Chapter 82: Stealing the Dao Beneath the Lake

Spirit Realm, Human Race Mysterious Yellow Domain, Bright King City!

Today is the day the Xiao Family of East City gives instruction to junior Qi Refining disciples.

Almost as the sky just faintly brightened, the Qi Refining disciples who met the conditions came to the Xiao Family Lecture Hall.

In the Xiao Family Lecture Hall, on a small hill over twenty meters high, second- and third-grade spiritual herbs grew randomly.

In the lake with a diameter of a hundred zhang, there were not only various spiritual fish and spiritual turtles, but also third-grade spiritual medicines and thousand-year-old Clear Heart Water Lotus!

But this place is merely where the Xiao Family gives instruction to outstanding Qi Refining juniors.

The disciples who came here did not sit rigidly on benches listening to the teacher arranged by the family.

Instead, they each either casually sat on the hillside, or boated on the lake, or strolled in the corridor delicately smelling the spiritual flowers.

The arriving instructor did not mind; the Xiao Family's Way advocates nature, but only the more than twenty outstanding juniors in this courtyard could do so.

Upon seeing the instructor arrive, all the Qi Refining juniors rose to pay respects.

"Greetings, Instructor Xiao Yang!"

The family permits them to listen so freely, but it has not let them be ignorant of etiquette.

Xiao Yang nodded with a smile and said, "Let's begin the lecture like this!"

With his Golden Core cultivation, making each Qi Refining junior hear clearly is a trivial matter.

He wandered casually in the lecture hall, but no matter where he went, those outstanding juniors of the Xiao Family felt as if Xiao Yang senior stood before them giving the lecture.

Teaching Qi Refining disciples with his Golden Core cultivation is naturally extremely easy; each of his words directly hits the crux.

All the disciples listened, entranced, and in the blink of an eye, an hour of the Spirit Realm had passed.

And beneath the hundred-zhang lake, a round water sphere of diameter ten zhang appeared at some unknown time.

In that round water sphere sat a figure cross-legged, who at this time occasionally shook his head and swayed, and sometimes nodded delightedly.

This person was none other than Wang Ping, who had sneaked up from the lower realm.

He had already been listening here for half an hour, but that half hour had benefited him greatly.

At this moment, Xiao Yang above was lecturing on the limit path of the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, exactly what Wang Ping wanted to hear, so he immediately closed his eyes and strained to capture the senior's voice.

He dared not unleash his half-baked divine sense; not to mention that the senior reminded by the Silver Stone Gate is of Golden Core cultivation, just the more than twenty Qi Refining disciples above gave Wang Ping the feeling that they had condensed a false divine sense.

Moreover, they gave Wang Ping a sense of danger, evidently each possessing a tremendously powerful magical artifact.

Thus he could only gather his spiritual power at his ears to increase his hearing range.

"In the world, the limit of Great Perfection of Qi Refining is a one-hundred-tenfold heavenly resistance! At this point, no amount of pills, no matter how superb the heavenly materials and earthly treasures, no matter how much pure spiritual energy, is of any use; if one insists on cultivating, only bodily explosion will result!"

Xiao Yang's words gradually transmitted to Wang Ping's ears.

"One-hundred-tenfold?"

"This seems somewhat different from that of the lower realm, but Wang Ping did not dwell on it, for the two realms are utterly incomparable."

"Uncle Xiao! We also know that one-hundred-tenfold is the limit of Great Perfection of Qi Refining, but how should we break it?"

A youth who had been lying face up on the hillside rose, performed a respectful salute, and asked.

Xiao Yang nodded and said, "Good question!"

"The so-called resistance is actually just a clash of wills between humanity and the Heavenly Dao; when you sense resistance, you have actually been suppressed by the will of heaven and earth, so…"

Having said this, Xiao Yang's eyes suddenly brightened, and he looked over here and there.

Every Xiao Family junior he had looked at felt a numbness all over, as if countless tiny currents rose from their tailbones.

After he had finished looking at everyone, Xiao Yang then continued speaking:

"Therefore, to break the limit, let your will undergo metamorphosis, thereby overcoming the heavenly will of this stage!"

"Uncle Xiao, does will metamorphosis refer to our condition of producing a false divine sense?" A green-clothed maiden rose from among the strange flowers and exotic grasses and asked softly.

Wang Ping beneath the lake felt his heart heat up; could it really be such a condition?

Xiao Yang shook his head and said, "Will cannot simply be equated with divine sense; a strong divine sense does not guarantee a strong will, but a strong will certainly does not come with a weak divine sense."

"Then how should we train the will?"

"Indeed! I've never heard of cultivation requiring will training."

Xiao Yang smiled and said, "You not knowing does not mean it doesn't exist in the world; next I will impart to you one of our Xiao Family's secret techniques: the Weapon Forging Method!"

"The Weapon Forging Method, as the name suggests, is to train one's will as if it were a magical artifact; next, everyone will follow me in learning the cultivation of the Weapon Forging Method."

Xiao Yang's voice at this time was gentle and soothing: "First, use your divine sense to condense a divine-sense hammer; will is more illusory and ethereal than divine sense, so only a hammer condensed from mental power can contact it; everyone, first follow me slowly in learning the steps to condense the divine-sense hammer."

Beneath the lake, Wang Ping's eyes showed excitement; the method of forging the will was unheard of in the lower realm, possibly because the level he had accessed was too low to gather such information.

"The amount of divine sense determines the weight of the divine-sense hammer you condense, and the hammer's weight determines how far you can forge your will; if your divine sense is too little, too weak, the hammer you condense will be very light, and after forging the will-hammer to a certain degree, it will become ineffective, and at that point your will strength will likely be unable to break the heavenly resistance limit."

Xiao Yang's words again sounded very solemn; the Xiao Family juniors present felt their hearts tighten, their faces turning grave.

Since it concerns one's immortal path, no one dared be careless.

"Uncle Xiao! How do we determine the weight of the divine-sense hammer?"

Beneath the lake, Wang Ping silently praised, 'Good question!' He also wanted to ask that.

Xiao Yang laughed and said, "This is simple!"

Saying this, he picked up a stone from the ground, casually carved two lines, turning it into a square block, then tossed it in his hand and continued:

"This stone in my hand weighs only one catty; you can learn to do as I do, use your divine sense to control this stone, remember this weight, keep it in your heart, imprint it in your mind."

"During the process of condensing your divine-sense hammer, if this feeling arises again, it indicates that your divine-sense hammer has reached the illusory weight of one catty."

"Remember!" Xiao Yang emphasized solemnly:

"You must firmly remember this feeling!"

Wang Ping beneath the lake, having some insight, thought this was like buying tofu in the mundane world over months and years: if you want one catty, a slice cut off is exactly one catty.

Wang Ping was about to begin cultivation when he suddenly embarrassingly discovered that there was nothing around him; having entered the Spirit Realm, he could bring only his clothes, nothing else could be brought over.

Helpless, he could only boredly swim about inside the sphere.

Now he didn't dare to cultivate either, afraid that the commotion of his drawing in and exhaling spiritual qi would alarm the Golden Core cultivator above. Bored, Wang Ping's gaze suddenly fixed on the water inside the sphere.

Only now did he realize that this water, too, seemed extraordinary!

Glug!

He took a small gulp, closed his eyes for a moment, then suddenly opened his eager eyes.

The water tastes fine, but the key is the astonishing amount of spiritual energy it contains—whether used for cultivation or to irrigate spiritual herbs and medicines, it's an excellent choice.

Pack it up!

This idea popped into Wang Ping's mind, and then it snowballed out of control.

He had already expanded the silver block to two cubic meters using 600,000 spirit stones!

With that much space, he could certainly store a great deal of this spiritual water.

Collect! Collect! Collect!

In just ten breaths, Wang Ping, startled, filled the silver-white block with this spiritual water.

But this amount of water is merely a drop compared to the water inside the ten-zhang sphere—he could only expose his head.