zhì yīng gé ， shì yī dòng qì shì huī hóng de jiàn zhù ， qí zhōng guāng shì liàn qì táng jiù zhàn dì shù qiān píng fāng mǐ ， nǎi líng dòng qī dì zǐ de liàn gōng zhī dì ， cǐ shí kuān chǎng de dà tīng zhōng ， yǐng yǐng chuò chuò zhàn yǒu shù shí rén 。
稚鹰阁，是一栋气势恢宏的建筑，其中光是练气堂就占地数千平方米，乃灵动期弟子的练功之地，此时宽敞的大厅中，影影绰绰站有数十人。
Eagle Nest Pavilion was a grand building. The Qi Cultivation Hall alone covered several thousand square meters, serving as the practice ground for the Fluttering Spirit Stage disciples. At this moment, dozens of people were standing in the spacious hall, their figures barely visible.
shí jiān hái zǎo ， fù zé chuán shòu gōng fǎ de zhù jī qī xiū shì hái méi yǒu lái dào ， dì zǐ men sān sān liǎng liǎng de jù jí zài yì qǐ ， tán lùn zhe gǎn xìng qù de shì 。
时间还早，负责传授功法的筑基期修士还没有来到，弟子们三三两两的聚集在一起，谈论着感兴趣的事。
The time was still early; the Foundation Establishment cultivators responsible for teaching techniques had not arrived yet. The disciples gathered in small groups, discussing topics that interested them.
lín xuān mò mò de lái dào yí gè rén shǎo de jiǎo luò ， pán xī zuò xià ， dǎ suàn chèn zhe hái yǒu shí jiān ， zài xiū liàn yī huì er ， jiù zài zhè shí ， yī zhèn jiǎo bù shēng chuán rù ěr duǒ 。
林轩默默的来到一个人少的角落，盘膝坐下，打算趁着还有时间，再修炼一会儿，就在这时，一阵脚步声传入耳朵。
Lin Xuan silently approached a less crowded corner and sat cross-legged, planning to spend some more time cultivating before the others arrived. Just then, footsteps sounded in his ears.
“ hē hē ， zhè bú shì lín shī dì me ？”
“呵呵，这不是林师弟么？”
"Haha, isn't this Younger Brother Lin? I heard you closed yourself up for cultivation recently but still couldn't break through the second layer?"
“ tīng shuō nǐ qián yī zhèn bì guān xiū liàn ， hái shì méi yǒu tū pò dì èr céng me ？”
“听说你前一阵闭关修炼，还是没有突破第二层么？”
The mocking laughter was clear. Lin Xuan furrowed his brow slightly, though he kept a calm exterior. To ordinary people, cultivators were like immortal beings with ethereal and divine appearances, seemingly untouchable by the mundane world. But this was merely an illusion.
xī xiào de shēng yīn ， dài zhe cháo fěng ， lín xuān wēi zhòu le xià méi tóu ， dàn biǎo miàn shàng què sī háo bù lù shēng sè ， zài fán rén yǎn lǐ ， xiū zhēn zhě xiān fēng dào gǔ ， fǎ shù tōng xuán ， yóu rú bù shí rén jiān yān huǒ de shén xiān ， qí shí zhè jǐn jǐn shì biǎo xiàng ér yǐ 。
嬉笑的声音，带着嘲讽，林轩微皱了下眉头，但表面上却丝毫不露声色，在凡人眼里，修真者仙风道骨，法术通玄，犹如不食人间烟火的神仙，其实这仅仅是表象而已。
In the cultivation realm, things were even more brutal, realistic, and fickle than in the mortal world!
xiū zhēn jiè bǐ shì sú gèng jiā de cán kù ， gèng jiā de xiàn shí ， yě gèng shì lì ！
修真界比世俗更加的残酷，更加的现实，也更势利！
It wasn't about money here; power was the foundation of authority.
zhǐ bù guò zhè lǐ bú shì jiǎng jīn qián ， ér shì yǐ shí lì zuò wèi quán shì de jī chǔ 。
只不过这里不是讲金钱，而是以实力做为权势的基础。
Whoever had a higher realm, better treasures, or more elixirs would be the leader, their words being considered truth.
shéi de jìng jiè gāo ， shéi de fǎ bǎo hǎo ， shéi de dān yào duō ， shuí jiù shì lǎo dà ， jiǎng chū lái de huà yě jiù shì zhēn lǐ 。
谁的境界高，谁的法宝好，谁的丹药多，谁就是老大，讲出来的话也就是真理。
Despite Lin Xuan's hard work over three years, his lack of a spiritual root left him far behind his peers. This made him the subject of cold stares and disdain from his fellow disciples.
sān nián de shí jiān ， jǐn guǎn lín xuān fù chū le bǐ bié rén xīn kǔ de xiū liàn ， kě méi yǒu líng gēn de quē xiàn ， hái shì ràng tā yuǎn yuǎn bèi tóng mén pāo zài le hòu miàn ， zhè ràng tā bǎo shòu lěng yǎn 。
三年的时间，尽管林轩付出了比别人辛苦的修炼，可没有灵根的缺陷，还是让他远远被同门抛在了后面，这让他饱受冷眼。
"Hmph, just an ordinary person without a spiritual root. No matter how much effort you put in, it can never compare to us. It would be better to leave the sect rather than suffer here."
“ hēng ， méi yǒu líng gēn de fán rén ér yǐ ， jiù suàn zài zěn me nǔ lì ， yě bù kě néng yǔ wǒ men xiāng bǐ ， yǔ qí liú zài mén pài lǐ diū liǎn ， hái bù rú shí qù xià shān 。”
“哼，没有灵根的凡人而已，就算再怎么努力，也不可能与我们相比，与其留在门派里丢脸，还不如识趣下山。”
"Yes, three years have passed, yet you still haven't broken through the second Fluttering Spirit Stage. You're nothing but a waste of space."
“ shì a ， sān nián shí jiān ， hái tū bù pò líng dòng qī dì èr céng ， gēn běn jiù shì fèi wù 。”
“是啊，三年时间，还突不破灵动期第二层，根本就是废物。”
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In the face of his seniors' ridicule, Lin Xuan did not flinch; he kept his composure and merely gave them a cold look before walking away.
miàn duì zhòng shī xiōng de xī luò ， lín xuān yǎn pí dōu méi yǒu zhǎ yī xià ， shén sè rú cháng ， zhǐ bù guò shì jǐ gè wú liáo jiā huo ， lěng lěng de kàn le tā men yī yǎn ， lín xuān zǒu dào le yī biān 。
面对众师兄的奚落，林轩眼皮都没有眨一下，神色如常，只不过是几个无聊家伙，冷冷的看了他们一眼，林轩走到了一边。
He was not angry or fearful; these shallow individuals were not worth his concern. Lin Xuan would not let a few words affect his state of mind.
méi yǒu shēng qì ， bú shì nuò ruò wèi jù ， ér shì wèi jǐ gè qiǎn bó de jiā huo ， gēn běn jiù bù zhí dé ， lín xuān bú huì yīn wèi jǐ jù kǒu shé ， yǐng xiǎng zì jǐ de xīn jìng 。
没有生气，不是懦弱畏惧，而是为几个浅薄的家伙，根本就不值得，林轩不会因为几句口舌，影响自己的心境。
Crossing his legs, he began to absorb the qi. About half an hour later, a bell rang, and the disciples stopped their casual chatter, forming ranks. Lin Xuan joined them at the back.
pán xī zuò xià ， kāi shǐ xī nà líng qì ， jiù zhè yàng ， dà yuē guò le bàn gè xiǎo shí ， yī zhèn zhōng shēng chuán rù ěr duǒ ， yuán běn hái suí yì jiāo tán de dì zǐ men dùn shí tíng zhǐ le shuō huà ， liè duì zhàn hǎo ， lín xuān yě lái dào le duì wǔ de hòu miàn 。
盘膝坐下，开始吸纳灵气，就这样，大约过了半个小时，一阵钟声传入耳朵，原本还随意交谈的弟子们顿时停止了说话，列队站好，林轩也来到了队伍的后面。
A middle-aged man walked in. He appeared around forty years old but was likely much older; as cultivators advanced in realm, their lifespans extended, and aging slowed down.
yí gè zhōng nián rén zǒu le jìn lái ， cóng biǎo miàn shàng kàn ， dà yuē sì shí yú suì ， bù guò kěn dìng bù zhǐ ， xiū zhēn zhě suí zhe jìng jiè de tí shēng ， shòu mìng yě huì yán cháng ， shuāi lǎo zé huì zhú jiàn jiǎn huǎn 。
一个中年人走了进来，从表面上看，大约四十余岁，不过肯定不止，修真者随着境界的提升，寿命也会延长，衰老则会逐渐减缓。
"Master!"
“ shī zūn ！”
“师尊！”
The disciples bowed respectfully. According to the rules of Drifting Cloud Valley, they had to address each teacher who taught them techniques with such respect.
zhòng dì zǐ gōng shēn xíng lǐ ， àn zhào piāo yún gǔ de guī jǔ ， duì yú měi yī wèi chuán shòu tā men gōng fǎ de jiào xí ， dōu yào rú cǐ zūn chēng 。
众弟子躬身行礼，按照飘云谷的规矩，对于每一位传授他们功法的教席，都要如此尊称。
"My name is Zhang Yu. I will teach you the secrets of the Qi Shield."
“ wǒ jiào zhāng yǔ ， jiāng chuán shòu nǐ men líng qì hù dùn de ào mì 。”
“我叫张羽，将传授你们灵气护盾的奥秘。”
A Qi Shield was a defensive technique that involved channeling qi around one's body to form an aura barrier.
líng qì hù dùn ， gù míng sī yì ， jiù shì jiāng líng lì bù yú shēn tǐ biǎo miàn ， xíng chéng qì zhào ， shì xiū zhēn zhě zuì jī běn de fáng hù xìng fǎ shù 。
灵气护盾，顾名思义，就是将灵力布于身体表面，形成气罩，是修真者最基本的防护性法术。
The disciples became excited and whispered among themselves.
zhòng dì zǐ dùn shí xīng fèn qǐ lái ， jiāo tóu jiē ěr de qiè qiè sī yǔ 。
众弟子顿时兴奋起来，交头接耳的窃窃私语。
Lin Xuan, being an ordinary person without a spiritual root, had only managed to reach the third or fourth layer after three years. After entering the Fluttering Spirit中期 stage, he could learn some simple minor techniques.
chú le lín xuān shì pǔ tōng rén ， yōng yǒu líng gēn de dì zǐ jīng guò sān nián xiū liàn ， dà dū jiāng gōng fǎ liàn dào le sān sì céng ， jìn rù le líng dòng zhōng qī hòu ， yǐ jīng kě yǐ xué xí yī xiē jiǎn dān de xiǎo fǎ shù 。
除了林轩是普通人，拥有灵根的弟子经过三年修炼，大都将功法练到了三四层，进入了灵动中期后，已经可以学习一些简单的小法术。
"Quiet!" Seeing the chaos below, Zhang Yu's expression darkened.
“ chǎo shén me ， ān jìng ！” kàn jiàn xià miàn hùn luàn de qíng jǐng ， zhāng yǔ liǎn sè yī chén 。
“吵什么，安静！”看见下面混乱的情景，张羽脸色一沉。
Seeing their teacher angry, the disciples immediately shut up.
jiàn jiào xí fā huǒ ， zhòng dì zǐ lì kè guāi guāi de bì zuǐ le 。
见教席发火，众弟子立刻乖乖的闭嘴了。
Zhang Yu then began a detailed explanation of how to channel qi and the details to pay attention to. Lin Xuan listened intently; although his current cultivation level was insufficient for using a Qi Shield, he would record the method now so that he could practice it when his strength increased.
jiē xià lái ， zhāng yǔ kāi shǐ xiáng xì jiǎng jiě ， zěn yàng yùn zhuàn líng lì ， qí zhōng xū yào zhù yì de xì jié ， lín xuān tīng dé hěn rèn zhēn ， qí shí yǐ tā xiàn zài de xiū wèi ， hái bù zú yǐ qū shǐ líng qì hù dùn ， bù guò xiān jiāng zěn yàng xiū liàn de fāng fǎ jì qīng chǔ ， yǐ hòu děng gōng lì dào le zài màn màn xiū xíng 。
接下来，张羽开始详细讲解，怎样运转灵力，其中需要注意的细节，林轩听得很认真，其实以他现在的修为，还不足以驱使灵气护盾，不过先将怎样修炼的方法记清楚，以后等功力到了再慢慢修行。
"Alright, you can practice on your own." After finishing his lecture, Zhang Yu left the Eagle Nest Pavilion. Whether they could master it depended on their comprehension.
“ hǎo le ， nǐ men zì jǐ liàn xí 。” zhāng yǔ jiǎng wán yī biàn hòu ， jiù lí kāi le zhì yīng gé ， jiē xià lái néng fǒu liàn chéng ， jiù kàn gè dì zǐ de lǐng wù lì 。
“好了，你们自己练习。”张羽讲完一遍后，就离开了稚鹰阁，接下来能否练成，就看各弟子的领悟力。
Lin Xuan followed suit and returned to his modest abode—a simple wooden house. Higher-ranking cultivators had their own dwellings, but Lin Xuan's living conditions were rather humble.
lín xuān yě suí zhī lí qù ， tā xiān huí dào le zì jǐ de zhù chù ， yī jiǎn lòu de xiǎo mù wū ， gāo jiē xiū zhēn zhě dōu yǒu zì jǐ de dòng fǔ ， bù guò xiàng tā zhè yàng de dī jiē dì zǐ jū zhù huán jìng què hěn jiǎn lòu 。
林轩也随之离去，他先回到了自己的住处，一简陋的小木屋，高阶修真者都有自己的洞府，不过像他这样的低阶弟子居住环境却很简陋。
Inside, there was only a table, a chair, and a wooden bed. Lin Xuan opened the drawer of the desk and took out paper and pen, recording today's teachings on Qi Shield cultivation.
wū nèi zhǐ yǒu yī zhuō yī yǐ ， hái yǒu yī zhāng mù chuáng ， lín xuān jiāng zhuō zi de chōu tì dǎ kāi ， cóng lǐ miàn qǔ chū zhǐ bǐ ， jiāng jīn tiān tīng dào de líng qì hù dùn de xiū liàn fāng fǎ ， jì lù le xià lái 。
屋内只有一桌一椅，还有一张木床，林轩将桌子的抽屉打开，从里面取出纸笔，将今天听到的灵气护盾的修炼方法，记录了下来。
This was his habit over the past three years. Without a spiritual root, he couldn't keep up with his peers in terms of cultivation speed. After each teaching session, Lin Xuan would record what he heard so that he wouldn't forget anything when he could practice it later.
zhè yě shì tā sān nián lái de xí guàn ， yīn wèi méi yǒu líng gēn ， xiū xíng sù dù gēn bù shàng tóng mén ， suǒ yǐ měi yī cì jiào xí chuán shòu gōng fǎ hòu ， lín xuān dū huì jiāng tīng jiàn de jì lù xià lái ， hěn duō dōng xī xiàn zài wú fǎ xiū liàn ， liú dài yǐ hòu yán jiū ， xiě zài zhǐ shàng jiù bú huì wàng jì le 。
这也是他三年来的习惯，因为没有灵根，修行速度跟不上同门，所以每一次教席传授功法后，林轩都会将听见的记录下来，很多东西现在无法修炼，留待以后研究，写在纸上就不会忘记了。
After finishing his silent transcription, Lin Xuan carefully put away the notebook and then went to the back mountain's Heart Refinement Path. Following the path downward, he arrived at the location where he had practiced two days ago.
mò xiě wán chéng hòu ， lín xuān jiāng xiě mǎn gōng fǎ de běn zi xiǎo xīn shōu hǎo ， rán hòu yòu lái dào le hòu shān de liàn xīn lù ， yán zhe tōng dào wǎng xià ， lái dào le qián liǎng tiān xiū liàn de dì diǎn 。
默写完成后，林轩将写满功法的本子小心收好，然后又来到了后山的炼心路，沿着通道往下，来到了前两天修炼的地点。
The qi became increasingly abundant. Lin Xuan paused; this was far enough. The deeper one went into the Heart Refinement Path, the more terrifying the illusions would become.
líng qì biàn dé yuè lái yuè chōng zú ， lín xuān tíng xià jiǎo bù ， jiù shì zhè lǐ ， bù néng zài wǎng qián zǒu le ， liàn xīn lù yuè shēn rù ， huàn jué yě huì yuè kǒng bù 。
灵气变得越来越充足，林轩停下脚步，就是这里，不能再往前走了，炼心路越深入，幻觉也会越恐怖。
Suddenly, the scene changed. Before him lay a vast white world, with ice covering thousands of miles and snowflakes swirling in the bitter cold wind.
sà rán ， chǎng jǐng fā shēng le biàn huà ， chū xiàn zài yǎn qián de shì yī piàn bái máng máng de shì jiè ， qiān lǐ bīng fēng ， wàn lǐ xuě piāo ， hán fēng nù háo 。
飒然，场景发生了变化，出现在眼前的是一片白茫茫的世界，千里冰封，万里雪飘，寒风怒号。
Snow quickly engulfed his ankles, and he felt as if he had been frozen solid. Lin Xuan's heart tightened; could this illusion randomly change? Last time, it was the agony of being burned by fire, but now it turned into endless frigidness.
xuě huā bù yī huì er jiù yān mò le tā de jiǎo huái ， zhěng gè rén chà nà jiān jiù xiàng shì bèi dòng jiāng le yī yàng ， lín xuān xīn zhōng yī lǐn ， huàn jué nán dào hái huì suí jī biàn huà ， shàng cì chéng shòu de shì liè huǒ fén shēn de tòng kǔ ， zhè yī cì zé biàn chéng liǎo wú jǐn yán hán 。
雪花不一会儿就淹没了他的脚踝，整个人刹那间就像是被冻僵了一样，林轩心中一凛，幻觉难道还会随机变化，上次承受的是烈火焚身的痛苦，这一次则变成了无尽严寒。
Silently, Lin Xuan sat cross-legged on the snow with a blank expression, beginning to absorb the surrounding qi.
mò rán le yī xià ， lín xuān miàn wú biǎo qíng de zài xuě dì shàng pán xī zuò xià ， kāi shǐ xī nà qǐ zhōu wéi de líng qì lái le 。
默然了一下，林轩面无表情的在雪地上盘膝坐下，开始吸纳起周围的灵气来了。
Soon, he was frozen stiff. His hair had turned into ice needles, but he remained motionless in the snow for over twenty minutes before running out of the illusionary realm to rest and stretch his body. Once he recovered slightly, he immediately returned to his practice.
hěn kuài rén jiù bèi dòng jiāng le ， lín xuān de tóu fà dōu níng jié chéng le bīng zhù ， dàn tā yī rán yī dòng bù dòng de zuò zài xuě dì zhōng ， jiān chí le èr shí duō fēn zhōng ， tā cái pǎo chū huàn jìng xiū xī le yī huì er ， huó dòng le yī xià shēn tǐ ， dài shāo yǒu huī fù ， jiù lì kè yòu chóng xīn tóu rù dào le xiū liàn dāng zhōng 。
很快人就被冻僵了，林轩的头发都凝结成了冰柱，但他依然一动不动的坐在雪地中，坚持了二十多分钟，他才跑出幻境休息了一会儿，活动了一下身体，待稍有恢复，就立刻又重新投入到了修炼当中。
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The cold wind howled, turning snowflakes into countless sharp ice daggers that flew at Lin Xuan. Yet, the young man remained as immovable as a stone on the ground.
hán fēng nù xiào ， xuě huā níng chéng liǎo wú shù fēng lì de bīng dāo ， xiàng zhe lín xuān fēi le guò lái ， kě shào nián yī rán rú pán shí bān zài dì shàng dǎ zuò 。
寒风怒啸，雪花凝成了无数锋利的冰刀，向着林轩飞了过来，可少年依然如磐石般在地上打坐。
Two days later, Lin Xuan stood up expressionlessly and hesitated before continuing deeper into the Heart Refinement Path. The qi here was not pure enough; to break through his bottleneck, he needed even purer qi. He resolutely walked toward more terrifying illusions...
liǎng tiān hòu ， lín xuān miàn wú biǎo qíng de zhàn le qǐ lái ， yóu yù le yī xià ， jì xù wǎng liàn xīn lù de shēn chù zǒu ， zhè ér de líng qì chún dù hái bù gòu ， xiǎng yào tū pò píng jǐng ， xū yào gèng jiā jīng chún de líng qì ， tā jiān dìng de xiàng zhe gèng kě pà de huàn jìng zǒu qù ……
两天后，林轩面无表情的站了起来，犹豫了一下，继续往炼心路的深处走，这儿的灵气纯度还不够，想要突破瓶颈，需要更加精纯的灵气，他坚定的向着更可怕的幻境走去……
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Eagle Nest Pavilion was a grand building. The Qi Cultivation Hall alone covered several thousand square meters, serving as the practice ground for the Fluttering Spirit Stage disciples. At this moment, dozens of people were standing in the spacious hall, their figures barely visible.
The time was still early; the Foundation Establishment cultivators responsible for teaching techniques had not arrived yet. The disciples gathered in small groups, discussing topics that interested them.
Lin Xuan silently approached a less crowded corner and sat cross-legged, planning to spend some more time cultivating before the others arrived. Just then, footsteps sounded in his ears.
"Haha, isn't this Younger Brother Lin? I heard you closed yourself up for cultivation recently but still couldn't break through the second layer?"
The mocking laughter was clear. Lin Xuan furrowed his brow slightly, though he kept a calm exterior. To ordinary people, cultivators were like immortal beings with ethereal and divine appearances, seemingly untouchable by the mundane world. But this was merely an illusion.
In the cultivation realm, things were even more brutal, realistic, and fickle than in the mortal world!
It wasn't about money here; power was the foundation of authority.
Whoever had a higher realm, better treasures, or more elixirs would be the leader, their words being considered truth.
Despite Lin Xuan's hard work over three years, his lack of a spiritual root left him far behind his peers. This made him the subject of cold stares and disdain from his fellow disciples.
"Hmph, just an ordinary person without a spiritual root. No matter how much effort you put in, it can never compare to us. It would be better to leave the sect rather than suffer here."
"Yes, three years have passed, yet you still haven't broken through the second Fluttering Spirit Stage. You're nothing but a waste of space."
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In the face of his seniors' ridicule, Lin Xuan did not flinch; he kept his composure and merely gave them a cold look before walking away.
He was not angry or fearful; these shallow individuals were not worth his concern. Lin Xuan would not let a few words affect his state of mind.
Crossing his legs, he began to absorb the qi. About half an hour later, a bell rang, and the disciples stopped their casual chatter, forming ranks. Lin Xuan joined them at the back.
A middle-aged man walked in. He appeared around forty years old but was likely much older; as cultivators advanced in realm, their lifespans extended, and aging slowed down.
"Master!"
The disciples bowed respectfully. According to the rules of Drifting Cloud Valley, they had to address each teacher who taught them techniques with such respect.
"My name is Zhang Yu. I will teach you the secrets of the Qi Shield."
A Qi Shield was a defensive technique that involved channeling qi around one's body to form an aura barrier.
The disciples became excited and whispered among themselves.
Lin Xuan, being an ordinary person without a spiritual root, had only managed to reach the third or fourth layer after three years. After entering the Fluttering Spirit中期 stage, he could learn some simple minor techniques.
"Quiet!" Seeing the chaos below, Zhang Yu's expression darkened.
Seeing their teacher angry, the disciples immediately shut up.
Zhang Yu then began a detailed explanation of how to channel qi and the details to pay attention to. Lin Xuan listened intently; although his current cultivation level was insufficient for using a Qi Shield, he would record the method now so that he could practice it when his strength increased.
"Alright, you can practice on your own." After finishing his lecture, Zhang Yu left the Eagle Nest Pavilion. Whether they could master it depended on their comprehension.
Lin Xuan followed suit and returned to his modest abode—a simple wooden house. Higher-ranking cultivators had their own dwellings, but Lin Xuan's living conditions were rather humble.
Inside, there was only a table, a chair, and a wooden bed. Lin Xuan opened the drawer of the desk and took out paper and pen, recording today's teachings on Qi Shield cultivation.
This was his habit over the past three years. Without a spiritual root, he couldn't keep up with his peers in terms of cultivation speed. After each teaching session, Lin Xuan would record what he heard so that he wouldn't forget anything when he could practice it later.
After finishing his silent transcription, Lin Xuan carefully put away the notebook and then went to the back mountain's Heart Refinement Path. Following the path downward, he arrived at the location where he had practiced two days ago.
The qi became increasingly abundant. Lin Xuan paused; this was far enough. The deeper one went into the Heart Refinement Path, the more terrifying the illusions would become.
Suddenly, the scene changed. Before him lay a vast white world, with ice covering thousands of miles and snowflakes swirling in the bitter cold wind.
Snow quickly engulfed his ankles, and he felt as if he had been frozen solid. Lin Xuan's heart tightened; could this illusion randomly change? Last time, it was the agony of being burned by fire, but now it turned into endless frigidness.
Silently, Lin Xuan sat cross-legged on the snow with a blank expression, beginning to absorb the surrounding qi.
Soon, he was frozen stiff. His hair had turned into ice needles, but he remained motionless in the snow for over twenty minutes before running out of the illusionary realm to rest and stretch his body. Once he recovered slightly, he immediately returned to his practice.
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The cold wind howled, turning snowflakes into countless sharp ice daggers that flew at Lin Xuan. Yet, the young man remained as immovable as a stone on the ground.
Two days later, Lin Xuan stood up expressionlessly and hesitated before continuing deeper into the Heart Refinement Path. The qi here was not pure enough; to break through his bottleneck, he needed even purer qi. He resolutely walked toward more terrifying illusions...
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