I can add one every day

"It's really surprising that you have entered a new realm in such a short time? How did you do it?"

Qiu Chiyin looked at Zhou Qingyuan with a smile, surprised at the potential shown by the other party, and had some thoughts in his mind.

If I have time later, I can catch this kid and study him carefully.

Zhou Qingyuan looked at Qiu Chiyin, who didn't take him seriously at all, with cold eyes, and left again.

Although he still failed to make a contribution this time, at least he solved the reason why Qiu Chiyin could survive under his hands.

My lethality is not enough, and I can't hurt the other party at all.

It doesn't matter, it's one step closer to the goal, and at the moment of entering the perfection of the soul realm, Zhou Qingyuan has already thought of the next step.

Although the soul is formed, it has not grown yet.

The next step is to continuously strengthen the soul to the extent that it can travel day and night.

Zhou Qingyuan didn't know how to strengthen the soul most efficiently, so he could only continue to use the method of stimulating the Niwan Palace to practice slowly.

According to his speculation, if he continued to follow this method, it might take him hundreds of years to enter the Far Traveling Realm.

But it doesn't matter, as long as he has mastered the correct theory and practice method, no matter how slow the practice method is, the system will handle everything.

Looking at the new line of information on the panel, Zhou Qingyuan looked determined.

[Far Traveling Realm - Not Entered]

With the help of the system, Zhou Qingyuan has already reached the peak of martial arts that ordinary warriors can never reach in their lifetime.

On the second day, Far Traveling Realm was entered.

The soul grew stronger by three points, and the method of inner vision gradually became more proficient. In the past, Zhou Qingyuan achieved the purpose of inner vision through the perception of internal energy.

Now, Zhou Qingyuan seemed to really see the white space in his brain and the transparent soul living in it.

On the third day, Far Traveling Realm was completed, the white space of nothingness expanded, and the transparent soul gradually had facial features, faintly showing the appearance of Zhou Qingyuan, with a small five-clawed golden dragon printed on the forehead.

Zhou Qingyuan tried to control this little man and travel quietly at night.

Under the attack of the strong wind, the soul, which had not yet fully grown, should have felt uncomfortable, but a magical golden film wrapped around his body and protected him from the strong wind.

Feeling the rapid movement of the soul, Zhou Qingyuan's heart moved, and suddenly thought of a possible way to break the situation.

On the fourth day, the far-reaching realm was perfected, and the little man in Zhou Qingyuan's mind had completely transformed into his appearance. Whether it was day or night, he could last for more than a whole day.

Unfortunately, the soul cultivated by the internal energy seemed to only have the function of out-of-body exploration, and there was no way to really affect the material world, and it was impossible to realize Zhou Qingyuan's fantasy of using the power of the soul to take objects from a distance.

Without telling anyone, Zhou Qingyuan quietly entered the royal tunnel, locked the entrance with a heavy stone door, and began to travel.

The transparent soul, which had shrunk countless times, rose from Zhou Qingyuan's head, went straight out of the tunnel, and explored the entire Yongcheng territory.

This year, the family had received an offering once. Zhou Qingyuan kept searching around the previous transaction location and finally found clues.

A transparent film of light stretched across the front, invisible and untouchable. If Zhou Qingyuan had not cultivated a soul that no warrior had ever cultivated, it would have been impossible to detect this film of light.

He tentatively reached out his hand to touch the film of light, but there was no reaction, and one hand went straight through.

Zhou Qingyuan's soul figure curled his lips slightly, and his whole body went straight through the barrier. Today he wanted to see how the so-called family cultivation method was different from that of a warrior, and what was so magical about it?

As the soul passed through the barrier, the scene in front of Zhou Qingyuan began to change.

The quaint green Taoist temples were located alone on each hill. On the unobstructed avenue, there were rows of gorgeous buildings on the left and right, and voices were heard from time to time.

Is this where the family has lived for generations? It looks quite simple.

After confirming that there were only some ordinary people in those buildings, Zhou Qingyuan lost interest in them, turned his eyes to the Taoist temple on the mountain, and his soul quietly approached.

Before he completely entered the Taoist temple, he suddenly heard an extremely violent cough.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough! Ho. Ho."

Intense gasps sounded in the Taoist temple, accompanied by the sound of an old sob.

Zhou Qingyuan's heart trembled, and he couldn't figure out the situation inside, so he chose to stop outside the gatehouse of the Taoist temple and continue to listen.

The endless coughing sounded continuously, and the old man inside was obviously tortured beyond recognition, and his breath was extremely disordered.

After confirming that there was indeed only one extremely old man in the house, Zhou Qingyuan made up his mind and rushed in directly.

The architectural style of the house was very simple. Within the sight, an old man with white hair and skinny body was lying on a comfortable soft couch at this time. This was the only luxurious decoration in the room.

Zhou Qingyuan observed the state of the old man and was a little confused.

The Yuan Yang in this person's body continued to leak out, and he was afraid that he didn't have much time left. What was his identity?

Since he could live in the Taoist temple, he should have a high status. Why was he so embarrassed?

After quietly observing the old man for a quarter of an hour, Zhou Qingyuan quietly left after seeing him lying on the bed and coughing without any other behavior.

There are many Taoist temples on the mountain. After leaving the Taoist temple where the coughing old man was, Zhou Qingyuan quietly entered the next Taoist temple.

With the experience from the last time, he was much bolder this time. He only listened at the door for a moment and then went in directly.

In the second Taoist temple, there was still a continuous coughing sound, but this time it was a middle-aged man who was coughing.

His face was pale, and he was lying on the bed like the old man before. His Yuan Yang was also leaking out, but not as strongly as the old man before.

Zhou Qingyuan observed for a while and found that this middle-aged man was just like the old man before. He did not do anything except coughing constantly, so he left decisively.

Then came the third Taoist temple, the fourth Taoist temple, and the fifth Taoist temple. There were a total of thirteen Taoist temples in this hidden place. Zhou Qingyuan explored eleven Taoist temples in one breath, and the situation was somewhat similar.

The difference was that the further he went, the younger the people lying in the Taoist temples were, and the better their condition was. When he reached the eleventh Taoist temple, the man inside did not even cough.

But when he walked to the twelfth Taoist temple, the young man in the Taoist temple suddenly opened his eyes.

This person was full of spirit and energy, completely different from the weak appearance of the eleven people Zhou Qingyuan had seen before.

Zhou Qingyuan did not hesitate at all, his spirit and soul returned quickly, and all the scenes in front of him began to retreat in the whistle.

The young man in the twelfth Taoist temple looked at the empty corner with a frown.

What was that feeling of being spied on just now?

In the tunnel, Zhou Qingyuan opened his eyes, his eyes shining.

Who would have thought that there were only thirteen Taoists in the place where the noble family lived in seclusion, and eleven of them were sickly and tuberculous? What secrets were hidden in this?

Recalling the state of the young man in the twelfth Taoist temple, Zhou Qingyuan had a hunch that the way to break the blood disaster two months later was in it.