The best way of self-cultivation

Chapter 1 The Qin Family Boy
Qin Feng wants to die now.

In fact, 15 years ago, Qin Feng had already died once.

Speaking of the last death, Qin Feng blushed. He was born in an orphanage and had worked hard in society for many years. With his handsome appearance and some not-so-kind methods, he forcibly climbed to the management of a small company.

As a result, Qin Feng, who was a young man, fell shamefully in the endless spring breeze, and died of exhaustion in the gentle town as he wished.

When Qin Feng opened his eyes again, he came to a very strange place and became a baby.

After 15 years like this, during these 15 years, Qin Feng has had a small family and a father who loves him. His father's love made up for Qin Feng's regrets in his previous life. With a ghost on his body, his thoughts are very chaotic, so Qin Feng has no impression.

Every time I asked about it, my father always had a look of vicissitudes on his face, and Qin Feng stopped asking over time.

In the past 15 years, Qin Feng has completely accepted the strange setting of this world-the plots in the previous novels are realized here, and this world has a group of powerful practitioners.

Just in Qingyang City where Qin Feng lives now, there are thousands of cultivators. They are so powerful that they can throw mountains with their hands, fly to the sky and escape from the ground.

The Qin family that Qin Feng belongs to is said to be a cultivator family hundreds of years ago. There were powerful cultivators in the family, but when the situation changed, the genes of the cultivators did not pass down. The Qin family has been reduced to an ordinary family for nearly a hundred years.

Fortunately, with hundreds of years of accumulation, the Qin family is quite wealthy, and it can be regarded as one of the best big families in Qingyang City.

Qin Feng, who came across time, was fortunate enough to become the eldest son of Qin Shan, the head of the Qin family, and became the future hope of the Qin family at a young age.

He has everything he should have. Qin Feng doesn't have any lofty ambitions. In this life, he intends to marry a woman he loves—of course, he will not refuse to marry a few more, and then run the Qin family. It's just such a muddleheaded life For a lifetime.

But God, who arranged for Qin Feng to travel, probably couldn't stand it any longer. It's a shame that there is such a bastard who doesn't think about making progress among the travelers.

So when Qin Feng was 15 years old, something happened to the Qin family, and Qin Feng's father, Qin Shan, was injured.

There are nearly a thousand people in the Qin family, who have thought of many ways and invited many doctors, but Qin Shan's illness has not improved.

In desperation, the Qin family spent a lot of money to hire a cultivator. This is a cultivator in the early stage of the Opening Spirit Realm, and he can be regarded as the bottom of the cultivators.

The realm of cultivation has its own level, the realm of opening the spirit, the realm of accepting the spirit, the realm of condensing the essence, and the realm of transforming alchemy...

Even so, a cultivator in the early stage of Kailing Realm is still a tall existence in the hearts of mortals.

The cultivator shook his head with a wry smile after transfusing the spiritual energy into Qin Shan's body for a long time.

"I can't do anything about Patriarch Qin's injury." The cultivator shook his head, "My realm is too low!"

"What level of cultivator do you need to make a move?" Qin Xiong, the old man of the Qin family and also Qin Feng's grandfather, asked.

"I'm afraid it will take someone from the Yuan Condensation Realm to act..." said the cultivator.

Hearing these words, Qin Feng's face instantly turned pale. A cultivator at the early stage of the Opening Spirit Realm almost lost one-tenth of the property of the Qin family, so what would be the price for a cultivator at the Condensed Yuan Realm?
How many masters of the Yuan Condensation Realm are there in Qingyang City?Which of the people in this realm is not a person who is retreating towards a higher realm?

After sending off the practitioners, Qin Xiong called the people of the Qin family for a meeting.

"Father, the price would be too high if I didn't want to save my elder brother!" said Qin Feng's second uncle, Qin Chong.

"Yeah dad, not to mention whether there are any masters in the condensing realm who are willing to make a move, even if there is, is the price that my little Qin family can afford? For the sake of big brother, sacrifice the entire Qin family..." Qin Feng's third uncle Qin Jun said.

As the young patriarch, Qin Feng watched with cold eyes. Qin Feng naturally knew what kind of wishful thinking the two uncles were playing. Qin Shan had been the patriarch for many years and had more and more power in his hands. Naturally, the two uncles were not easy-going lamps, and it was not a day to stare at the position of the patriarch. It's been two days.

So the two of them were extremely excited in the past two days, and they put on a sad expression in front of them, worrying about their brother's illness and wishing he could replace it with his own body, did they secretly take a villain and prick them with needles in the morning, noon and evening... No Test.

The result of the discussion at the meeting was that the Qin family sent news to several cultivator families in Qingyang City. As for whether anyone is willing to make a move, it depends on Qin Shan's fortune.

Several families replied quickly, and they all agreed to make a move, but the compensation they asked for was also very uniform, the ancient books left by the Qin family hundreds of years ago.

As a former cultivator family, the Qin family has always been unable to understand why none of the descendants of the Qin family were able to practice hundreds of years ago.

So the Qin family was not reconciled. The Qin family kept the ancient books handed down from that era. Every child of the Qin family tried to practice, but none of them succeeded, including Qin Feng naturally.

After getting the news, the Qin family held a meeting again. As a result, the two uncles of the Qin family resolutely opposed it with the nonsense of thinking about the future of the Qin family. Mr. Qin is old and has not asked about the affairs of the family for many years, so the two uncles resolutely objected. After the uncle resolutely objected, Mr. Qin had nothing to do.

Qin Feng sees everything in his eyes, he is a lazy person, he will not argue about ordinary things, but this time it is his father!

So in the middle of the night, the silent Qin Feng, after drinking two glasses of strong wine, sneaked into the secret room where the ancient books were stored.

As the young patriarch of the Qin family, Qin Feng naturally has the key to the secret room, and the two uncles don't seem to believe that their usually lazy nephew would have the guts to steal books from the secret room, so Qin Feng has no trouble entering the secret room.

Seeing the five bookshelves filled with nearly a thousand ancient books in the secret room, Qin Feng opened a cloth bag and began to pack the books.

Five cloth bags were used for nearly a thousand books. When Qin Feng carried the last bag of books into his room contentedly, Qin Feng staggered and fell to the ground.

Blood flowed down his forehead, and quickly stained the ground, and also the cloth bag containing the books.

In the dark secret room, the withered yellow oil lamp flickered twice unwillingly and then went out.The secret room was suddenly dark.

Qin Feng, who had passed out, felt as if he had been put into a meat grinder. The pain made him want to die, and a sense of stripping his soul magnified the pain infinitely.

In the secret room, the wound on Qin Feng's forehead was bleeding continuously, and a lavender fluorescence suddenly appeared in the dark secret room.

Looking closely, the purple light came from the cloth bag containing the books, and soon the light became more and more intense, and even Qin Feng's blood was stained with a layer of purple light.

At this moment, Qin Feng's crushed pain disappeared, replaced by an extremely fulfilling feeling.

A vague warm current began to spread from the altar of his mind, and in his drowsiness, Qin Feng, who was unconscious, felt that there was something more in his body, and his whole body relaxed accordingly.

It was as if a chain...was broken in the dark.

In the secret room, the purple brilliance began to dim, and it was slowly flowing towards Qin Feng's mind along with the blood.

It was almost dawn when Qin Feng woke up.

Feeling the sense of fullness in his body, Qin Feng couldn't help moaning, then quickly covered his mouth, remembering that he came to steal the book, he turned around and lit the oil lamp.

With the light, Qin Feng saw the blood on the ground, and soon he also saw the blood on his body.

"Fuck!" Qin Feng yelled, and then quickly touched his body, and found that there was no missing part, and he was puzzled for a while.

"There is no wound on the body, so where did the blood come from?" Staring blankly at the cloth bag on the ground, there seemed to be blood dripping. "Could it be that these ancient books came to my aunt!?"

I don't know if the book is serious or not, but as for whether Qin Feng is serious or not... Ha ha.

Before the sun came out, Qin Feng secretly carried the last bag of books into his room.

Half of his plan was completed, looking at his blood-stained white clothes, Qin Feng quickly took off and destroyed the clothes as quickly as possible.

Then put away the book, and lay on the bed with peace of mind. After a tense and exciting night, Qin Feng fell asleep again not long after.

Qin Feng in his sleep seemed to float up, and he seemed to have entered a strange world, which was full of whiteness.

When Qin Feng gradually adapted to this world, everything in front of him began to become clear.

This is a boundless world, the whole world is extremely radiant, and the most amazing thing is that there is a purple sun in the sky emitting light.

Soon Qin Feng felt the call of the purple sun in the sky, and his body approached involuntarily.

When he got close to the sun, Qin Feng realized that it was actually a book, exuding purple light, and there were faint blood stains on the book.

Qiankun Jue.

The three golden characters on the book were shining, and he slowly stretched out his hand. The moment he touched the book, a feeling of blood connection appeared in Qin Feng's heart.

How is this going?

At the same time, the first page of the book was opened, and it turned out to be a picture scroll. In the picture scroll was a high mountain, with clouds and mist on the mountainside, and the height of the mountain seemed to go straight into the sky!
"This is……"

In an instant, the picture scroll seemed to come alive. The green trees on the green hills moved with the wind, a flock of birds flew by, and even the roar of wild animals in the depths of the dense forest could be heard.

A strong suction made Qin Feng's body uncontrollably enter the scroll.

At this time, Qin Feng knew how high the mountain was. At the foot of the mountain, Qin Feng looked like a leaf on the sea.

"There is Qian Kun in the Qian Kun Jue."

A voice came from the mountain, as if from another time and space, and soon an old man appeared in front of Qin Feng.

　A pink and tender newcomer needs to be guarded. It is a virtue and a virtue to collect it casually...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)