Qin Ming had long been accustomed to the eyes of the Qingyun Sect's disciples. He accepted it calmly whether it was sympathy or ridicule. After living here for eight years, Qin Ming was always like a passerby and had not integrated here. Qingyun Sect didn't want to accept him.

He dragged his tired and painful body back to the Qingyun Sect’s miscellaneous warehouse.

This is where he has lived for eight years. It is located on a short mountain near the peak of Qingyun Sect. The warehouse is very large. There were five people in the past, but now there are only two people in charge.

One is the strong Qin Ming and the decadent old man.

They belong to the lowest level of Qingyun Sect and have been dependent on each other for many years.

Qin Ming returned to the warehouse, rubbed his face hard in front of the iron gate, and showed a faint smile as usual.

"Old man, I'm back."

Qin Ming pushed open the iron door and snapped his fingers, as if nothing had happened.

The gray-haired old man sat silently under the old tree in the distance, where there was an lonely grave. The old man sat there every day, quietly missing the dead.

One is lonely, the other is stubborn and strong, and two completely different personalities, but they have lived in harmony here for many years, which is a strange thing to say.

Qin Ming hummed a little tune and went to the warehouse to change his clean clothes. He had no annoyance, no frustration, and no resentment. Rather than being used to it, he was trying to be optimistic, a kind of optimism under tenacity and persistence. He has been like this for eight years.

In the distance, the old man sat quietly by the lonely grave, as if he had not seen Qin Ming being injured. All his attention was on the lonely grave, the magnolia flowers swaying beside the lonely grave. He was basically living like this every day. Apart from simply organizing the warehouse and eating something, he just sat there with the grave.

"I'll practice for a while later today."

Qin Ming said hello, sat cross-legged on the stone bench, sitting quietly like a bell, breathing smoothly, swallowing the subtle vitality between heaven and earth, and recuperating his painful body.

What he is now operating is not martial arts, but a wonderful way of swallowing energy - Shengsheng Jue!

Generally speaking, the lifelong pursuit of warriors is to swallow the energy between heaven and earth, condense it into spiritual power in their bodies, and show powerful combat power through specific martial arts. It is recognized by the world that the energy between heaven and earth is the "wild state" and "original state" of spiritual power.

But what Qin Ming now captures is not energy, but vitality and the energy of life!

This wonderful and rare way of swallowing air comes from the old man in the distance.

Since Qin Ming was imprisoned as an ordinary disciple in Qingyun Sect and arranged to be a servant in the warehouse, the old man has been here. It seems that no one knows the origin of the old man, and no one cares about such a bad old man. The old man has a weird temper and rarely talks to Qin Ming, let alone others. But on a rainy night five years ago, when Qin Ming crawled back with blood, he unexpectedly said the trick, which was kept in his heart by Qin Ming.

"The vitality is ethereal, wandering in the world, without beginning or end."

"The Beidou takes advantage of the energy, transports and transforms the four seasons, and mediates the eight directions. Heaven and earth intersect, and all things are biochemical, with beginning and end, and circulating."

"Born from all four seasons, and formed day and night."

"Essence and energy are objects, and wandering souls are changes."

"Check out its origins and observe its operation. If you can understand the coming and going, you can skillfully plan and avoid decline."

Qin Ming had been exploring and researching for three years, and finally he had a thorough study, integrated it and used it freely.

It is precisely because of this wonderful way of swallowing Qi that can heal Qin Ming's injuries in the shortest time, allowing him to live stubbornly until now in the persecution and exploitation of Qingyun Sect.

What is the origin of this set of mantras? The old man didn't say it, and Qin Ming didn't ask.

After one day of cultivation, Qin Ming's blood and injuries recovered most of his life, and the pain basically disappeared.

The effect of life is magical.

In the evening, Qin Ming saw that it was getting late, so he stopped practicing, went to the warehouse to cook food, and placed it on the simple wooden table outside. "Old man, it's time to eat."

They were all very ordinary wild vegetables, which were almost the same every day, but Qin Ming still made some different tricks and arranged four dishes.

The old man looked back at the dishes here. It might be because of the good color or it might be because he didn't eat for a day and was really hungry. He patted the dust on his body, sat down and ate slowly, without saying a word.

"You keep eating, I'll practice for a while." Qin Mingze scattered two chopsticks randomly and continued to sit cross-legged on the stone bench to swallow the energy of life.

He wants to resolve the injury as soon as possible and not leave any hidden dangers.

The old man tasted the dishes one by one and felt that they tasted good. He pulled all four dishes in front of him and started eating slowly.

Today he seems to have a particularly appetite.

"Young Master Qin?" A pretty and fair girl knocked on the iron door and walked in.

"Caiyi." Qin Ming chuckled and said hello: "I haven't seen each other for a few months, and I'm pretty again."

"I haven't seen you for a few months, and you've caused trouble again. It's not worry-free. Senior Sister Yueting asked me to bring you some medicine." The girl shook the small bamboo basket in her hand and said hello to the old man, but she was ignored. The old man was eating his own food on his own. The girl didn't care and quickly walked to Qin Ming, with her steps light and said: "Let me see how the injury is."

"Nothing, it's much better, don't worry."

"Really, why are you doing this? You know they won't let you pass." The girl put the small bamboo basket next to Qin Ming. She looked pure and beautiful, fresh and beautiful, as white and delicate as a lotus from the water, and looked lively and cheerful, but Qin Ming's pale face still made her face full of worry, and she blamed him for being impulsive.

"The opportunity is there, how can you not know if it's OK if you don't try it?"

"Then what opportunity is? Why don't you understand? There are great elders and others who are suppressing them, and other elders will not be willing to cause trouble. I know you are anxious about your relatives and want to win status to improve their situation, but the more you fight head-on, the more they suppress you. Can't we put our posture down a little?" Cai Yi felt sorry for Qin Ming's pale face.

"Let go down and beg for mercy as a dog? I wagged my tail and beg for mercy? I, Qin Ming, can't do it."

Cai Yi dumb and rosy little mouth, without saying anything else. I don’t know how many times I have persuaded her before. Even Sister Yueqing has persuaded her, but what’s the use? She opened the small bamboo basket, which contained two bottles of silt and regulating medicine, and some exquisite pastries. She whispered: “Guess who made it.”

"Say thanks to Yueqing for me, don't worry about me. Haven't I been living well all these years?" Qin Ming picked up the pastry, put it in his mouth to taste it, nodding while eating: "It's Yueqing's craftsmanship, it tastes good."

"You're living well? I feel sorry for being embarrassed. Fighting every few days is either you beat others up to blood, or others beat you up to blood. They are obviously deliberately provoking trouble, so you can avoid it if you can."

"The weak cannot die easily, and the strong cannot live easily. I want to be a strong man! The strong man forever!"

"Who said that?"

"My father." Qin Ming looked a little dim, but then he felt relieved and picked up a snack to taste it.

Cai Yi opened her mouth and looked carefully at Qin Ming's face: "Do you... hate them? I have no other meaning, just that others say they are actually..."

"Hate? Why do I hate? They will not abandon me, nor will they abandon their loved ones."

"I'm sorry, I said the wrong thing." Cai Yi knew that she had encountered Qin Ming's sad past.

"I'm fine, don't worry."

"By the way, Senior Sister Yueqing asked me to remind you that you suddenly showed off your strength in the Lingwu Realm after being silent for so many months. It will attract a lot of attention and attract more people to suppress you. You must be mentally prepared."

"Am I afraid of it? Eight years have passed, and I finally broke through the Lingwu Realm. This is just the beginning. I will become stronger and let the senior leaders of Qingyun Sect really pay attention to me. One day I will save my relatives and 200,000 urban residents." Qin Ming said casually, but his tone revealed the firmness that only he knew.

"Don't be so anxious. You have been withstood for eight years. Still care about the present? If you really feel that someone wants to harm you during this period, you will run to Senior Sister Yueqing. We cannot save Thunder Ancient City, but we will definitely protect you..."

"Bang!!"

The iron gate of the warehouse compound was stomped open, and Zhao Lie walked in with his followers swaggeringly.

"Zhao Lie! Why are you here for?" Cai Yi was angry and scared me.

Zhao Lie was not surprised that Cai Yi was here: "Isn't this Cai Yi's junior sister? I haven't seen each other for a long time, and I don't dare to admit it."

"I'm asking you, what are you doing here?"

"Where do I, Zhao Lie, still need to report to you?"

"You are not welcome here, go out!" Cai Yi knew very well what they were going to do.

"Is this your home?" Zhao Lie showed a bad smile, and the followers laughed politely.

"you……"

Qin Ming sat on the stone bench and didn't even get up, and ate snacks on his own: "I can't get angry with a few garbage."

"Qin Ming, the sinner, what did you say just now? Do you dare to say it again?" Zhao Lie walked towards them.

"I've said it many times over the years. Why are you addicted to it?"

Cai Yi hurriedly reminded: "Qin Ming, he is not the Zhao Lie he used to be."

"I am not the same as before." Qin Ming endured for more than two months and made continuous breakthroughs. Although he was humiliated by Elder Chu Hua today, his strength is no longer the same as before as the Spirit Tempering Realm.

"Is that true?" Zhao Lie signaled his followers to lock the iron gate to death, stood in front of Qin Ming with a smile, and looked down at him with his eyes down.

Qin Ming raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, stood up on the stone bench, raised his head, and replaced him with his eyes down at Zhao Lie. "Is there anything wrong?"

The momentum that Zhao Lie just mentioned became weaker on the spot. He was angry: "Qin Ming, I don't understand where you, a sinner, feel superior!"

"If you have something to say, you're out of here."

"I want to challenge you!" Zhao Lie didn't want to talk nonsense to him, he just wanted to beat Qin Ming hard and exclaimed his anger. He was imposing, and flames burst out from his hands, burning wildly.

Spiritual power is revealed, spiritual martial arts realm!

"I haven't seen each other for two months. How many levels of Lingwu have you been in the sky?" Qin Ming glanced at the flames in his hand, without any surprise.

"Lingwu! The Third Heaven!" Zhao Lie was proud of his chest. He disappeared for so long, but was actually taken away by Elder Chu Hua. It was his sister who helped him get the opportunity to practice hard with Elder Chu Hua, and was guided with great care. He was promoted to two levels of heaven in a row, and from the beginning of entering the Lingwu realm, he advanced to the Third Heaven of Lingwu.

Those followers were all proud of Zhao Lie.

"I'm sure Qin Ming, let's hear that our senior brother Zhao Lie passed today's test and ranked first. Elder Chu Hua also gave an additional spiritual pearl grass!"

"Do you know what the Spirit Bead Grass is? That is the medium-grade Spirit Grass!"

"Ten days later, our senior brother Zhao Lie will enter the Wuzong Pavilion and accept a stronger inheritance of martial arts. In the future, it may not only be a personal disciple, but may also grow into a Jinling disciple. And you, continue to do odd jobs in this warehouse, haha."

"From now on, you can only stand behind our senior brother Zhao Lie and look at his back, haha."
Chapter completed!