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Chapter 184: Acupoint Transformation, Soul Power Soars
"This soul breakthrough… it's truly different from the state of absorbing abilities and deep cultivation," Lu Qing murmured softly, slowly emerging from his trance-like state. His eyes shimmered with awe.
Right now, he felt utterly invigorated. Everything around him was under his complete control. His sensing ability had surged, and his command over his physical body had ascended to a new level.
With a mere thought, he plunged his consciousness once more into the Brow Qi Cavity.
The transformation was nothing short of earth-shattering. The acupoint’s space had expanded several times over, capable of holding far more Spirit Soul Power. The white mist representing that power had grown denser, richer—like mist thickened by ancient winds.
Combined, his Spirit Soul Power had increased by more than tenfold compared to before.
At the center of the Brow Qi Cavity, a faintly glowing Shen Hun Fu Lu stood suspended in midair, radiating an ancient, solemn, and dignified aura. It inhaled and exhaled the surrounding spiritual mist, refining it with each breath.
Each inhalation brought a subtle yet unmistakable strengthening—like the mist itself was being purified and amplified.
"Earlier, I estimated that even before forming the Shen Hun Fu Lu, my Spirit Soul Power was already on par with a novice Xian Tian cultivator—no worse than the Wei Family’s Ancestor," Lu Qing reflected.
"Now that the Shen Hun Fu Lu has fully formed, my Spirit Soul Power has skyrocketed. In sheer strength, I can now crush most ordinary Xian Tian beginners."
The soul was always mysterious, elusive—beyond easy grasp. Even Xian Tian Jing cultivators struggled to understand it, let alone fathom its essence. Without a specialized Combat Technique, it was nearly impossible for a Xian Tian Jing cultivator to actively strengthen their Spirit Soul Power through cultivation alone.
Typically, Spirit Soul Power only grew alongside realm breakthroughs, the baptism of heavenly laws, and bodily transformation.
But Soul Combat Techniques were exceedingly rare—so precious that only the most ancient, powerful sects could afford them. Most Xian Tian Jing cultivators never even had access to such methods.
Thus, ordinary Xian Tian beginners generally had comparable Spirit Soul Power—unless they possessed some extraordinary fortune.
Now, thanks to the completion of his Shen Hun Fu Lu and the transformation of his Brow Qi Cavity, Lu Qing’s Spirit Soul Power far surpassed the norm. He might even rival a Xian Tian intermediate-level master.
Even more crucially, the Shen Hun Fu Lu continuously refined his Spirit Soul Power—a constant, subtle enhancement.
Though each breath added only a barely perceptible increment, over time, the accumulation would be substantial.
"And with Henglu Guan Xiang Fa as well, my Spirit Soul Power still has immense room to grow in the days ahead," Lu Qing thought with quiet delight.
Possessing multiple top-tier heritages, coupled with his master’s personal teachings, had made one truth clear: after entering the Xian Tian realm, Spirit Soul Power was paramount.
The stronger the soul, the higher the insight, the easier it became to comprehend the Xian Tian Dao, and the faster one advanced.
The deeper the foundation, the greater the reward upon breakthrough.
Now, though he hadn’t yet entered Xian Tian, his Spirit Soul Power already dwarfed that of most Xian Tian beginners.
What would happen when he finally stepped into the Xian Tian realm, with the heavens themselves washing over him in a baptism of celestial laws?
Lu Qing couldn’t help but feel anticipation building.
"And…" He extended his right hand, his mind stirring slightly. A tiny rune formed at his fingertip, shimmering faintly with an elusive aura.
"With the Shen Hun Fu Lu now complete, I can finally begin using some of the Script Dao techniques."
That was why Script Dao was so difficult to master. Even Lu Qing—despite his abilities and extraordinary luck—had spent over two years to forge the Shen Hun Fu Lu.
For ordinary Script Dao cultivators, reaching this stage might take decades, even centuries.
And before the Shen Hun Fu Lu was complete, Script Dao practitioners had little to no self-defense capabilities. Unless they also cultivated other systems, pure Script Dao cultivators might struggle against a mere Qi Xue Jing warrior.
Yet human energy was limited. The path of Script Dao was already arduous enough. To add another cultivation system on top? Progress would slow to a crawl.
Those with mediocre talent might never even succeed in entering the path.
"Could the disappearance of the Divine Seal Sect be tied to this?" A sudden thought flashed through Lu Qing’s mind.
"Regardless… I’ve finally completed the Shen Hun Fu Lu. Good. I’d been hesitating whether to advance to Xian Tian Jing. Now, no rush. I’ll focus on mastering Script Dao techniques first."
Lu Qing had already reached the peak of Nei Fu Jing Wan Man, the Zong Shi Jingjie, over a year ago. With his Spirit Soul Power already honed and immensely powerful, he could have triggered the Qi Cavity breakthrough at any time—unlocked the celestial bridge, drawn in the heavenly energy, and ascended to Xian Tian.
But a strange premonition had held him back.
Now, with the great transformation of the world imminent, and the revival of spiritual energy about to unfold across the land, he sensed that rushing into Xian Tian might cause him to miss a once-in-a-millennium opportunity.
At that time, his Shen Hun Fu Lu was already nearly complete—its structure set. He trusted his instincts.
Now, with the Shen Hun Fu Lu fully formed and his Spirit Soul Power greatly enhanced, that inner sensation had grown even stronger. There was no longer any urgency.
"Besides, Master is planning to journey to Zhong Zhou soon—where he’ll use the chance to enter Sheng Shan Sheng Chi. Zhong Zhou is the most prosperous and fertile of the Nine Continents, a true cradle of talent. Perhaps we can gather useful information there."
Having made his decision, Lu Qing calmed his aura and rose from the bed.
Stepping out of the hidden chamber, he found Xiao Li curled up in his little nest, fast asleep.
A half-open Storybook lay beside him, and a few stray fish jerky sticks scattered nearby. Even with Lu Qing’s presence, the little creature didn’t stir.
"You’re quite the lazy one," Lu Qing chuckled.
He knew Xiao Li only relaxed this much because he was utterly familiar with Lu Qing’s presence—and completely trusted him. Any stranger entering his range would have instantly awakened him.
He reached over and pinched the little beast’s ear gently.
"Xiao Li, time to wake up."
The small creature blinked groggily, then widened his eyes upon seeing Lu Qing.
"Awo?"
"Yep, I’m done with my cultivation. How long was I in there?"
Xiao Li held up three tiny claws.
"Three days?" Lu Qing was surprised. The transformation of the Brow Qi Cavity must have taken far longer than he’d thought. He’d assumed it had only been a day.
"Awo?" Xiao Li chirped again.
"Right, clean up and we can go back."
Hearing that, Xiao Li sprang up instantly, snatched the Storybook and his nest, stuffed them all into Lu Qing’s arms, then leapt onto his shoulder, signaling he was ready to go.
"You don’t have to be so eager," Lu Qing sighed, shaking his head at the little creature’s frantic energy. "It’s not like you’ve missed a game of chess with Xiao Yan for days."
With a flick of his hand, he stored everything into the Qiankun Yiqi Dai, then led Xiao Li out of the cave.
(End of Chapter)
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