Cultivation Of Immortality: Double Cultivation With Thousand Times Experience

Jì Hou slowly opened his eyes in the training room, as if waking up from a deep sleep. His eyes shone with wisdom and depth, which was the result of three days of preparation and adaptation.

The increase in power brought about by breaking through the Golden Core Stage this time is far beyond what the Foundation Establishment Stage can match. The majestic and vast mana surges like a tidal wave.

Divine consciousness is as vast and boundless as the sea of ​​stars. After three days of constant running-in and adjustment, Jì Hou was finally able to use this power freely and release it as he pleased.

The training room is quiet and deep, and only the rich aura permeating the air shows how extraordinary this place is. Jì Hou gently pushed open the heavy door.

Walking into the hall, I saw that the spirit gathering array in the center was in full swing. Countless spiritual energies were being pulled together to form a whirlpool of spiritual mist visible to the naked eye.

In this place where the spiritual mist is the strongest, Yuan Zhihong sits in a dignified posture on an exquisite futon, her eyes slightly closed, her breath long and deep, and she is obviously concentrating on practicing.

However, in sharp contrast to the diligence of her sister Yuan Zhihong, her sister Yuan Zhilu was lazily asleep on the small bed on the side of the hall.

The slightly undulating chest, accompanied by even breathing, looked particularly peaceful and lovely, but also made people laugh or cry.

A helpless smile appeared on Jì Hou's lips. He walked straight towards the sleeping Yuan Zhilu and gently pinched her cute little nose.

With this pinch, Yuan's childish green complexion quickly turned from white to red, as bright as a ripe cherry.

Immediately afterwards, she suddenly woke up and stared at Jì Hou in front of her with a pair of hazy and naive eyes.

She pursed her pink lips, looking innocent as if her sweet dream had been disturbed. She picked up her soft little fist and punched Jì Hou in the stomach. There was a hint of coquettishness and reproach in her voice: "Brother-in-law, what are you doing? I was having a sweet dream, and I thought it was a nightmare!"

Jì Hou accepted her "attack", but her heart was filled with love and blame for this sister-in-law.

He pretended to be serious and said: "Look at how hard your sister is working. You are only at the third level of Qi training. Why are you so embarrassed to sleep here?"

The words contained elder-like care and instruction, as well as the pampering and tolerance of Yuan Zhilv as if she were a family member.

Yuan Zhilv has already turned to the supreme method of the Qinglong lineage, Meng Zhang Ling Ling Jue, although this decision has cost her some cultivation.

But this loss is not a pity in her opinion, because the majestic power and profound foundation contained in Meng Zhang's Luck Spirit Art have made her cultivation foundation more solid and stable.

Also taking the Meng Zhang Luck Skill was her sister Yuan Zhihong. She did not show any flinch when she fell from the peak of Qi training to the eighth level of Qi training.

With perseverance and hard work, she firmly believes that she will soon be able to make up for her lost cultivation. However, in comparison, Yuan Zhilu, a playful little lazy boy, seemed careless about restoring his cultivation.

Faced with Jì Hou's slightly sullen reminder, Yuan Zhilu stuck out her tongue and said with a smile: "Haha, brother-in-law, Jin Dan Zhenren, is by my side. Who dares to mess with me? I'm practicing, right? It doesn’t seem that important to me.”

However, Jì Hou became serious at this moment, and there was a hint of worry in his eyebrows: "Xiao Lu, in this world of cultivation where dangers are everywhere and the jungle is strong, you can't always rely on others. What if one day I am not by your side, and you happen to be If you encounter danger, how should you respond?"

Hearing this, Yuan Zhilu muttered in a low voice with some embarrassment: "Oh, how could something like that happen? I definitely wouldn't leave my brother-in-law for even half a step and run around. How could I be in danger..."

Hearing that Yuan Zhilv was still arguing, Jì Hou couldn't help but smile bitterly and patiently continued to persuade:

"Okay, let's not talk about dangerous things for now. Let's talk about longevity. As a golden elixir monk, my lifespan can reach five hundred years."

"And your sister is about to succeed in building the foundation. By then, her lifespan will reach 200 years, and she is expected to reach the realm of golden elixir. But as for you, Xiaolu, you are just practicing Qi cultivation, and your lifespan will only last a hundred years."

"Do you have to wait until you are old and your energy and blood decline to regret that you didn't practice seriously in the first place?"

At this time, Yuan Zhihong seemed to sense the conversation here. She ended her practice, walked over, gently held Jì Hou's arm, looked at Yuan Zhilu with gentle but firm eyes, nodded in agreement:

"Xiao Lu, every word your brother-in-law says is profoundly philosophical."

"Do you really want to wait until a hundred years later, when we may be able to see you forever, but you turn into a handful of loess and endure the grief of a white-haired person sending a black-haired person to you? That will be the saddest scene in the world."

The words between Jì Hou and Yuan Zhihong were like arrows that penetrated the soul, accurately hitting the softest place in Yuan Zhilu's heart.

The image just flashed through her mind, causing her to tremble uncontrollably, and an unprecedented sense of fear filled her heart.

"No, I don't want to bear the ravages of time alone. It would be too desolate and ugly to die of old age or something." Yuan Zhilu's voice contained a hint of stubbornness and resistance, but it also revealed her deep concern for the future.

Hearing what their sister said, Yuan Zhihong and Jì Hou looked at each other and smiled. Their smiles were full of love and understanding for Yuan Zhilu's innocence and persistence. Yuan Zhihong's eyes shone with warmth, while Jì Hou was calm and determined.

However, Yuan Zhilu's mood did not improve, but fell into deeper sorrow. "But... my cultivation talent is really poor. I'm afraid it will be difficult to even build a foundation, let alone reach the golden elixir stage."

She lowered her eyes, and her eyelashes seemed to be hung with crystal disappointment. Her path of cultivation was stumbling, partly because of her own spiritual root qualifications - a low-grade spiritual root, which is actually ordinary in the world of cultivation, and having a high-grade spiritual root Compared with Ling Gen's sister Yuan Zhihong, the gap between the two is like a cloud of mud.

Seeing this, Jì Hou said in a gentle and powerful voice: "You don't have to worry too much about this matter. Just concentrate on your cultivation first. With the help of this high-level spirit gathering array, it will not be difficult to spend some time cultivating to the peak of Qi training. Then I will I will find another Foundation Establishment Pill for you to break through to the Foundation Establishment realm, and then you can increase your lifespan by a hundred years. As for future matters, my brother-in-law has his own way to solve them."

His words were full of confidence and commitment, because he knew his own strength and potential.

As a late-stage Jindan monk, Jì Hou holds the secret weapon of the system in his hands. Once he accumulates enough experience, he will be able to break through to the Nascent Soul stage just around the corner.

When he reaches the Nascent Soul stage, his status in the world of cultivation will be very important, and it is natural to find the treasures of heaven and earth to improve his talent.

Even if the Nascent Soul stage still cannot be solved, there is still the Divine Transformation stage waiting for him. After all, with the assistance of the system, Jì Hou is already familiar with the matter of Broken Mirror promotion and can handle it with ease.

When Yuan Zhilu heard Jì Hou's firm promise, she was moved like a tide. She could no longer restrain her inner emotions and threw herself into Jì Hou's arms.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Her tears were a mixture of gratitude and relief, dripping hot on Jì Hou's clothes.

Jì Hou gently stroked her hair with incomparable tolerance and pampering, and his generous palm conveyed endless strength and comfort, as if to tell her: No matter how bumpy the road ahead is, he will be by her side to protect her. Shield from wind and rain, protect us.