Chapter 98: The Xian Tian Realm Master Cultivation Plan

"Master, what’s wrong?" Lu Qing’s first glance at his master revealed a startling change—his skin had tightened, and his formerly gray hair was now deeply black. Yet the old man looked utterly bewildered, his expression blank with confusion.

"I think... I’ve broken through," Old Doctor murmured, his voice distant.

"Breakthrough?" Lu Qing froze, then burst into joy. "Master, does this mean you’ve reached Inner Organ Perfection?"

He remembered clearly—his master had once been at the peak of the Nei Fu Jing realm, just one breath away from the ultimate cultivation stage: Inner Organ Perfection. Now that he’d broken through, it meant he had reached the pinnacle of Hou Tian—complete and whole.

But Old Doctor still looked lost. "It feels like Inner Organ Perfection... yet it’s not quite that."

"Hmm?" Lu Qing’s eyes narrowed.

Without a sound, he activated his Abilities and scanned his master.

Instantly, a deep crimson glow flared across the old man’s body. Several pieces of information flashed in his mind:

【Chen Song Qing: Masterful Medical Skills, kind-hearted, widely respected—truly a fine old physician.】

【Cultivation Level: Qi Cavities Loosened, Spirit Soul Not Yet Formed—Half Step Xian Tian.】

【A lifetime dedicated to healing, countless lives saved, bearing great merit, blessed with profound fortune.】

Half Step Xian Tian? There was such a stage?

Lu Qing blinked, then stared at the words, deep in thought.

Qi cavities loosened, spirit soul not yet formed?

"Master," Lu Qing finally asked, "how do you feel now?"

Old Doctor sighed, troubled. "I can faintly sense I’ve touched a new realm... but I don’t know how to open the door."

Of course he knew what that realm was—the Xian Tian Realm. The ultimate aspiration of countless martial cultivators. But now, with that dream within reach, he was utterly powerless to step forward. The frustration was unbearable.

Lu Qing fell silent, absorbing the situation.

He now understood his master’s predicament.

According to Li Weitian’s Heritage, to enter the Xian Tian Realm, one must first forge a spirit soul. Only then, with the power of the spirit soul, could one shatter the barriers, draw in heavenly qi, and refine the first thread of Xian Tian True Qi—only then could one officially ascend to the Xian Tian Realm.

His master’s Qi cavities were nearly open, but the spirit soul had yet to form. Without it, no qi could enter the body.

"Master," Lu Qing asked, "you don’t know how to break through to the Xian Tian Realm?"

"I only know," Old Doctor said, "that a Hou Tian Realm cultivator seeking to ascend must have a Xian Tian Method to guide them. Only then can they shatter that final barrier and enter the transcendent state."

"But I’ve never had the fortune to see such a method."

"And even if I had, who would ever reveal such a secret? Not even the great sects or noble families with Xian Tian masters in their bloodline would allow just anyone to access it—only their most elite heirs and chosen disciples."

"I’m just a wandering doctor," Old Doctor sighed. "I never imagined I’d even touch the Xian Tian Realm. Not even Hou Tian perfection was something I dared dream of."

He was old. His vital energy had long since faded. To maintain the Nei Fu Jing peak for so long was already a miracle. To go further?

Yet now, thanks to his disciple’s chance encounter, he’d consumed a drop of Dipulse Spiritual Fluid—a rare spiritual essence. His cultivation, stagnant for years, had suddenly surged forward, and he’d touched the threshold between Hou Tian and Xian Tian.

But the door stood before him, and he had no key.

Even Old Doctor, so calm and detached, felt a pang of regret.

Seeing his master’s disappointment, Lu Qing smiled faintly.

"Master, don’t be disheartened. We may lack the legacy of great sects or noble houses, but a Xian Tian Method isn’t that hard to obtain."

"Wha—?" Old Doctor blinked, stunned, staring at him.

"Didn’t I tell you?" Lu Qing said. "In that strange cave, I obtained some Heritage—right there, a Xian Tian Method."

"A Qing... you’re not joking?" Old Doctor whispered, dazed.

"Of course not. I’ll write it down for you right now."

Lu Qing rose and walked to the medicine cabinet. Old Doctor kept brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone there for writing prescriptions. Lu Qing fetched them, ground the ink, laid out the paper, and began to write furiously.

After months of practice and greater control over his body, his calligraphy had improved dramatically. Even at speed, the characters remained sharp and clear.

Before long, he had perfectly copied Li Weitian’s Xian Tian Method.

"Master," he said, handing over the scroll, "the key to ascending from Hou Tian to Xian Tian is forging your spirit soul. Only then can you break through the Qi cavities, sense the primordial qi of the universe, draw it into your body, and refine the first thread of Xian Tian True Qi within your dantian."

"A Xian Tian Method is simply a technique to cultivate the spirit soul. I was fortunate enough to inherit one such method."

"I’d planned to surprise you when you reached Inner Organ Perfection—but you’ve reached this stage sooner than I thought."

"This Jing Yuan Duan Shen Fa—I present it to you now."

Old Doctor took the scroll, trembling slightly, and began to read.

His eyes widened with every line.

Though he avoided violence, it wasn’t from weakness—it was because he valued life. But his martial talent was extraordinary. Otherwise, how could he have deduced the Nourish Body Fist from a broken, nameless combat technique, reaching the peak of Nei Fu Jing?

And with decades of healing, his understanding of meridians and acupoints was unparalleled. His insight into body cultivation was deep beyond most.

So he immediately saw the depth of the method before him.

The instructions on how to circulate one’s essence, refine the spirit soul—details beyond anything he’d ever imagined.

He read it, entranced.

After finishing, he read it twice more, then exhaled slowly.

"Truly incredible. This is no mere technique—it’s divine. I never realized the connection between human essence and spirit soul could be so profound."

"Master, does this method help?" Lu Qing asked.

"Help? It’s like pouring nectar into a dry well!" Old Doctor laughed, yet his voice trembled with awe. "I thought I’d mastered the art of healing. But this—this reveals the infinite depths of the human body. My old knowledge? A frog at the bottom of a well. I was so blind."

He sighed, genuinely moved. The method wasn’t just a path to spiritual cultivation—it expanded his medical wisdom in ways he’d never dreamed of.

And that, more than anything, thrilled him.

A doctor by heart, Old Doctor cherished every improvement in his healing arts. Any advancement brought him pure joy.

"Master," Lu Qing pressed, "how long will it take you to reach Xian Tian Realm with this method?"

"I’ve just begun to analyze it," Old Doctor replied. "Based on this method, I estimate it’ll take no more than half a year, at most a year, to forge my spirit soul."

"Half a year?" Lu Qing was surprised.

"Young man," Old Doctor chuckled, "you truly don’t understand the hardship of cultivation."

"Ask any Nei Fu Jing peak master—if they could forge their spirit soul and enter the Xian Tian Realm within a year, they’d be beside themselves with joy. How many Inner Organ Perfection masters have spent their entire lives staring at that invisible barrier, never able to cross?"

"I’m old," he continued. "If not for those few drops of Dipulse Spiritual Fluid, even if I’d touched the threshold, it would’ve taken me three or five years just to forge the spirit soul."

"And you’re still complaining about the time?"

Old Doctor shook his head, amused.

His disciple’s cultivation was too smooth—effortless, like walking on flat ground. He had no idea what real struggle felt like.

Was that a good thing?

"Forgive me, Master," Lu Qing said sheepishly.

He’d seen the Abilities scan show Half Step Xian Tian. He’d assumed that with the method, his master would be able to forge the spirit soul instantly.

Then he’d have a Xian Tian Realm master at his side—something to make his dreams come true.

But he’d been too optimistic.

"You,” Old Doctor said, smiling despite himself, “you’re just too eager."

"Master," Lu Qing said, "once you officially become a Xian Tian Realm cultivator, I’ll give you another combat technique—my gift for your breakthrough."

"A Qing," Old Doctor’s eyes widened. "What kind of Heritage did you find? How can you remember so many Xian Tian combat techniques so clearly?"

Now even he was fascinated.

And he was stunned by how perfectly Lu Qing had copied the Jing Yuan Duan Shen Fa—a method so intricate, so precise, that even a single character miswritten could lead to disaster.

Yet Lu Qing had written it with absolute confidence.

Now he said he’d give him another Xian Tian combat technique?

How could a boy who’d just entered the mountains know so much?

"I didn’t receive the Heritage on paper or bamboo slips," Lu Qing explained calmly. "It was carved directly into my soul—by a mysterious immortal, using Spirit Soul Carving. It’s etched into my mind. I can’t forget it, no matter what. So don’t worry, Master."

"Spirit Soul Carving?" Old Doctor gasped. "Such a technique truly exists?"

Then he paused. The same immortal who could create Dipulse Spiritual Fluid—someone beyond the reach of even a Hou Tian cultivator.

"Then rest easy, Master," Lu Qing said. "You don’t need to worry about what comes next."

"But… sharing a combat technique—won’t that cause trouble?" Old Doctor asked, concerned. "I know how fiercely sects guard their Heritage. The one you received—likely from a hidden sect. Giving it away… that’s a grave offense."

"Relax, Master," Lu Qing reassured him. "The one who gave me the technique is long dead—over seven hundred years gone. His remains are dust. He never forbade its transmission. So I’m free to pass it on."

Li Weitian was long gone. His bones had turned to dust. To have any Heritage at all was already a miracle.

Why would Lu Qing care about rules?

Old Doctor finally smiled, his heart full.

"Who would’ve thought an old man like me would, in my final days, benefit from my disciple’s fortune? To even glimpse the Xian Tian Realm—the dream of countless martial heroes?"

He looked at Lu Qing, overwhelmed.

He’d never imagined that a whim, a single moment of kindness, would bring him such a miracle.

Now, not only would his life be extended by decades… he might even ascend to the Xian Tian Realm.

He almost thought he was dreaming.

Seeing his master so happy, Lu Qing felt a surge of joy.

Once Old Doctor broke through, he’d have a Xian Tian Realm master as his protector.

Even if the old man wasn’t skilled in combat, a Xian Tian Realm cultivator was still a Xian Tian Realm cultivator—no Hou Tian Realm warrior could dare challenge him.

And once he gave him a stronger combat technique—something from Li Weitian’s legacy—Old Doctor would be no ordinary Xian Tian cultivator.

After all, this was a technique from a Xian Tian Realm peak master who had dominated an entire era.

Any Xian Tian cultivator who obtained it would instantly rank among the elite.

With such a master at his side, Lu Qing could truly walk through Cang County like a king.

The Black Wolf Gang? Just a pile of broken tiles.

Even the Wei Family—would they really dare provoke a Xian Tian Realm master?

The thought made his pulse race.

Am I… doing something like this? Lu Qing thought with a sly grin.

Most people trained children or animals.

He was raising his master into a Xian Tian Realm powerhouse.

The difference was... absolutely enormous.

(End of Chapter)

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