Chapter 23

Bright as blood, the feather pierced through layers of flames,

swiftly cutting through the fiery world, accompanied by the fiery body flying past, the flames vanished completely.

The Qianyuan Bone-Replacement Pills were plump and emitted an enticing aroma.

A long, slender tongue, like a venomous snake's fang, continuously flicked out, licking over each Qianyuan Bone-Replacement Pill.

A batch of Qianyuan Bone-Replacement Pills was not many, about seven to nine in total, sometimes nine, sometimes seven.

Yang Qifeng's movements were very quick, and he soon licked through an entire batch of Qianyuan Bone-Replacement Pills.

As the old saying goes, practice makes perfect. The first time Yang Qifeng licked the Qianyuan Bone-Replacement Pills, he needed the help of the Qianlan Demon God to sever his connection with the pills, preventing him from swallowing them whole. But now, Yang Qifeng had found the feel and could control himself without the Qianlan Demon God's intervention.

The medicinal power of the Qianyuan Bone-Replacement Pills nourished Yang Qifeng's bones.

The medicinal power continuously washed over his flesh, bones, and acupoints...

"With the help of the Qianyuan Bone-Replacement Pills, this time you can open the thirty-sixth acupoint, completing the foundation of the Thirty-Six Transformations of the Heavenly Gang," the Qianlan Demon God said.

"Indeed, the Qianyuan Bone-Replacement Pills are truly a great thing. Since I had their help, the cultivation of the Thirty-Six Transformations of the Heavenly Gang has encountered no obstacles. Not only that, my current physical combat power has far surpassed the Core Formation stage, rivaling that of a Yin Spirit. With the successful completion of this foundation, my physical realm is now equivalent to the Spirit Core stage, allowing me to initially condense a demon spirit body," Yang Qifeng's tone was filled with joy.

Since the appearance of the Qianyuan Bone-Replacement Pills, the cultivation of physical strength has been smooth and rapid.

Spreading his wings and flying low, Yang Qifeng quickly returned to his lair, a place filled with raging Three-Flavored True Fire.

Landing, he flicked his tail feathers and activated the Thirty-Six Transformations of the Heavenly Gang, beginning to devour the flames.

His breathing was steady, his six senses closed, his body relaxed, and his bones rose and fell gently with the essence of the fire-converted primordial energy.

The medicinal power, though fine and delicate, was more powerful than the surging primordial energy essence. The last extremely difficult acupoint to open was easily breached by the medicinal power.

The primordial energy essence surged in, and the slightly trembling acupoint rose and fell with the rhythm of his bones, like a snake stretching and contracting, like waves rising and falling. The tendons and bones resonated with the acupoints under the primordial energy essence, and the flesh and bones combined like a long dragon.

In an instant, Yang Qifeng had a sudden enlightenment, a sense of infinite transformation arose, his body and strength merged, his strength and mind merged, his mind and spirit merged, no longer constrained, he could stretch and contract freely, transforming into all things in the world.

The thirty-six acupoints required for the Thirty-Six Transformations of the Heavenly Gang were all opened, like thirty-six bright stars in a vast sky, arranged in a certain pattern within Yang Qifeng's body, radiating brightly.

The primordial energy essence continuously surged into the first acupoint, flowing through each acupoint, and finally out of the thirty-sixth acupoint, forming a complete Heavenly Gang Grand Cycle.

The completion of the Heavenly Gang Grand Cycle marked the successful foundation of the Thirty-Six Transformations of the Heavenly Gang. Future cultivation would only involve finding demon god blood and continuously integrating it into his body to complete the Heavenly Gang number. Thus, the opening of the thirty-six acupoints represented a fundamental change, and the improvement in his physical strength was difficult to describe accurately with words.

He slowly continued to guide the remaining medicinal power, allowing it to slowly merge with his flesh and blood.

Time passed, and after many days, Yang Qifeng finally opened his eyes again.

The bright red feathers, now stained with impurities, emitted a foul smell. Yang Qifeng knew that this was due to his body advancing further, re-tempering his body, and expelling the impurities within.

He shook his body, but the impurities stuck to him and could not be shaken off. He activated a spell, and the flames surged to cleanse him.

When the flames disappeared again, Yang Qifeng's feathers were even brighter, a brilliant red. Seeing his condition, Yang Qifeng shook his head; this was too conspicuous. With a thought, his feathers began to darken and eventually turned a common dark red.

"Great God, has my current physical combat power reached the Spirit Core stage?" Yang Qifeng's eyes were like lightning as he asked in a deep voice.

"No," a lazy tone sounded in Yang Qifeng's mind.

At some point, the Qianlan Demon God had stopped speaking and instead communicated through divine will.

"How is this possible? My physical strength has advanced further, more than twice as strong as before, and has undergone a qualitative change. Has it not yet transitioned from the Yin Spirit stage to the Spirit Core stage?" Yang Qifeng asked in disbelief.

"If you are talking about physical strength, it has indeed matched the Spirit Core stage, but your combat power has not reached it."

"You have not yet learned any combat techniques or fighting skills," the Qianlan Demon God explained.

Yang Qifeng nodded. This was like a strong man without weapons trying to fight other strong men with weapons.

If this analogy was not appropriate, then consider another: in martial arts novels, when two people have equal internal strength, one who only knows internal skills and one who also knows the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, the outcome of their fight is never in doubt.

"Please, Great God, grant me a technique?" Yang Qifeng asked directly.

"The combat techniques are too powerful, and you have not yet achieved the Immortal Dao, so you cannot cultivate them," the Qianlan Demon God said, seeing the slightly disappointed look on Yang Qifeng's face. "Don't be disappointed. Throughout history, from ancient times to the present, many great adepts have split a combat technique into levels for their disciples to cultivate, and then combine them after achieving the Immortal Dao. This not only makes cultivation easier but also saves time."

"In the current world, regardless of how it evolves, from ancient times to the present, and even in the distant past, survival is the first priority compared to combat techniques. First, cultivate the Rainbow Transformation Technique to a certain level, and then I will teach you other spells," the Qianlan Demon God transmitted a spell into Yang Qifeng's mind.

Nodding, Yang Qifeng closed his eyes and began to cultivate.

Year after year,

Time passed swiftly,

In the midst of cultivation, Yang Qifeng had forgotten the passage of time, refining his magical power, cultivating the Rainbow Transformation Technique, tempering his body, and frequently licking immortal pills—this was Yang Qifeng's daily life.

The rolling flames startled Yang Qifeng from his cultivation. He knew this was a sign that the Eight Trigram Immortal Furnace was about to open again.

Focusing on the wound, he waited for the herbs to be added and the immortal pills to form.

Creak, the Eight Trigram Immortal Furnace opened, and a figure was thrown in.

Yang Qifeng's vision blurred, and when it cleared, he saw a monkey.