to break through to the Qi Blood Dragon Realm.

But the time taken would possibly reach thirty, forty, or even fifty years, long after missing the optimal time to advance to the Bone Marrow Refining Realm.

In the process of cultivation, even with the aid of various medicinal materials, injuries inevitably accumulate.

These accumulated injuries over time can be quite astonishing.

If not advanced to the Bone Marrow Refining Realm before the age of forty, embedding martial dao into the bones, cleansing sinews, washing the marrow, refreshing the physique to shed the old body, it would miss the optimal timing.

Forty years old is the conclusion drawn from countless years of experience and is the baseline for advancing to the Bone Marrow Refining Realm.

Advancing to the Bone Marrow Refining Realm after the age of forty, although becoming stronger, would not significantly extend one’s lifespan.

The life force contained within the physique would also be much weaker, impacting recovery speed, potential, etc.

Because of this limitation, Martial Artists cannot recklessly waste too much time on other cultivation techniques and cannot endlessly remain at the Qi Blood Realm level.

If Lin Zheyu’s golden Qi Blood were exposed, many would likely want to capture and dissect him to see how he achieved it.

The gathering was held at Bishui Square.

The monthly gathering was very lively, and Lin Zheyu saw many unfamiliar faces.

These unfamiliar faces were either out on missions or guarding other regions and would return to the sect only for the monthly gathering.

”Mr. Lin, over here!”

Huang Youwei, upon seeing Lin Zheyu, waved to him with a smile.

Beside him stood a few youths, all descendants of sect officials, elders, and others.

”You’ve been getting close to this guy recently; you’re not thinking of having him stand up for you, are you?” Huang Youwei’s companion beside him said sideways.

”This person is indeed strong, but he’s unlikely to be a match for Heng Qiming.”

”Being specially recruited as a sect disciple by Mr. Yang, his talent should be quite good, but converting talent into strength takes time.”

”By the time he grows up, Heng Qiming might have already advanced to the Transforming Force Realm,” another companion nodded, analyzing.

”Heh, you guys don’t know anything.”

Huang Youwei was indifferent to his companion’s words, curled his lips, and spoke disdainfully.

Soon, there would be a moment for them to be shocked.

As a newly entered Inner Sect Disciple, Lin Zheyu, attending the sect gathering for the first time, did not know where his seat was.

Fortunately, a servant helped guide him to the front row of the Inner Sect Disciple area, where he sat beside Bo Yi and Gu Qing.

Bo Yi was someone Lin Zheyu had met at the deep pool waterfall yesterday, while it was his first time meeting Gu Qing.

Gu Qing was a sturdy-looking young man who, sitting at his seat, did not glance at Lin Zheyu’s arrival, his gaze directed far away, immersed in thought.

Lin Zheyu sat beside Bo Yi after passing him.

”You’re quite good.”

Bo Yi, without turning his head, said lightly.

”Thank you.”

Lin Zheyu responded politely.

”Give it your best effort, you have three years.”

”Hope that in the True Disciple Assessment three years from now, you can bring me some surprises.”

Bo Yi continued.

This guy was proud; facing a strong new rival, he showed no fear but rather was filled with fighting spirit.

Only under pressure can one be motivated.