Leaving the mountain peak.
Zhang Feng quickly calmed his mind, discarding useless thoughts, preparing for ’Spirit Cultivation’.
He walked forward for another ten or so miles.
In the evening, he found a small river by a village.
Under the curious gazes of two nearby fishermen.
Zhang Feng ignored them and jumped into the river with a splash, fully clothed.
At the same time, his whole body resonated.
Zhang Feng was clearing the impurities and dust from his body and clothes.
This time, he had the specific goal of ’Heart Cultivation’.
Zhang Feng was fairly traditional, having read too many Taoist, Buddhist, and ancient texts.
So, before doing any important or major task, he liked to ’bathe and burn incense’.
Whether it was in the earliest Xiangjiang World, participating in the Dragon Head Meeting, killing with throwing knives.
Or recently in the Revenge World, preparing to kill Yu God and Master Ling.
Zhang Feng always liked to take a bath, invigorate himself, then have a good sleep, and if conditions allowed, change into new clothes.
As long as he finished these things, Zhang Feng didn’t know why, but he always felt ’refreshed’ mentally.
Perhaps it was psychological suggestion.
But this suggestion was quite nice, giving an indescribable sense of ’renewal’.
Zhang Feng pondered, slowly sinking into the river, and his lungs gathered the ’turbid Qi’ from his ’limbs and bones’ and exhaled it out spaciously.
This turbid Qi included the body’s ’old Inner Strength, old Powerful Qi, and old Blood Qi’.
Releasing all the Qi was to welcome ’renewal’.
But to the two fishermen, Zhang Feng seemed like he jumped into the river and then just sank straight down.
"Did that person just jump into the river like that?"
The two fishermen were confused, unable to react at all.
But soon after, they hastily threw away their rods, intending to jump in and save him.
In such a life-and-death situation, they instinctively ignored that the bubbles in the water had been exhaled for more than a minute.
A normal person couldn’t exhale for that long underwater.
But before they could jump in.
Zhang Feng finished his bath and floated back to the surface just as they were relieved.
"Quick, swim back..."
After they were relieved, they wanted to call Zhang Feng back.
But in the next second, they were surprised to see Zhang Feng stand up from the water, and the water on his body and clothes spread out like a mist, drifting around.
Especially amidst this mist.
They could see that this ’person’ was ’walking on the water’ toward them.
"He... he is the River God..."
"Immortal... Immortal..."
The two were stunned, and in the next second, wanted to bow down to the immortal.
Zhang Feng, with just physical strength, flashed to appear in front of them, holding them up,
"You two, I’ll buy your fish."
Zhang Feng took out three nearly soaked ten-yuan bills from his pocket, overclocking his palm to expel the moisture, and within two or three seconds, the money was dry.
Back in those days, ten yuan was a large denomination, enough to buy their six fish plus a basket.
The extra money was considered as for their ’attempt to save him’.
Besides, he was now ’empty’ and needed a big supplement.
The ’new Qi’ that would henceforth be generated was what Zhang Feng considered a complete renewal.
’All the water left the money... this is truly an immortal technique...’
’It’s the River God saving fish...’
The two saw the ’immortal buying fish’, and were completely stunned, feeling everything they saw today was too bizarre.
Zhang Feng handed over the money, took their fish basket, and left.
On the road, he hunted a few plump rabbits and one deer.
With his exquisite skill in roasting, before it got dark, a set of barbecue was ready.
He then spent most of the day finishing the meal, eating until his belly was round.
Zhang Feng then relaxed his mind, and gradually, the three types of Qi within him began to flourish.
Zhang Feng naturally woke up, then, without overthinking, set off again on his journey across nine provinces.
Perhaps because of the renewal experience.
Zhang Feng felt mentally refreshed, and was visualizing ’Spiritual Power’.
This spiritual power was flourishing from his mind.
That is, the ’Upper Dantian, Mud Ball Palace’ in Taoism, between the brows.
In essence, the Upper Yuan Palace, inside the Mud Ball Palace, its spirit as an infant, named Yuan Xian, another name Di Qing.
Zhang Feng had read Taoist texts thoroughly, deeply understanding their meanings.
Additionally, in the main storyline, there was ’journeying across nine provinces’, akin to heart cultivation.
The entry [Wu Yan] and ’Moving for it, one’s life is prolonged’ were from [Guanzi, Bai Xin], essays of the saint’s teacher Guan Zhong.
Thus, combined, it clearly indicated a ’heart’, also a ’spirit’.
This spirit is the mentality, a person’s Primordial Spirit, and mental spirit.
Moreover, Zhang Feng read several times about Lingshan Immortal’s practices, which also mentioned ’splitting into multiple spiritual thoughts’.
So it was: with a vast Primordial Spirit, mental spirit long, one’s life is lengthy.
This practice was cultivating the path to longevity.
It was just that Lingshan Immortal was even more formidable, cultivating into a split mentality.
This was a negative example.
Zhang Feng took caution from it.
Furthermore, Zhang Feng suddenly had a realization.
’Like the initial guest seat internal organ resonance, or this time’s Lingshan Immortal’s spirit cultivation.
It seems like what I’ve seen are negative examples, highlighting the flaws of cultivation without heart refinement.’ ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ NoveI~Fire.net
Zhang Feng pondered, feeling the words were quite apt.
Then Zhang Feng carefully recalled the ’negative guest seat’.
Even though in the Criminal World, he was negative, yet the guest seat was still righteous, killing only evil ones.
But now this Lingshan Immortal made it hard to say what path it was.
However, in the Tank Commander World, if the ’Inner Strength guest seat’ was here, it would probably indiscriminately want to kill him directly.