C12 Crazy Cultivation

In the evening, Mingsi arrived at Nanqimu. When Mingsi returned to his room, he found that Ziming was even earlier than him.

At this moment, Ziming was sitting cross-legged on the wooden bed, holding a basin of saplings in his hands as he stared at them.

"Ziming, what are you doing?" Mingsi curiously went over to take a look.

"Our professor asked us to use our spiritual energy to raise this small sapling. " Ziming did not even raise his head.

"How big should we raise it?" Mingsi continued asking.

"Higher than me!"

. . . "Higher than you? Haha, it's easy. "Mingsi laughed. Ziming rolled his eyes at him. Ziming said unhappily, "Do you think it's easy. . . "

Mingsi later learned from Ziming that almost every spiritual courtyard's cultivation was about the same. The Origin Transformation Spirit Art was divided into seven volumes and used separately in the seven spirit courtyards. The classifications were the same, but the only difference was that the different types of spiritual energy were different.

Mingsi couldn't help but feel curious when he saw Ziming continuously transmitting tiny amounts of spirit energy to the small sapling. Other than the Wind Spirit Academy and Ziming's Wood Spirit Academy, he also wondered how the other spirit academies cultivated.

Ziming rejected Mingsi's invitation to go out and play and stared at the sapling. Helpless, Mingsi had no choice but to return to his room. "It's good that you don't want to go. I am really tired after this day. " Mingsi muttered as he sat on the bed. Now, he didn't even have the mood to play with the wooden tools. He looked at the scattered wooden tools on the ground. He was lost in thought.

Then, he simply crossed his legs and pinched his fingers, starting to circulate the incantation, and continued to accumulate spiritual energy. The night passed quietly without a word.

The next day, when Mingsi arrived at the Wind Spirit Courtyard while waving his hands, He was surprised to find that all the students present. . . They were also waving their hands, and some of their eyes were already bloodshot. Obviously, they were trying their best. They wanted to condense the wind. Mingsi sighed, "It's not that easy. Until now, not to mention the wind. The bigger the wind, the harder it is to condense it out!"

Mingsi casually found a seat and sat down cross-legged, starting his day of spiritual energy cultivation.

There was still only a trace of spiritual Qi in his body. It kept accumulating until his dantian was full. Mingsi estimated that it would take him at least seven days, and the prerequisite was that he kept cultivating.

Absorbing, circulating, dividing the spirit, a series of steps were completed in one go. Currently, Mingsi could easily complete the dividing of the spirit, but the amount of spiritual qi each time was very little, causing this accumulation process to be very long.

Seven days passed in the blink of an eye. During these seven days, the students spent half a day meditating and cultivating every day. They would also spend the rest of their time practicing controlling the spiritual energy. In these seven days, Mingsi, like many others, successfully broke through the spirit vein in his four limbs and stepped into the second layer of spirit dividing. The spiritual energy in his body immediately filled up. When he tried to form the wind again, He found that the effect was much better - his wind was a little stronger! Many people were the same, so these people were more diligent in their training. However, all of this. . . It was still very far from being able to blow people up with the wind.

Soon, another ten days passed.

One day, Mingsi came to the Wind Spirit Courtyard and was surprised to find that the atmosphere was a little strange. Most of the students present were waving their hands frantically. They waved their hands to a great extent. Some of them even seemed to have gone crazy. Blue veins bulged on their faces, their eyes were wide open, and their faces were flushed red. They let out low muffled groans as they waved their hands continuously.

"Why are they so crazy?" Mingsi was surprised. He didn't know that in the past half month, everyone had been cultivating repeatedly. Their mentality had been changing day after day, and it had accumulated to this moment. They had already become somewhat impatient and crazy. Mingsi quickly found a remote place to meditate. He was secretly glad in his heart. He did not have that much desire. To him. . . Being able to cultivate the Spiritual Qi was already extremely satisfying. Why must he fight for the reward of the Storm's Fury?

However, this was not the only thing that surprised him. Mingsi discovered that not only did the students' craziness not decrease, but it continued to rise. The strange thing was that the instructor did not come out to stop them, but allowed them to go crazy instead.

One evening, Mingsi dragged his tired body towards Nanqimu. He suddenly realized that there were three fellows forging metal on the side of the road! That's right, they were forging metal. Their naked upper bodies were exposed. One of them was blowing the wind, while the other two took turns hammering a piece of scarlet iron. From time to time, they would even let out angry sounds, "Bang! Bang, bang, bang!" Mingsi was so scared that he quickly took a detour.

Unexpectedly, just as he turned a corner, he found a guy waving his hands around a pile of red firewood. Sparks flew. When they came into contact with the person's spirit energy, the fire instantly grew bigger. With a loud bang, the person's hair and eyebrows were burnt off by more than half. However, this man was not angry. Instead, he was happy. He laughed at the sky and shouted at the top of his hoarse voice, "Hahahaha. I'm about to succeed. . . "

"Scary. This guy should be the Fire Awakening Spirit. How scary. Mingsi could only stay far away and look back from time to time.

Along the way, he had encountered too many similar situations. There were students with all kinds of spirit energy attributes, and they were all doing something unbelievable. However, they were extremely dedicated and enjoying it. When Mingsi approached the Nanqimu, he found a strange person squatting by the side of the road. He stared at a small sapling without moving. The sapling was half the height of a person. The person kept injecting spiritual qi into the sapling with both of his hands, turning into a faint green light that wrapped around the sapling.

"This person looks familiar. . . " Mingsi walked closer and patted the man's shoulder, but the man ignored him. He even shook his shoulder angrily. Obviously, he was not happy that someone disturbed him. Mingsi moved his head closer. At first glance, he saw a very familiar face in front of his eyes. This person's hair was a little messy. His eyes were bloodshot, and his face was white and gray. A small mole was hanging by the corner of his mouth without any signs of life.

"Ziming!" Mingsi was shocked. He shouted, "What's wrong with you, kid?"

Ziming turned around and said unhappily, "If I knew this would happen, I would have planted it in a remote place. You are the one who disturbed me today, the one hundred and ninety-seventh person!" After saying that, he put his hands down and simply sat down in the dirt.

Mingsi quickly asked, "What is wrong with you!?"

"Cultivate! I'm about to succeed. Not long from now, my spiritual energy will be able to accelerate its growth to the same height as mine! " At this point, a glimmer of light appeared in Ziming's dim eyes.

Mingsi felt a chill in his heart. He couldn't help but shiver. All the people he had seen during this period of time were like this. They were crazy, as if they had been possessed. Of course, there were some that were normal, but only a few.

Mingsi felt that he was more normal. Compared to those crazy guys outside, it was actually very normal for him to wave his hand in the room until dawn!

Mingsi forgot how he got back to his room and lay down. His tired body and his brain, which had been badly frightened, needed a good rest at this moment. After a while, he fell asleep in a daze. He kept muttering to himself, "I think I should keep practicing. . . . I also need to condense the Wind Scroll. . . . . . . ”

On this day, it had been a month since Mingsi entered the academy.

Deep in the night, a crescent moon hung high in the sky, its bright luster spread across the academy. The academy, which was bustling with people during the day, was now filled with the sound of insects chirping.

Two figures suddenly appeared in the sky above the forest, and then disappeared mysteriously. When they reappeared, they were already in a small room on the seventh floor of Nanqimu.

In the dark night, their appearances seemed somewhat blurry. One could only see that one of them was wearing a simple black Daoist robe, and the symbol of a rainbow colored pearl was imprinted on the chest of the robe. The other person was dressed in a chivalrous attire. He wore simple silk cloth clothes, and an extraordinary sword was hanging behind his back. His long hair was fluttering without any wind, and he gave off a chivalrous aura.

They looked at the wooden tools in the room, as well as the few small traps in the middle of the wooden tools. They could not help but laugh. The person with the sword on his back walked to the bedside. A blue spiritual energy appeared in his hand and slowly entered a water windmill beside the bed. Then, he bent over and picked up the bedding that had fallen to the ground. He gently covered the body of a young man on the bed. As for the person on the bed. . . It was Mingsi, who had been twisted into a ball.

The person with the sword on his back raised his head and looked at the young man. The moonlight shone through the window and landed on his face. It was a wide face. There were not many wrinkles on it, but it was slightly aged. If Mingsi woke up and saw this man, he would immediately recognize him as his father.

The man with the sword on his back remained silent.

"My cultivation progress isn't fast, but my foundation is solid. Yingyuan, your child's talent is not bad. Hehe, he's much better than you back then. " The man wearing the Daoist robe spoke in a low voice.

"Cultivation isn't about speed, it's about being stable. It would be nice if he could maintain this mentality. As for talent, talent might only be useful in the spirit realm. In the future, talent is nothing. " Yingyuan said slowly.

"That's right. The path of cultivation is long. It doesn't only require talent, it also doesn't have much effect. " The person in the Daoist robe nodded silently.

"Does the academy really plan to let him participate in that competition?" Yingyuan turned his head and stared at the man in the Daoist robe. He frowned slightly.

"Among Feng Qi Ling's students, only his Spiritual Sense is extremely high. He is one of the best candidates, so he must go. " The man in the Daoist robe didn't avoid Yingyuan's gaze. Instead, he spoke resolutely.

. . . "" Yingyuan fell silent again. No one knew what he was thinking about. After that, he sighed and said to the man in the Daoist robe. "Well, this might be a good thing for him. "

"Since that's the case, let's begin. " The daoist robed man flipped his hands, and a box appeared in his hands.

"Mm, let me do it. " Yingyuan nodded his head silently.

After that, the man in the Daoist robe threw the box to Yingyuan. After Yingyuan received the box, he didn't say anything else and just opened it. He took out a round and plump blue pill from within. There was no luster on it. However, there was a faint origin strength emitting from it. Yingyuan looked at the round and plump pill and could not help but sigh, "It really is the Wind Origin Pill. The academy is really generous!"

The man shrugged. "It can't be helped. The competition this time is of utmost importance to the academy. This bit of capital, the academy is still able to afford it. "

Yingyuan did not hesitate any longer and waved his left hand. Mingsi opened his mouth and swung his right hand. The blue pill quickly flew into Mingsi's mouth and melted on its own. It flowed through his meridians and circulated throughout his body. Suddenly, Mingsi's body emitted a dazzling blue light from the inside to the outside. Yingyuan quickly released his spirit energy and wrapped it around Mingsi's body. After the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn, Yingyuan withdrew his spirit energy. Mingsi, who was inside, also returned to normal.

Yingyuan still stared at Mingsi carefully, and then said with a firm tone, "Hei Yu, I have a request. "

"Just say it. "

Yingyuan stared at the man in the Daoist robe, "You should know that. "

When the man heard this, he pondered for a moment before coming to a sudden realization. He nodded with a light smile and said, "Don't worry. "

"Thank you!" Yingyuan heaved a sigh of relief. A gentle look gradually appeared in his eyes as he looked at Mingsi. After which, it turned into determination. There seemed to be too many secrets hidden in his eyes.

The wind gently blew against the window. The shadow of the pinwheel leaf swayed in the room. Mingsi slept soundly. He had no idea what had happened that night.