C4 Fusing with the Blood Jade

In the afternoon, Qin Hao did not go to practice his martial arts as usual. Instead, he sat quietly in his room, thinking about his future journey.

The outside world was unfamiliar to him.

He had grown up in Qing Yuan Town since he was young. Although he had stayed in Tianmo City for more than a year, he was still unfamiliar with the outside world. His life was on the brink of death, between the General's Mansion and the military camp.

The disturbance in the outside world seemed to have nothing to do with him.

At dusk, Qin Hao went to eat his own food.

He learned from the servants that Elder Lee had already left, but he had sent Shen Ying to General's Mansion, saying that he would come back later to bring Shen Ying back to the sect to carry out the sect entrance ceremony.

Although Shen Ying was Elder Lee's disciple, she had not officially joined Elder Lee's sect. What she lacked was just a simple ceremony.

This had nothing to do with Qin Hao.

After dinner, Yue Yuncheng and Yue Yunxi siblings He came to see Qin Hao, but he didn't find anything unusual about him. He only came to comfort Qin Hao and then left.

In the Yue family, other than his eldest cousin, Yue Yuntian, who had always been hostile to him, the others treated him very well.

If it wasn't for the fact that he had no other choice, Qin Hao wouldn't have left.

The night gradually darkened. Qin Hao did not light the lamp. He just sat in the darkness.

After a long period of training, he could vaguely see in the darkness. This was the result of his training of five senses over the past year. Whether it was vision, hearing, or smell, they were all much stronger than ordinary people.

In the darkness, Qin Hao took out the blood jade in front of his chest and carefully examined it. The blood jade actually emitted a faint red light that reflected on his tanned face, making it appear exceptionally red.

"Just what is this thing?"

Qin Hao continuously fondled the blood jade that was less than an inch in size. He discovered that there was a trace of warmth coming from it, causing his disappointed heart to feel a trace of warmth.

After a long time, Qin Hao held the jade pendant and sat down cross-legged. He gradually gave up on this idea.

It was just a birthday gift from a mother. How could it be some sort of peerless treasure?

This idea was unrealistic even to him.

He had not seen his parents and little sister for a year, and he missed them very much. Many familiar scenes kept appearing in his mind, and the scenes were so warm.

Unknowingly, the hand that held the blood jade became even tighter.

The hand that had been pierced by his nails during the day once again flowed with fresh blood, and all of it stained the blood jade.

"It's so hot."

Suddenly, the blood jade in his hand turned hot, pulling Qin Hao's thoughts back to reality.

He stretched out his hand and felt the blood jade in his hand. It was like a burning charcoal fire, emitting an extremely high temperature. His palm seemed to be on the verge of being burned red.

The blood jade was getting hotter and hotter. Qin Hao wanted to throw it away, but the blood jade stuck to his hand like glue.

"Ahhh!"

The high temperature caused Qin Hao to let out a low cry. Fortunately, his residence was a little remote. No one would come at night, so no one noticed anything unusual.

The blood jade emitted a strong red light that illuminated every corner of the room.

Even Qin Hao's tender face was covered by the red light.

However, when the blood jade came into contact with Qin Hao's blood, it began to melt and gradually turned soft. Finally, it turned into rays of blood-red light that entered Qin Hao's body.

After a long time, Qin Hao discovered that the blood jade had completely disappeared.

"What exactly is it?" Qin Hao was puzzled.

A moment later, a weak stream of energy appeared in his body. It started from his heart and spread to his meridians. At the same time, wisps of energy from the outside world were attracted into his body.

In an instant, he felt as if there were ants tearing at his meridians.

"Mm."

Qin Hao tried his best to hold it in. His heart was filled with wild joy. This was the legendary feeling of Qi.

For a moment, his mind was filled with thoughts. For a long time, this feeling had only appeared in his dreams. He dreamed of becoming a martial artist and gradually becoming stronger to experience the outside world.

His father, Qin Tianxiao, had spent a lot of money and effort to develop his potential.

In the Tianmo City military camp, he had practiced countless basics for a year. He had trained his knife skills and spear skills, but he didn't feel any Qi at all.

Even Yue Feng's old friend, Elder Lee, sentenced him to death for practicing.

And now, the blood jade that his mother had given him for his birthday had changed his physique and gave him a Qi sense.

"However, since I have a sense of Qi, the rest of my cultivation won't be difficult for me." Qin Hao was overjoyed. He had dreamed of becoming a martial artist, so he naturally learned the simplest breathing technique.

In fact, once an ordinary person had a sense of Qi, as long as they practiced according to the breathing technique, they would gradually become stronger.

Qin Hao memorized the basic formula very well.

"Restrain your mind and clear your mind. Sit with your legs crossed. Embrace your five fingers and run the Circulatory Cycle..."

The basic formula appeared in Qin Hao's mind and he did exactly as he said.

Taking advantage of the fact that he still had a sense of Qi in his body, he focused his attention on guiding the small amount of 'Origin Qi' in his body to cultivate according to the Small Circulation Picture Scroll.

The Small Circulatory Cycle was to guide the Origin Qi to circulate through the main meridians in his body for a week.

During this period of time, accompanied by intense pain, Qin Hao was covered in sweat in the red light.

However, this bit of pain, how could it dispel his determination to become a martial artist?

The beginning of cultivation was extremely difficult and painful. Fortunately, Qin Hao had more than a year of experience in the military camp. He had trained his strong physique and improved his ability to endure pain.

In a powerful family or sect, when the younger generation started to cultivate, they would have the corresponding nourishing spiritual liquid to assist in their cultivation. Not only could it offset a large amount of pain, it could also achieve twice the result with half the effort.

However, the nourishing spirit liquid that could assist in cultivation was a sky-high price. It was not something that the current Qin Hao could afford.

Moreover, if he prepared the spiritual liquid and waited for everything to be ready, he might lose his hard-earned spiritual energy. At that time, he would have nowhere to cry.

An hour later, Qin Hao finally completed a small round of Qi Circulation.

Very soon, Qin Hao started the second small circulation.

Beginner students only had 36 small cycles. Only then would he be able to refine the cloud vortex in his Dantian, open up his Dantian, and finally stabilize it. Only then would he be considered a true martial artist.

Everything was difficult at the beginning, and the time taken for the second minor circulation was relatively short. Only an hour had passed.

During the third cycle, it only took a quarter of an hour.

It would be much faster in the future.

By the time it was dawn, the 36 minor cycles had already been completed. The Dantian area in his lower abdomen started to feel bloated. He knew that this was the prelude to the opening of his Dantian.

Qin Hao did not dare to relax a bit. He was afraid that this feeling would disappear again.

Just as he was about to open up his Dantian and prepare to stabilize it, he was stunned to discover that all the Spirit Qi he had refined in the middle of the night had disappeared in an instant.

"F * ck, what's going on?"

Qin Hao was stunned.

Could it be that everything that happened before was just a dream?

However, the disappearance of the blood jade meant that everything that happened just now was real.

He frowned and pondered for a moment. Then, he muttered to himself, "No, I must have made a mistake. I've worked hard to cultivate in the middle of the night. That feeling can't be fake. Is my method wrong? Or is it because I didn't nourish the spirit liquid? "