As soon as he stepped into the Cave Mansion, Wang Chen subconsciously took a deep breath.
He felt a tipsy sense of intoxication.
This high-tier Qi Cultivation Cave Mansion, fit for the solitary practice of a single person, was located on North Mountain in Ten Thousand Cultivators City. The rent for one day of twelve two-hour periods cost a formidable one hundred and twenty Spirit Stones, equivalent to ten Spirit Stones for every two-hour period!
At such a price, even Wang Chen, who had earned quite a few Spirit Stones from selling Talismans, felt the pinch.
But there was no other way.
The great formation of Ten Thousand Cultivators City not only suppressed a cultivator's mana but also sealed off nature's spiritual energy. The cultivation environment wasn't as harsh as the mortal realm, but it was still somewhat inferior to the Outer Domain.
Only the thousands of Cave Mansions of various sizes on North Mountain were exempt from the formation's restrictions.
Wang Chen had been settled in Ten Thousand Cultivators City for some time now, and today was the first time he rented a Cave Mansion on North Mountain, only to experience the state of "spiritual intoxication."
The rent was indeed expensive, but the concentration of spiritual power here far surpassed that of Cave Mansions of the same level in Cloud Mountain City.
It was very suitable for Wang Chen, who had achieved Qi Cultivation Perfection.
Valuing time, he immediately closed the door, sat down on a meditation mat,
and began to practice the Five Elements Skill.
The spiritual power that filled the surrounding space was silently absorbed into his body, and under the guidance of the Cultivation Technique, it gathered in the Dantian and was refined into pure mana.
The condensed mana then flowed upwards through the Eight Extra Meridians, soaking the internal organs, and reaching every limb and bone.
After completing a Great Circulation, it returned to the Dantian.
The Five Elements Skill that Wang Chen mainly cultivated was already at the maximum level, no matter how many times he practiced, he wouldn't gain any further experience.
He was now preparing for the Breakthrough Mansion by solidifying his foundation to the sturdiest state.
In just four or five years after arriving in this world, Wang Chen had advanced from the third tier of Qi Cultivation to Qi Cultivation Perfection. Although his upgrade speed greatly surpassed that of ordinary cultivators, his accumulation of practice showed inadequacies.
if one views the Breakthrough Mansion as a college entrance exam, then Wang Chen was currently cramming for it.
He didn't know how much time had passed when he felt a slight looseness in the bones at the top of his head, and the corresponding Apex Acupoint rhythmically pulsed as if something wanted to burst out of his head.
Wang Chen knew that this was a natural sign of reaching the necessary level of cultivation for the Breakthrough Mansion.
But he suppressed the fluctuations in his heart and continued breathing exercises.
Reaching the required level did not necessarily mean a successful breakthrough.
Throughout the ages, the trial of Breakthrough Mansion had stopped countless Qi Cultivators in their tracks, including many with exceptional talent.
A single failure in the breakthrough, even with the protection of an Aperture Opening Pill, would unavoidably damage the Taoist Foundation.
Then it would take years, or even longer, to recover before preparing for a second attempt.
Under normal circumstances, the chances of failing increased with each try.
After three consecutive failures, the hopes of reaching the Purple Mansion were basically dashed.
Wang Chen was very clear that although his Root Bone had been significantly upgraded after numerous enhancements, it still fell short when compared to true geniuses.
So his goal was very clear.
He would use several months to solidify his foundation and acquire two Aperture Opening Pills before attempting the breakthrough.
If he still couldn't ascend by his own power under such conditions,
then he would use the Immortal Cultivation panel to forcibly level up the great realm.
Wang Chen gave himself only one chance.
For this precious opportunity, he was ready to bet it all!
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Wang Chen cultivated in the North Mountain Cave Mansion for three days.
For this period of seclusion, he had spent a total of three hundred and sixty Low Spirit.
Fortunately, the effects of cultivation were quite favorable, and compared to the needs of breaking through and establishing his mansion, it was just barely worth it.
Wang Chen felt this might be a method used by the higher-ups of Ten Thousand Cultivators City to shear the "sheep".
Even if that Golden Core True Person from years ago built Ten Thousand Cultivators City with the intention of benefiting Loose Cultivators.
After hundreds of years, aside from lacking a formal title, this vast Immortal City, with its clear hierarchy and strict rules, is actually correct to view as a Major Sect.
Upon returning home, Wang Chen took out the essence of the flesh and blood of the Golden Silk Silver Ring Snake and the Red-Eyed Tiger from his Storage Bag, along with other medicinal ingredients, and began to stew the Dragon Tiger Strong Soul Soup.
Wang Chen currently practiced as a Dharma Cultivator, Sword Cultivator, and Body Cultivator. Since his Heavenly Dragon Vajra Method had already broken through the fourth tier, his strength in Body Cultivation was actually the strongest, strictly speaking.
This was also the only card Wang Chen had up his sleeve that allowed him to contend with a Purple Mansion Superior.
Therefore, he persisted in this aspect of cultivation.
The strong always stay strong, and in the path of cultivation, if one does not advance, one retreats; even if it meant paying a high price, Wang Chen would not give up.
An unusual aroma began to permeate the kitchen and wafted into the small courtyard outside.
The Dragon Tiger Strong Soul Soup, in fact, belonged to the medicated diet category and, aside from its effects on strengthening the body and soul, tasted quite exquisite.
It greatly nourished the Qi-Blood.
A large head poked out from the kitchen doorway, looking greedily hungry.
It was Wang Chen's bargain apprentice—Ye Feifan!
The next moment, a slender hand grabbed his ear: "What are you blindly looking at, hurry up and practice your cultivation technique!"
Ye Feifan said with a pained expression, "Sister, I'm so hungry."
After learning the Pure Yang Technique taught by Wang Chen, his physical condition had improved considerably, and his appetite had increased as well.
He had an innate craving for foods rich in Qi-Blood.
Just smelling the Dragon Tiger Strong Soul Soup was enough to stop Ye Feifan in his tracks.
His sister, Ye Feifei, was infuriated by her little brother's dispirited appearance and scolded, "If you keep this up, I'm going to tell mother!"
At that moment, Wang Chen, seated in front of the stove, said in a clear voice, "Come in, both of you."
Ye Feifei and Ye Feifan looked at each other, then the brother and sister obediently came before Wang Chen.
Ye Feifei was a pretty young girl; her cheeks flushed red as she bowed to Wang Chen, "Big Brother Wang, my little brother was rude. I will teach him well."
Lady Ye was usually busy working at a workshop in the city, and fourteen-year-old Ye Feifei had taken on the responsibility of teaching her brother at home. Her brother's ability to read and write owed much to his sister's efforts.
"Where was the rudeness?"
Wang Chen chuckled bemusedly and pointed to the simmering pot, saying, "This pot of Dragon Tiger Strong Soul Soup has a portion for Ye Feifan as well."
He stood up, lifted the lid of the pot, took out two porcelain bowls, and ladled half a spoonful of the soup into the bowls.
He then added more than half a bowl of boiling water to each.
With a wave of Wang Chen's hand, the two bowls of diluted Dragon Tiger Strong Soul Soup were guided by an invisible force, floating in front of the siblings.
Wang Chen said, "There's a bowl for each of you. Drink it while it's warm."
It wasn't that he was stingy, even diluting a bowl of soup with three-quarters of boiling water.
Rather, the medicinal power of the Dragon Tiger Strong Soul Soup was so strong that the siblings couldn't endure it without dilution.
Unlike Ye Feifan, Ye Feifei possessed talent for cultivation.
She was at the second tier of Qi Cultivation.
Looking at each other, Ye Feifei pursed her lips and said, "Thank you, Big Brother Wang!"
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