Cosmic-Level Demon God

I'm still here!

"Mr. Qin's aura, compared to last time, feels much deeper and more solid. Sensing it is like facing a towering mountain, full of oppressive force. But if you look closer and dig deeper, there's a fierce and destructive power lurking beneath."

Xia Hong said seriously:

"Moreover, your physique now has a more perfect harmony, as if every part of your body is impeccably coordinated."

Qin Shi felt slightly surprised and couldn't help but admire Xia Hong's keen observation; even Old Liang might not see such details.

"This is the innate talent of the Gu Clan. We have a natural affinity with all things in nature."

Xia Hong proudly lifted her chin, as if saying, "Praise me, quickly."

"Impressive."

Qin Shi responded succinctly.

"Speaking of which, I must thank Mr. Qin for allowing me to obtain an advanced inheritance."

After finishing her order, Xia Ying joined the conversation.

Then the two exchanged their understanding and key points of the Demon Mountain Breathing Technique.

Qin Shi didn't hold back, detailing the rhythm, patterns, and guiding routes of the breathing technique, which made Xia Ying's eyes shine with yearning to take notes immediately.

"Mr. Qin, your understanding is so profound! There are many aspects I never even thought about!"

Xia Ying said excitedly. It's not unusual for geniuses to cultivate faster than ordinary people.

But insight and comprehension at the martial arts level cannot be easily accumulated.

"Just my humble opinion. The advantage of the Demon Mountain Breathing Technique lies in enhancing the density of bones and muscles. In ancient times, this might have been called 'Body Refining Technique.' But you shouldn't follow the original method blindly, as it could lead to abnormal blood and flesh activity, effectively turning yourself into a vessel for a Great Demon."

Qin Shi reminded once again.

He also noticed that Xia Ying, being a member of the Gu Clan, had outstanding sensory abilities and could be immune to some spiritual influences.

If it were Zhou Ning, he definitely wouldn't recommend practicing the Demon Mountain Breathing Technique.

"Little Brother Qin."

The few people were having a lively conversation when Senior Sister Yu pushed a dining cart over. Seeing the plate of braised oysters, she frowned slightly and said:

"Why would you eat something with such low nutritional value? It's not good for your development. Here, I specially prepared a lunchbox with love for you."

Qin Shi sighed, looking longingly at the untouched braised oysters, reluctantly giving them to Xia Ying across from him.

He then began to devour Senior Sister Yu's lovingly cooked, nearly deadly lunchbox.

"Hiss!"

Xia Hong and Xia Ying both took a deep breath.

Although they had no idea what that thick, sesame paste-like substance tasted like, their keen Gu Clan senses screamed "horror."

"No wonder Nanhuang Daoist School is the backbone of the Old Martial Sect! Do they train disciples with such inhumane methods?"

Xia Hong admired internally. The aluminum box containing the mysterious substance felt like a lethal dose of poison, giving the impression that consuming it would result in immediate death.

"Mr. Qin truly lives up to being the final true inheritor and future successor of Nanhuang Daoist School. He even enjoys this kind of nutritional meal!"

Xia Ying was also moved; if it were him, he'd rather cultivate slower than be able to swallow it.

After gobbling down the customized love lunchbox, Qin Shi silently operated the Cultivation Furnace, rapidly detoxifying himself to prevent his orifices from spewing smoke.

"Little Brother Qin, rest assured, as long as I'm here, you'll never go hungry."

Yu Weiwei's eyes sparkled with little stars. If Qin Shi had a favorability system, he would have seen "+1" symbols constantly popping up above her head.

"Are you two friends of Little Qin? Have you eaten yet? Would you like me to prepare..."

Xia Hong and Xia Ying quickly shook their heads, indicating they couldn't handle it.

This senior sister of Nanhuang Daoist School was clearly a Poison Path expert. They dared not touch the food she made.

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...

The next day, the special train made a brief stop for several minutes at a small town along the way, seemingly for resupply.

Qin Shi had just finished his cultivation exercises. With his Life Force nearing the hundred-point mark, he no longer needed low-efficiency training like standing posts and punching practices.

As the Four Great Limits opened, breathing exercises moved his muscles, tempered his bones, stretched his body, meditation techniques harmonized his spirit, nurtured his mind, and kept him lively.

The only thing he needed to focus on was the five Secret Collections from the Cosmic Furnace Secret Manual. The Secret Collection of the Lungs, the Supreme Emperor Artifact, required alternating breathing and devouring Qi to enhance Progress.

Fortunately, Nanhuang Daoist School had ample resources. They had collected a lot of different kinds of Qi, which Qin Shi used to develop the Secret Collections and accelerate his cultivation.

He retrieved a jade snuff bottle, unplugged the stopper, and sniffed twice:

"This time it smells of tobacco, quite strong and irritating."

Inside it contained four types of exotic Qi, said to be collected from "Moonlight," "Molten Flame," "Dense Miasma," and "Wood Essence."

Qin Shi inhaled the Molten Flame Qi this time, feeling as if it were smoke, directly entering his lungs.

Just as he was about to run his cultivation technique to refine it, a wall-mounted phone in the compartment suddenly rang.

"Mr. Qin, someone from the first-class carriage has submitted a meeting request for you. Do you have time?"

"A meeting request?"

Qin Shi was surprised; he didn't expect people needed appointments to see him now?

It seemed that after winning first place in the Top 100 competition, his status and treatment had indeed changed.

"May I know who made the request?"

Qin Shi asked.

"A representative from Yuan Energy Company, her surname is An."

The voice from the phone answered.

Qin Shi raised his eyebrows, thought for a moment, and said:

"Give me five minutes."

He put on his crisp student uniform and made his way through the aisle to the first-class carriage.

Sure enough, it was An Jingchu.

This Miss An, who had once been the talent apartment manager, still had her professional look with shoulder-length short hair, wearing a black suit that was both conservative and figure-flattering.