Chapter 2

Time passed minute by minute, and Ye Xiwén also gave up on the idea of going out, feeling somewhat discouraged. Could it be that he would be trapped here for the rest of his life after just arriving in this new world!

Although Ye Xiwén had never thought about dominating the world or becoming invincible right from the start, those were just fantasies from novels. What he wanted first was to protect himself, and then to repay all the humiliations he had suffered. However, he did not want to be trapped here for the rest of his life.

After a long while, Ye Xiwén was extremely bored and had no choice but to start practicing his internal martial arts. In this world, martial arts were divided into two parts: martial techniques and internal martial arts. He was currently at the third level of the latter, and had not yet reached the fourth level. According to the rules of the sect, one was not allowed to practice martial techniques before reaching the fourth level. The reason was simple: martial cultivation was based on internal martial arts. Without achieving success in internal martial arts, one would not achieve much in life. The first three levels of martial cultivation were the foundation-building stage.

He found that, apart from being trapped here, everything else was exactly the same as it was outside.

No matter what, he had to remain calm and adapt to the situation. Practicing internal martial arts and improving his strength would not waste his time.

The cultivation method he was practicing was called the "Mingyu Gong," which was divided into ten levels. It was one of the few internal martial arts in the sect that could be cultivated all the way to the innate realm. It was only because of Elder Ye Kongming's identity that Ye Xiwén could practice this method.

This cultivation method was very gentle, the gentlest of all.

Suddenly, he found that his understanding of the "Mingyu Gong" kept surging in his mind. If his previous understanding speed was like a small stream, then now his understanding speed was like the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers, surging without end.

Endless insights filled Ye Xiwén, making him completely engrossed in moving his true qi and practicing the "Mingyu Gong" over and over again.

He didn't know how much time had passed.

"Boom!"

Ye Xiwén suddenly woke up, opened his eyes, and found himself back in his room, not in that chaotic space. The sky outside was already faintly bright.

Ye Xiwén broke out in a cold sweat. Was that space just a dream?

But the insights he gained in that chaotic space were extremely clear, and didn't seem fake at all.

Suddenly, Ye Xiwén noticed that his emaciated body was drenched in sweat, and his entire body was covered in black impurities. These were impurities hidden in his body. At the ninth level of the postnatal realm, each breakthrough would expel some impurities. Once all the impurities were expelled and the body became clear, one would attempt to unblock the Ren and Du meridians, returning from the postnatal to the innate realm.

This was a sign of a breakthrough. How could this be? Ye Xiwén was shocked. He had estimated that, given his situation, it would take at least half a year to break through to the fourth level of the postnatal realm. After all, his talent was only so much.

But after just one night in the chaotic space, he had already reached the fourth level.

No wonder, according to his predecessor's memory, even practicing the "Mingyu Gong" once usually didn't yield much insight. But when he practiced the "Mingyu Gong" in that space, a large amount of insight and information flooded his mind, much faster than in the real world.

If that was the case, with the help of this special space, no martial arts would be a secret to Ye Xiwén. Through practice in this special space, Ye Xiwén could quickly grasp the essence of martial arts!

Ye Xiwén punched out, and the air immediately exploded and vibrated. A surge of power coursed through his body. His strength, which was previously scattered throughout his body, was now concentrated into a single force, incomparably stronger than before.

Among the nine levels of the postnatal realm, a first-level martial artist could punch with a force of fifty pounds, a second-level with one hundred pounds, a third-level with two hundred pounds, and a fourth-level with five hundred pounds after breaking through.

The fourth level of the postnatal realm was the first watershed. After reaching the fourth level, one's strength would reach five hundred pounds, equivalent to the strength of a fierce tiger, extremely powerful.

The Yiyuan Sect did not restrict its disciples from practicing any specific cultivation methods, as there were many cultivation methods in the sect, and each disciple could find one suitable for themselves.

Even cultivation methods obtained from outside were not forbidden; instead, they were considered the disciple's good fortune.

More importantly, after being transformed by the colorful light, his physical body's meridians had expanded countless times. If his meridians were once like a small stream, they were now like the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers, with true qi flowing through them without end.

This way, Ye Xiwén's one day of cultivation was equivalent to many days of cultivation for others. Moreover, the power of most cultivation methods was directly related to the amount of true qi that could be released in an instant. Ye Xiwén's meridians were much wider than those of others, so the same techniques in his hands were far more powerful.

Ye Xiwén's current strength had directly broken through to seven hundred and fifty-eight pounds.

Ye Xiwén was overjoyed. With the help of this special space, he had a chance to stand out and achieve greatness.

Thinking about this, Ye Xiwén did not delay any further. He immediately sat down on a green stone slab, focused his mind, and indeed, the mysterious space appeared again. However, no matter how focused Ye Xiwén was, he could not enter that space again.

Ye Xiwén was puzzled. Why was this happening? He could enter before, but now he couldn't.

Suddenly, Ye Xiwén realized that his true qi had been completely depleted. He was shocked. His true qi was full just a moment ago, how could it suddenly be gone?

"I understand!" Ye Xiwén suddenly said. He realized that to practice cultivation methods in that space, one had to consume true qi, or energy. This was the only explanation for why he couldn't enter the space now, and why he suddenly came out of it earlier, probably because his true qi was depleted.

In the courtyard, Ye Xiwén took out all his possessions: ten low-grade spirit stones. These were all his possessions. In this world, the stones were called spirit stones, each containing a considerable amount of spiritual energy, divided into low-grade, mid-grade, high-grade, and supreme-grade spirit stones.

Martial artists could absorb the spiritual energy from spirit stones to cultivate, or use them to replenish their true qi in a short time.

If this space indeed required energy to practice cultivation methods, then using spirit stones would also work.

Ye Xiwén absorbed the spiritual energy from the spirit stones, converted it into true qi, and then focused his mind. The special space appeared again, and Ye Xiwén continued to focus. As he had expected, he easily entered the space.

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