Only at the Mahayana Stage Does the Reversal System Appear - Chapter 632

Chapter 630: Tenth Level of Qi Training

“My master is considered the strongest warrior in this country, able to fight against cultivators at the ninth level of Qi Training without defeat.”

“But so what? My master still has to bow down to cultivators who can’t defeat him.”

“The slave mark means that we martial artists will be suppressed by cultivators for the rest of our lives.”

“I’ve heard that on other planets, some have reached advanced levels of martial arts, capable of fighting against Jindan or even Half-Step Yuanying stages, but they too are marked with the slave mark, no exceptions.”

Feng Qiang didn’t regret practicing martial arts. Although martial arts training came with its limitations, he was well-fed and well-clothed, and held a high status among ordinary people.

Compared to the common people, he was considered fortunate.

“Where is the Qingfeng Martial Arts School? We’d like to see how martial arts are practiced.”

Seeing that the porridge had been distributed, Feng Qiang nodded and returned with Jiang Li and the other two back to the school.

“Master, I’m back! I met a kind soul today.”

Feng Qiang found his master and noticed an old man sitting next to him, playing chess with him.

“Are you… Uncle Chu?”

“Xiao Feng, it’s been eight or nine years, hasn’t it? Come, try some of the snacks I brought from other countries.” Uncle Chu smiled and handed Feng Qiang a bag of snacks.

“Thank you, Uncle Chu.”

“Xiao Feng, are these the three kindhearted people you mentioned?”

“Indeed, they were generous and gave a lot of money, enough to keep the refugees outside the city alive until next year’s harvest.”

“In that case, thank you all in advance.” Feng Qiang’s master stood up and thanked Jiang Li and the others.

Feng Qiang said excitedly, “Not only that, but these three are also cultivators.”

“Oh? So you’re fellow cultivators?” Uncle Chu looked Jiang Li up and down, his heart trembling. He realized that he, at the ninth level of Qi training, couldn’t see through them at all.

This meant that they were at least at the ninth level of Qi training.

“Uncle Chu is Master’s younger brother. He possesses three exceptionally powerful spiritual roots. He was brought up to the Hualong Sect as a child and became a disciple.”

Uncle Chu was in his thirties, twenty years younger than Feng Qiang’s master, yet he looked older, his hair and beard all white, and his eyes were evasive, afraid to meet anyone’s gaze.

Feng Qiang’s master, on the other hand, was in his fifties, with shiny black hair without a single gray. He sat upright, imposing without even anger.

“What are the cultivation levels of the three of you?”

Bai Hongtu said, “The Tribulation Crossing Stage.”

This startled Uncle Chu, and he quickly silenced Bai Hongtu.

“Don’t talk nonsense. Are you the Lord of the Wasteland? It is a taboo to lie about your cultivation level when you go out. If you are discovered by the Hualong Sect, they will think that you are tarnishing the title of the Lord of the Wasteland, and you will be killed.”

Seeing that Uncle Chu was nervous, Feng Qiang quickly changed the subject: “Uncle Chu, how long will you stay this time?”

Uncle Chu smiled bitterly: “I don’t plan to leave this time.”

“Why? Are you not in the Hualong Sect anymore?”

Feng Qiang didn’t understand. Why did he have to stay here instead of staying in the Hualong Sect.

Uncle Chu closed his eyes, thinking of his past in the Hualong Sect, and sighed: “The Hualong Sect is not a place for people like me. I can’t beat them.”

“Although I have three kinds of spiritual roots and my talent is decent, look at me. I have been in the sect for more than 30 years, but I am still at the ninth level of Qi training. The reason is that I am too stupid.”

“When I first joined the sect, I thought I was a child of destiny and I would definitely be able to make a name for myself in the Hualong Sect. The elders and senior brothers in the sect were also pretty good to me.”

“But I didn’t expect that my senior brother was very nice to me on the surface, but secretly worried that I would catch up with him in practice and occupy his position.”

“For this reason, he laid all kinds of traps for me to jump into.

” “If he succeeded, I would never be able to build a foundation in my lifetime.”

Uncle Chu said this calmly, and his real mood was unknown.

“Seeing that I had become a cripple, other senior brothers started to set their sights on me. They needed the lifespans of cultivators as a trigger to refine spiritual treasures, so they drained my lifespan one after another.”

“Overnight, I aged dozens of years.”

“I knelt down and cried to the elders of the sect, begging them to punish my senior brothers, but they told me that in the world of immortal cultivation, the winner is the king, and I was just a waste who failed on the way, and there was no need for them to help.”

“At the same time, I also lost the chance to obtain the Foundation Establishment Pill.”

“Without the Foundation Establishment Pill, it is impossible to build a foundation.”

Jiang Li frowned: “What do you mean? Building a foundation requires a Foundation Establishment Pill?”

Uncle Chu looked at Jiang Li in surprise, not knowing why he asked such a question: “Don’t you have a Foundation Establishment Pill, and you are at the ninth level of Qi training like me?”

“It’s common sense that building a foundation requires a Foundation Establishment Pill.”

“The Foundation Establishment Pill is controlled by the sect, and the recipe is top secret. Because of this, there are so few wild cultivators. If a cultivator wants to achieve something, he must join a large sect and work hard to obtain the Foundation Establishment Pill.”

“Is it like this in the Hualong Sect, or is it like this throughout the Eight Desolations?”

“Of course, this is the case throughout the Eight Wastelands.”

Jiang Li understood. The Eight Wastelands held a monopoly on the foundation-building method, and all cultivators were bound by the command of the major sects.

Uncle Chu continued, “I came back this time hoping to ask Big Brother for help in finding some herbs to help me reach the tenth level of Qi training.”

“Since there’s no hope of building a foundation, why force it? It’s better to be a hermit at the tenth level of Qi training in the mortal world.”

“What’s this tenth level of Qi training?” Bai Hongtu asked.

Uncle Chu looked at the three people’s high spirits and smiled bitterly. “You three are so high-spirited, of course you won’t encounter the same troubles I do.”

“The tenth level of Qi training is not as good as the best, but better than the worst. Once you reach the tenth level of Qi training, your cultivation stagnates, and there’s no hope of building a foundation.”

“This tenth-level Qi training method has a history of over ten thousand years. It’s said that it was created by frustrated Qi cultivators like me in desperate situations. They named it “fake foundation building,” not only to mock themselves, but also to amuse themselves.”

“Since this method was invented, I wonder how many ninth-level Qi training cultivators have chosen this path of no return.”

Jiang Li could tell that the reason Uncle Chu couldn’t establish his foundation was because he’d been poisoned by an extremely difficult to cure, requiring a delicate blend of various spiritual herbs.

“Although I expected this, seeing the true state of the Eight Desolations is truly unpleasant.”

Jiang Li shook his head and pulled a detoxification pill from his storage ring.

Produced by the Spiritual Medicine Sect, it was inexpensive, even a ninth-level Qi Training Master could afford it.

If Uncle Chu were in Jiuzhou, he could have been cured the same day he was poisoned.

“This is…” Uncle Chu hesitated, taking the pill; it looked like something he couldn’t afford.

“Detoxification pill, it can cure your poison.”

Uncle Chu looked at Jiang Li doubtfully. His years in the Hualong Sect had made him less trusting of others.

Seeing this, Feng Qiang’s master couldn’t help but say, “Brother, their cultivation is clearly superior to yours. What could you possibly use them for?”

Uncle Chu, still unconvinced, blurted out, “Of course there are. My lifespan can be used to refine weapons, my corpse can be transformed into a zombie, and my soul can enter the Soul-Guiding Banner.”

These claims weren’t groundless; they were based on what he’d seen and heard in the Hualong Sect.

Ultimately, Uncle Chu chose to trust Jiang Li, and with trembling hands, he took the elixir.

Uncle Chu’s eyes widened, clearly sensing the changes within him: “This, this…”

The elixir gave him a refreshing feeling, its power dissolving. The toxins that had plagued him for years vanished as if they had found their natural enemy.

“I can build my foundation again!”

Uncle Chu cried out, like a madman. He knelt before Jiang Li again, weeping in vain, vowing to thank Jiang Li for his kindness.

He had searched for an antidote for over a decade, to no avail. Dejected and dejected, he returned home, dejected and self-destructive.

He never imagined that in his despair, he would meet a master and receive such great fortune.

(End of Chapter)