For example, auxiliary abilities such as fasting, preserving youth, and sword control are unlikely to allow a Qi Refining stage cultivator to easily defeat a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator. Even if such a cultivator did exist, it would only be possible for a chosen one or someone wielding a powerful magical artifact.
Now, after hearing Yan Chixia's words, he finally understood. It turned out that Yan Chixia was already capable of abstaining from food; he was just greedy.
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Chapter 3 The Thousand-Year-Old Tree Demon (10k)
Lanruo Temple.
After a fairly hearty roasted rabbit breakfast, Xiao Ning wiped his mouth and looked at Yan Chixia with eager eyes, saying, "Brother Yan, I would like to ask you for some pointers, if that's alright?"
"OK!"
Yan Chixia readily agreed.
With nothing else to do, he could take a look at the lineage and identity of the person who taught him cultivation.
"Alright, let's go outside the hall!"
Hearing his agreement, Xiao Ning showed a look of joy.
He wanted to spar with Yan Chixia to see what was so special about the cultivation methods in this world.
The two left the main hall and came to the square outside, where they stood facing each other.
"Xiao boy, make your move!"
Yan Chixia did not make a move, nor did he use the sword on his back.
"Alright, Brother Yan, watch out, take this!"
Xiao Ning shouted, clenched his fists, and without saying a word, threw a punch.
This punch, like a blazing sun, stunned the mind.
It actually contained a trace of the fist intent of a grandmaster, and wherever it passed, whether it was wood or stone, it was covered with a layer of golden light.
This punch was Xiao Ning's all-out effort, using all his strength and mental energy to barely unleash the intent of the punch.
"Good lad, you actually grasped the essence of fist techniques overnight, amazing!"
Yan Chixia was taken aback, but then overjoyed.
This was the first time in his life that he had ever witnessed someone comprehend the essence of boxing overnight. He wouldn't say that no one had ever been like this before or since, but at least he had never heard of anyone with such talent.
"Heaven and earth are boundless, and the universe borrows their power!"
Seeing the fist getting closer and closer, Yan Chixia dared not be careless. He used his Taoist magic to fight back. He quickly bit his fingertip and drew a strange symbol on his palms. Then, he blasted it towards the fist that was right in front of him.
"boom!"
The symbol in Yan Chixia's hand emitted a golden hue, filled with Taoist mystic energy. The earth-shattering fist intent dissipated as soon as it approached the mysterious Taoist symbol, as if it had never appeared at all.
After all, the levels are too different, there is no basis for comparison.
"What an excellent Taoist talisman!"
Xiao Ning exclaimed in admiration. Without pausing, he continued, "Brother Yan's talismans are unparalleled in their mystery. Now, take another move from me!"
"The dragon that soars too high will regret it!"
Xiao Ning unleashed a palm strike, filling the sky with golden light. A powerful dragon emerged from the void, its roar echoing through heaven and earth. With its scales and claws outstretched, the dragon swung its tail and lashed out at Yan Chixia.
This palm strike was the strongest attack Xiao Ning could currently unleash, almost comparable to the power of a peak-stage acquired cultivator.
"This palm strike was exquisite, powerful but lacked strength!"
Yan Chixia laughed heartily, leaped into the air, flipped and landed on the ground. He took out a yellow talisman and smeared it on the broadsword. Red magic light appeared on the sword, and he twirled it in a sword flower before slashing at Xiao Ning's Divine Dragon Palm.
The next moment, a series of crackling sounds rang out, and the Qi Dragon broke apart inch by inch, turning into nothingness and disappearing without a trace.
"Brother Yan is indeed brilliant, I concede defeat!"
Seeing the palm strike disappear as expected, Xiao Ning smiled wryly and decisively raised his hands in surrender, as there was no point in continuing the fight.
Currently, my cultivation level is still weak, and I cannot use many techniques. However, once I recover my Innate Realm cultivation, I will be able to use the many supernatural abilities that my original body has learned.
Such as the Nine-Character Mantra, the Five Elements Escape Technique, the instant flowers bloom, and the ability to turn beans into soldiers, etc., are all Taoist supernatural powers.
"Haha, you've only been cultivating for one night, yet you've already achieved such a remarkable level of cultivation!"
Yan Chixia sheathed the Xuanyuan Sword and praised it with a loud laugh.
"Compared to Brother Yan, he is far inferior; he has almost no power to fight back!"
Xiao Ning shook his head, showing no pride despite his meager achievements.
As the two walked back, Xiao Ning asked curiously, "Brother Yan, your Taoist magic is extremely pure and profound. It's obvious at a glance that you belong to the orthodox Xuanmen sect. May I ask which sect or school you come from?"
Yan Chixia didn't hide anything and readily said, "More than ten years ago, when I was investigating a case, I accidentally entered a cave and found a Taoist scripture, a sword, and a sword case inside!"
"The sword is naturally the Xuanyuan Sword in my possession, and the Daoist scripture is called the Taiqing Qi Refining Technique. The sword box may be because my strength is not yet sufficient, and I have not been able to open it until now!"
Xiao Ning understood. So he was originally a rogue cultivator who was just lucky enough to inherit the legacy of his predecessors. No wonder the original work did not specify his sect.
Xiao Ning knew exactly what Yan Chixia meant by the sword box.
When I watched the first part of A Chinese Ghost Story, Yan Chixia only had the Xuanyuan Sword.