Chapter 117: Opening the Qi Cavity, Drawing in Primordial Qi, White Mist Emerges, Xian Tian Achieved

“Chen Ye Ye!”

Dawn broke over the Half Mountain Small Courtyard. Lu Qing held Xiao Yan’s hand, with Xiao Li perched on his shoulder, just having climbed up from the foothills.

Seeing Chen Laodaifu practicing his fists in the courtyard, Xiao Yan called out sweetly.

“You’re here?” Old Doctor finished his final form of the Nourish Body Fist with effortless grace.

“Master, your Nourish Body Fist has reached perfection—far surpassing even my own skill,” Lu Qing sighed in admiration.

The previous moment, his master’s movements had been so fluid, so seamlessly blended with the surroundings, that they seemed to vanish into the air—something Lu Qing still couldn’t replicate.

“Of course. I’ve trained for decades more than you,” Old Doctor chuckled.

“Looks like your training these past few days has gone well.” Lu Qing studied his master closely. At that moment, he looked utterly ordinary—just an elderly man, nothing about him hinting at the mighty Xian Tian cultivator he was about to become.

Even Lu Qing, without using his abilities, couldn’t detect a trace of his master’s cultivation level.

This spoke volumes about his mastery—his control over his own Qi was so complete, not a single trace of vitality leaked out.

“You’ve surpassed me slightly,” Old Doctor continued. “You’ve already reached the Small Bone and Sinew stage. Impressive.”

At his current Jingjie, Old Doctor could instantly sense Lu Qing’s cultivation level.

The master and disciple exchanged a few light compliments, then stepped into the courtyard.

“Master, where do you plan to make your breakthrough?” Lu Qing asked.

“Here, in this courtyard,” Old Doctor replied. “I’ve lived here for years. I’m most familiar with this place. The scent of the herbs here brings me peace.”

Lu Qing nodded.

From the Heritage within his mind, he knew that breaking through to Xian Tian didn’t require strict environmental conditions. Heavenly and Earthly Qi was omnipresent. Once one’s Jingjie was sufficient, the breakthrough could happen anywhere without hindrance.

Of course, certain legendary mountains and natural sanctuaries had especially rich concentrations of Heavenly and Earthly Qi—ideal places for cultivation breakthroughs. But such sacred lands were long claimed by powerful factions, far beyond the reach of someone like them.

So if Old Doctor felt at ease here, then this was truly the best place.

“A Qing,” Old Doctor said, settling onto the stone table where he often drank tea, “this is my first time attempting a Xian Tian breakthrough. Watch closely. You might gain something from it.”

“Understood.” Lu Qing nodded seriously, then turned to Xiao Yan and Xiao Li. “You two, keep your eyes on Chen Ye Ye. This is a rare chance.”

For any Hou Tian cultivator, witnessing a Xian Tian breakthrough up close was a priceless opportunity. That was why Lu Qing brought the two of them.

Even if they were still young and innocent, the profound aura of a Xian Tian breakthrough would imprint itself on their souls—benefiting their future growth immensely.

Even Xiao Li, the spirit beast, would be affected.

This wasn’t mere speculation. The Li Weitian Heritage he’d inherited contained clear records of such phenomena.

In fact, some major sects even held formal observation ceremonies for Xian Tian breakthroughs, allowing core disciples to experience the state beforehand—so they could absorb its essence, gain insight, and walk their cultivation path with greater ease.

Hearing Lu Qing’s words, the two little ones stared wide-eyed, utterly focused on Old Doctor.

Especially Xiao Li. Its spirit beast instincts sensed something extraordinary was about to happen—something deep within the air itself.

Old Doctor closed his eyes, breathing steadily, adjusting his body into perfect harmony. Once his inner state was optimal, he summoned the Spirit Soul Power he’d refined over decades, guiding it toward his Dantian.

Breaking through from Hou Tian to Xian Tian required three steps:

First—refining Spirit Soul Power.

Second—using that power to carve and open the Qi Cavity in the Dantian.

Third—drawing in Heavenly and Earthly Qi, refining it into one’s own Primordial Qi.

Only when Primordial Qi was formed could one truly claim Xian Tian cultivation.

And crucially, steps two and three were inseparable.

Once the Qi Cavity opened, it had to be filled with Heavenly and Earthly Qi immediately. If not, it would quickly wither and close again.

And once closed, reopening would be ten times harder.

Thus, the first breakthrough was the most critical.

If interrupted or attacked during the process, the Qi Cavity would seal shut—making a second attempt nearly impossible.

Such an act was tantamount to destroying a cultivator’s path.

Even family and loved ones might turn against each other in despair.

That was why Lu Qing had insisted on guarding his master’s breakthrough.

Guided by his mind, Old Doctor’s Spirit Soul Power swiftly reached the Dantian. There, it sensed the Qi Cavity’s gate—neither fully real nor fully illusory, hidden in the realm between form and void.

Only Spirit Soul Power could perceive it.

Hence the saying: only after cultivating Spirit Soul Power could one even hope to break through to Xian Tian.

Without it, even the strongest warrior couldn’t open the gate.

Thanks to the Dipulse Spiritual Fluid he’d consumed, Old Doctor’s body was vibrant, whole, and Qi had already loosened the Qi Cavity’s seal.

So when he found the gate, he opened it smoothly—creating the Qi Cavity.

But the newly formed cavity was fragile and unstable.

Now came the meticulous work: refining it with Spirit Soul Power until it was fully stabilized.

This was a slow, delicate process demanding absolute mental clarity.

One moment of haste, one misstep in power, and the cavity could be damaged.

Even if the breakthrough succeeded, the foundation would be flawed—trapping the cultivator in the early stage of Xian Tian forever.

But Old Doctor, having lived half a century and witnessed countless lives, deaths, and suffering, had long since tempered his heart.

He’d comforted the dying, celebrated the reborn.

His soul had weathered storms no ordinary man could endure.

On the matter of mental stability, few true Xian Tian cultivators could match him.

So he worked slowly, steadily, never rushing, even when fatigue crept in.

At last, after exhausting much of his inner strength, the Qi Cavity was finally stable—sealed, whole, and unyielding.

With that, a sudden clarity struck him.

Without hesitation, he directed the remaining Spirit Soul Power upward toward the Baihui Point—the convergence of all meridians and acupoints.

A faint, almost imperceptible sound echoed in his mind.

The Baihui Point opened.

Instantly, a strange connection flared between his Qi Cavity and the outside world.

And Spirit Soul Power—finally—detected the vast, omnipresent Heavenly and Earthly Qi.

It was a revelation.

A cosmic mystery unveiled.

Old Doctor’s soul trembled with awe, lost in the beauty of the new realm.

But he snapped back quickly.

He knew: to linger in such enlightenment was dangerous.

The mind could be overwhelmed, the spirit absorbed by the Qi, leaving only a hollow shell behind.

Regaining his composure, he drew his focus back.

Using the fragile connection, he carefully guided a thread of Heavenly and Earthly Qi into his body—into the Dantian Qi Cavity.

As soon as the Qi entered, he activated the secret method left by Li Weitian.

He began refining it—again, a painstaking, meticulous process.

Time passed.

Eventually, the Qi transformed—into a single thread of his own Primordial Qi.

As that thread formed, the Qi Cavity—already stable—suddenly expanded, swelling like the dawn sky.

It merged completely with the Dantian.

From that moment on, Dantian and Qi Cavity were one.

No longer separate.

With the Qi Cavity complete, a chain reaction swept through Old Doctor’s entire body.

His flesh, his bones, even his Spirit Soul Power—every part of him began to undergo a miraculous transformation.

And outside, in the world, a phenomenon unfolded.

Heavenly and Earthly Qi surged from all directions, gathering rapidly, condensing into White Mist—pure, radiant, and dense.

The mist poured into Old Doctor’s body, fueling the metamorphosis.

Lu Qing and Xiao Yan stared in stunned silence.

The overwhelming presence of the Heavenly and Earthly Qi, the sheer power of the moment—left them breathless.

After the shock, Lu Qing’s face lit up.

“White Mist appears… Xian Tian is achieved! Master has succeeded!”

He knew, from the Heritage in his mind, what this meant.

White Mist appears, Xian Tian is achieved.

It was a phrase recorded in Li Weitian’s Heritage.

The White Mist was condensed Heavenly and Earthly Qi—nature’s reward for a cultivator who had defied fate, broken through from Hou Tian to Xian Tian.

With such concentrated Xian Tian Qi sustaining him, the body could transform into a Xian Tian form—its strength amplified beyond measure, lifespan extended.

Without illness or injury, a Xian Tian cultivator could live for three hundred years.

The White Mist continued to gather.

Lu Qing’s heart tightened.

Every Hou Tian cultivator’s breakthrough took a different time.

The longer the transformation lasted, the deeper the foundation, the greater the future potential.

Typically, a breakthrough lasted no more than a quarter of an hour.

But some geniuses, with stronger roots, could sustain it longer—becoming elite within Xian Tian.

Lu Qing hoped his master’s transformation would last as long as possible.

But he also knew—his master wasn’t deeply obsessed with cultivation.

How long could he sustain this?

As minutes passed, the Heavenly and Earthly Qi continued to flow.

The overwhelming spiritual force washed over Lu Qing and the others, imprinting itself on their souls.

Even the strands of White Mist that touched them—seeping into their bodies—were a blessing.

Whether it was the spiritual imprint or the infused Qi, both would benefit their future cultivation.

Time dragged.

Lu Qing calculated in his mind.

Then his jaw dropped.

It had already been half an hour.

Twice the average.

“Master’s foundation is that solid… or is it the Dipulse Spiritual Fluid?” Lu Qing murmured, stunned.

More than three quarters passed.

Then, slowly, the White Mist around Old Doctor began to fade.

The aura of the Heavenly and Earthly Qi receded.

When the light cleared, Old Doctor stood revealed.

His appearance had changed drastically.

His formerly gray hair was now jet black.

The wrinkles on his face had vanished, replaced by youthful, radiant skin.

He looked decades younger—back to his prime.

“Brother!” Xiao Yan gasped, pointing. “The plum tree is blooming!”

Lu Qing turned.

Beside the stone table, the ancient plum tree now burst with white blossoms—blossoms so thick, they formed a canopy over Old Doctor’s head.

In the sea of snow-white petals, Old Doctor opened his eyes.

His gaze—calm, deep, as still as a vast ocean.

“Congratulations, Master. You’ve ascended to Xian Tian realm,” Lu Qing said, bowing.

“Yes… finally,” Old Doctor murmured, a hint of emotion in his voice.

He’d expected a smooth, swift breakthrough.

But he’d encountered dangers he hadn’t anticipated.

Especially when his spirit briefly surged through the Baihui Point, touching the flow of Heavenly and Earthly Qi—had he not snapped back in time, his soul might have been consumed.

He would have become a body without a spirit.

Indeed, cultivation was never without risk.

No matter how well-prepared one was, danger lurked in every step.

Only by experiencing it firsthand could one truly understand.

“Chen Ye Ye,” Xiao Yan stepped forward, eyes wide. “You look so young!”

“Oh? Do I?” Old Doctor glanced down at himself, then chuckled.

“Nonsense. I’m already old. If I looked this way, people would call me a demon. How could I treat patients then?”

With a subtle motion—no visible technique—his aura instantly retracted.

His hair turned gray again.

The wrinkles returned.

Only his spirit seemed different—calmer, deeper.

Everything else looked just as before.

“Master, what was that?” Lu Qing asked, stunned.

“Just a method to conceal my Qi,” Old Doctor smiled.

“I’m old. Why pretend to be young? If people saw me like that, they’d think I’m a monster. How could I be a doctor?”

Lu Qing was speechless.

His master—now a Xian Tian cultivator—still cared only about healing others.

That pure heart… was truly rare.

But he was also amazed by the technique.

To alter one’s appearance at will—far more powerful than any disguise.

Xian Tian… truly terrifying.

“Master,” Lu Qing asked, curiosity burning, “now that you’ve reached Xian Tian, what’s different from Hou Tian?”

(End of Chapter)

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