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"I will become a master!" The child seemed to regain his spirit, filled with confidence in his potential to become a great warrior.
"You must have the belief of a strong person. Having that belief is good, but you cannot aim too high; that will not benefit you."
"Thank you for your guidance, Old Xie. What are the intricacies of the Refining Qi Realm?" After expressing his gratitude to Old Lu, he continued to ask.
"Of course, there are intricacies. The more Qi you refine within your body, the stronger you become. However, there is a limit to this. In the martial world, there is talk of the Nine Tripods, which leads to the formation of ninety-nine levels. These ninety-nine levels are used to measure the strength of Refining Qi Realm Warriors."
"Isn't there also talk of ten cauldrons and ten tripods?"
"The way of heaven and earth has nine as its extreme number. There are various interpretations regarding this extreme number; some say it refers to returning to one after nine, while others claim that humans have deficiencies in their paths. Furthermore, as for the Nine Cauldrons and Nine Tripods, those who can refine to the level of eight or nine are rare indeed, let alone reaching the level of ninety-nine. You dare to aspire for perfection; you have quite an imagination."
"Oh, I understand now. Old Lu, do you have any Kung Fu related to the Nine Cauldrons and Nine Tripods..." After hearing Old Lu's words, Mo Wen could only retract his neck in disappointment and then asked.
"Here you go. This is Kung Fu from the Refining Qi Realm. If you have the ability to master this Nine Cauldrons and Nine Tripods, then all the drinks you owe me will be forgiven. From now on, I’ll even call you 'boss'." Old Lu pulled out a piece of Beast Skin from his pocket and tossed it to Mo Wen.
"Really!" Mo Wen was thrilled. If he could master the Nine Cauldrons and Nine Tripods, then he could clear his debt with Old Lu, which was no small amount. Moreover, obtaining the Drunken Immortal Brew from Peach Blossom Mountain would be quite difficult, especially since he needed a large quantity.
"Not only will your previous debts be forgiven, but I also won't count any drinks you owe me in the future." Old Lu didn't believe Mo Wen could actually master it; if he did succeed, it wouldn't be a loss for him either. After all, someone like that would have limitless potential if they grew.
"Then I must thank Old Lu first." Mo Wen took the Beast Skin and imitated how martial artists in stories would bow respectfully to the old man. He then began studying the Kung Fu on the Beast Skin titled Taiyi Nerve; it seemed that Old Lu had all sorts of nerve techniques. The entire Kung Fu text was only a few hundred words long, and Mo Wen quickly memorized it.
"Old Lu, what’s the origin of this Kung Fu?"
"This is Kung Fu related to the Nine Cauldrons and Nine Tripods; I won it from an old Taoist in a bet. He has many disciples under him, yet none have managed to master this Taiyi Nerve until now. This shows how profound this Kung Fu is. Take your time to ponder it; don’t force yourself. That old Taoist has at least eighty thousand disciples—if not ten thousand—and each one is a genius in their own right. If they can’t master it, it’s not shameful if you can’t either. At least you can still become an excellent cook." Old Lu secretly hoped he could succeed; he had already figured out this stubborn child's nature. Since he mentioned the existence of Nine Cauldrons and Nine Tripods, Mo Wen would undoubtedly want to try it out. If he didn’t allow him to attempt it, he would pester him endlessly.
In the following days, Mo Wen worked as a cook while pondering over Taiyi Nerve and asked Old Lu many questions until he gradually comprehended the entire Kung Fu.
On a large stone by the riverbank, Mo Wen sat cross-legged on top of it, preparing to begin his Refining Qi process here. The first step was to draw Qi into his body and circulate his Kung Fu. Gradually, he began to feel a wonderful sensation; he could sense the Lingqi drifting around him. However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t draw these Lingqi into his acupoints. After several attempts, frustration began to set in.
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