Chapter 9

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At the foot of the third peak, Bai Xiaochun's cries of distress, filled with ups and downs, echoed continuously, drawing the astonished gazes of countless servants. One could clearly see Bai Xiaochun, with his slightly round body, running down the path of the servant quarters, carrying a large black pot on his back and wearing seven or eight leather coats.

Even from a distance, one might not be able to see Bai Xiaochun's body clearly, but they would certainly see the large black pot scurrying like a beetle on the ground.

Especially the seven or eight kitchen knives hanging on Bai Xiaochun's body, which clanged against each other as he ran, producing a series of clinking sounds.

"Murder! Help! I don't want to die!" Bai Xiaochun shouted while running, his pace getting faster and faster. Behind him, Xu Baocai's face was ashen, his eyes filled with intense ferocity, and his heart was filled with anxiety and anger.

"Don't shout! Damn it, be quiet! Why are you shouting? Shut up!" Xu Baocai roared, his teeth gritted, and he formed a hand seal. Immediately, the wooden sword beside him flashed with light, its speed increasing as it flew straight toward Bai Xiaochun.

With a bang, the wooden sword struck the black pot on Bai Xiaochun's back, producing a buzzing sound, but Bai Xiaochun was unharmed and continued to run.

Xu Baocai clenched his teeth, seeing that the large pot on Bai Xiaochun's back was blocking most of his body, leaving no place to attack. He pursued again, unwilling to give up.

The two ran through the servant quarters, one in front and one behind.

"This guy is carrying a pot and still running so fast," Xu Baocai panted, watching Bai Xiaochun almost disappear from sight, feeling increasingly frustrated. With his cultivation at the second level of Qi Condensation, he was using all his strength, but the other side was like a rabbit with its tail stepped on, and he couldn't catch up no matter what.

What was even more infuriating was that despite his exhaustion, he hadn't managed to do anything to the other side. Bai Xiaochun's cries of distress, which sounded like a pig being slaughtered, hadn't diminished at all.

In the blink of an eye, Bai Xiaochun saw the path leading to the kitchen, his eyes filled with excitement, and he almost shed tears of joy.

"Senior Brother, save me! Murder!" Bai Xiaochun shouted and ran back to the kitchen in a flash. Zhang Dapang and the others, hearing the tragic scream, were stunned and immediately came out.

"Senior Brother, save me! Xu Baocai is trying to kill me. My life is in danger." Bai Xiaochun quickly hid behind Zhang Dapang.

"Xu Baocai!" Zhang Dapang's eyes flashed with ferocity as he looked around but saw no one. Just as he was speaking, he saw Xu Baocai's figure, panting heavily, running over.

At this moment, Bai Xiaochun also noticed Xu Baocai's figure, feeling very surprised.

"Huh, why is he running so slowly?"

Zhang Dapang looked down at Bai Xiaochun, then at the heavily panting Xu Baocai who had just arrived, and his face twitched.

Xu Baocai, having barely chased here, heard Bai Xiaochun's surprised words from afar as soon as he got close. This sound made him feel a surge of anger in his chest, and he felt like he was about to explode. He roared and swung his right hand, sending the wooden sword beside him whistling into a nearby tree.

With a bang, the tree shook, and a hole appeared through it.

"Bai Xiaochun, I will never forgive you!" Xu Baocai's eyes were bloodshot, staring at Bai Xiaochun with intense hatred. He then looked at Zhang Dapang's massive body and turned to leave, filled with resentment.

Bai Xiaochun's heart was pounding. He looked at the tree with the hole in it and then at the hysterical Xu Baocai, swallowing hard, feeling a growing sense of unease.

Zhang Dapang watched Xu Baocai's retreating figure, a cold glint in his eyes, and turned to pat Bai Xiaochun's shoulder.

"Ninth Junior Brother, don't be afraid. Although Xu Baocai has some background, if he dares to come again, we will break one of his legs." As he said this, Zhang Dapang's tone changed.

"However, Ninth Junior Brother, if you can avoid going out, don't go out. You've lost weight. Senior Brother will help you recover. Elder Zhou's birthday is coming up in a few days."

Bai Xiaochun nodded absentmindedly, his eyes fixed on the hole in the tree made by Xu Baocai.

Until he followed his senior brothers back to the kitchen and sat in his room, Bai Xiaochun felt increasingly uneasy. The wooden sword could pierce a tree; if it hit him, he would be dead.

"I can't stay in the kitchen forever. What if he blocks me outside?" The intense resentment in Xu Baocai's eyes as he left kept haunting Bai Xiaochun.

"I came here for immortality; I can't die." The lack of security made Bai Xiaochun's eyes bloodshot. After a long while, he gritted his teeth.

"Damn it, I'll do it. I scare myself when I get serious." Bai Xiaochun's eyes were bloodshot. His fear of death was less about being afraid to die and more about a severe lack of security. This experience had a significant impact on him, igniting his determination.

"I will cultivate. I will become strong." Bai Xiaochun panted heavily, made up his mind, and immediately took out the bamboo book of the Purple Qi Driving Cauldron Technique, staring at the second diagram and cultivating with red eyes.

Although he feared death, he had a fierce determination. Otherwise, he wouldn't have persisted in lighting incense thirteen times over three years, always worried about being struck by lightning.

Now, with this determination, he followed the movements of the second diagram, holding on tightly. What he could usually only maintain for about ten breaths, he now managed to hold for fifteen.

Despite the pain in his body and the sweat dripping from his forehead, Bai Xiaochun's determination never wavered. When he reached twenty breaths, thirty breaths, the small stream of qi in his body increased by ten percent. He felt dizzy but continued to breathe heavily, only taking a brief break before resuming his cultivation.

For the next fifteen days, Bai Xiaochun never left his room except for eating, drinking, and using the toilet. This tedious task, which is difficult for beginners to persist in, he did without any thought of giving up.

Zhang Dapang and the others were amazed by Bai Xiaochun's cultivation. The Purple Qi Driving Cauldron Technique is not easy to cultivate. Although it is easy to learn, holding the positions for a long time can cause unbearable pain, requiring immense willpower to persist. Usually, the servants in the sect only cultivate once every few days.

Now, Bai Xiaochun had been cultivating for half a month straight, and Zhang Dapang and the others came to visit, seeing a completely different Bai Xiaochun from the one they remembered over the past few months.

His clothes were wrinkled, his hair was messy, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked very disheveled, but he was extremely serious, never stopping even in pain.

Even his body had noticeably slimmed down, and the spiritual aura emanating from within had increased significantly, approaching the peak of the first level of Qi Condensation.

It seemed that the heavenly treasures stored in his fat had been forcibly refined into part of his cultivation, making his body much stronger than an ordinary person's.

"Ninth Junior Brother, take a break. You've been cultivating day and night for half a month," Zhang Dapang and the others urged, but they saw Bai Xiaochun's determined eyes, which left them deeply moved.

Time passed, and Bai Xiaochun had been cultivating for a whole month. His madness left Zhang Dapang and the others in awe. As Zhang Dapang put it, Bai Xiaochun wasn't cultivating; he was risking his life.

Under this cultivation, the time for the second diagram finally broke one hundred breaths, reaching over one hundred and fifty breaths. The spiritual energy in his body was no longer a small stream but had grown significantly.

Another month passed, and Zhang Dapang and the others were all on edge, fearing that one day Bai Xiaochun would push himself to death. They even planned to secretly disable Xu Baocai when a loud boom echoed from Bai Xiaochun's room.

As the sound reverberated, a second-level Qi Condensation spiritual pressure burst forth from where Bai Xiaochun was, spreading over ten meters, making Zhang Dapang and the others, who were cooking, look up in shock.

"Junior Brother has broken through!"

"Second-level Qi Condensation. Although we have extra meals in the kitchen, it's rare to reach the second level in less than half a year."

"When I reached the second level, it took me a whole year." As Zhang Dapang and the others marveled, the door to Bai Xiaochun's room creaked open, and a tired, disheveled Bai Xiaochun, with sharp eyes, stepped out.

Just as Zhang Dapang and the others were about to greet him, they saw Bai Xiaochun's body flicker, and he nimbly landed on the fence of the kitchen courtyard, standing with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance with a deep and solemn expression, like a lonely master.

"What is he doing there? It looks strange."

"Has Junior Brother gone mad?" Zhang Dapang and the others looked at each other in confusion.

Just as everyone was puzzled by Bai Xiaochun's behavior, they heard him deliberately speaking in an old and solemn voice from the fence.

"Xu Baocai, the supreme genius among the servants of Spirit Stream Sect, is known for his ferocity, and his cultivation has reached the astonishing second level of Qi Condensation. I am also at the second level. This battle between us is evenly matched. Although it will make me famous and shock the sect, it will surely leave me bloodied and broken. This battle is crucial, and I must continue to cultivate."

After saying this, Bai Xiaochun looked deeply into the distance, flicked his sleeve, and returned to his room. With a bang, the door closed, and Zhang Dapang and the others swallowed hard, looking at each other in silence for a while. Finally, Hei Sanpang asked uncertainly.

"Did we give Junior Brother the wrong food?"

"It's over. Junior Brother's spiritual energy has gone to his head, and he's gone mad. We shouldn't provoke him," Huang Erpang shuddered and said definitively.

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