The mountains were beautiful and there were endless mountains, like a giant dragon crawling in the human world. There was a kind of long-lasting shock that stretched for thousands of meters. Therefore, this mountain range was called the Azure Dragon Mountain.
Between the remaining veins of this mountain range, there was a remote town called Wu Town. The place was extremely extreme. It was by the side of the mountain. From a distance, it was filled with smoke. A total of over a thousand families could be considered rich.
"It really hurts!"
A murmur came from the village of Wu Zhen. The speaker was a boy of about 15 or 16 years old. He was dressed in a green robe and had a delicate and handsome face. However, there was a trace of pain on his little face. He covered his chest with his palm. Obviously, he was injured and limped forward.
Arriving in front of a simple room, Meng Fan stopped in place. He looked at the home that was normally filled with warmth and love, and his expression was one of hesitation. He immediately cleaned his clothes, fearing that he might reveal any clues.
"Damn you, Lei Tao! Just you wait! I, Meng Fan, will beat you to a pulp one day!"
As he thought back to what had just happened, Meng Fan's face couldn't help but darken.
On the way home after his cultivation, Meng Fan ran into his sworn enemy, Lei Tao. In just a few days, his opponent's strength had once again risen to the fifth level of the Refinement Realm. Furthermore, he was very powerful. He had a quarrel with a few of the youths from Wu Zhen and Meng Fan, mocking Meng Fan.
Meng Fan was only a fifteen-year-old child. In a fit of rage, he began to fight Lei Tao and the others. Meng Fan's strength was only at the second level of the Refinement Realm, so how could he possibly be a match for Lei Tao, who was at the third level of the Refinement Realm? His palm slammed into Meng Fan's chest, causing it to be covered with bruises.
Despite that, Meng Fan knew that there was a huge gap between him and Lei Tao. This was because both of them were cultivating in the symbol of power on this continent, the Primordial Qi!
The essence of pneuma, which existed between heaven and earth, existed in the world for thousands of years. It was absorbed into the body by the practitioner and was divided into eight days according to the realm. It was divided into ten levels per day, and the eight days were divided into three days and five days.
These three days were the three major realms of body refining, Qi refining, and soul refining.
However, even though these three great realms were only the foundation of one's yuan qi cultivation, an ordinary person would not be able to break through to another realm even if they spent their entire life, much less break through to the next five days.
Meng Bai had reached the second level of the Refinement Realm at the age of fifteen. As the most basic stage, he used yuan qi to nourish his body and meridians. After tidying up, Meng Fan walked into a simple and tidy room. There was nothing valuable in the room, but it was very tidy and had a kind of homely warmth.
Just as Meng Fan was about to sneak into his room, a faint voice could be heard from behind him.
"Stop, where did you go?"
The speaker was a middle-aged woman with long hair that hung over her shoulders. There were traces of time on her gentle face, but it was obvious that she must have been a beauty when she was young. She was Meng Fan's mother, Xin Lan!
Turning around, Meng Fan smiled awkwardly at his mother and said softly.
"Mother, I have just returned from training..."
Xin Lan glared at Meng Fan and said sternly, "When you went out to cultivate, your back was covered in mud and you were injured?"
Immediately, Meng Fan's face changed. Knowing that he had been discovered, he stood obediently in place. Although Meng Fan's mother, Xin Lan, did not understand any yuan qi cultivation and had a weak body, in the heart of a fifteen year old child, her parents clearly had a natural sense of dignity.
She pulled Meng Fan over to her side and undid her green robe. Xin Lan's beautiful face flickered, and she gritted her teeth. She immediately took out some of her clan's healing medicine and applied it onto Meng Fan's body, then began to reprimand him.
"Haven't I told you many times? Don't fight with others. Why don't you listen?"
Hearing this, Meng Fan pouted and argued, "I don't accept it. Lei Tao and the others are so hateful. They insulted me, and they even said that I was... a child without a father!"
As soon as her voice fell, Xin Lan's body stiffened, and a hint of darkness appeared on her face. She gently rubbed Meng Fan's wounds with her palm, then gritted her teeth and said, "I told you, don't care what others say. You just need to cultivate your Primordial Qi well. Do you understand?"
Seeing that his mother didn't look well, Meng Fan knew that he had said something wrong. He stuck out his tongue and didn't say anything else. After applying all of Meng Fan's wounds, Xin Lan stood up and said softly.
"Don't move any more over the next few days. I'll give you a head-on treatment later!"
He was the most common first-grade spirit medicine in the world.
Meng Fan knew that between heaven and earth, all the heaven and earth spirit medicines were divided into nine levels, and each of them would double the medicinal power. However, the first level spirit medicines were not rare, but for the Xinlan family, which only knew nothing about Primordial Qi cultivation, they were also extremely precious.
Any of the heaven and earth spirit medicines could clear the meridians of the cultivator's yuan qi and allow him to increase his yuan qi cultivation speed. The reason why Meng Fan ended up behind others was not because he was not diligent enough, but rather, his cultivation time was nearly double that of others.
The real difference was the spiritual herbs. Lei Tao and the others' fathers were all the supervisors in Wu Town and so on. Although there was nothing too precious, there were still many spiritual herbs under the second rank. That was why Lei Tao could quickly reach the fifth level of the Refinement Realm.
The only way for Meng Fan's family to obtain the spirit medicine was to rely on Wu Zhen to distribute it once a month. However, there were at most two stalks per month. Sometimes, the guards of Wu Zhen didn't gain much, to the extent that they didn't even have one. That was why Meng Fan's yuan qi cultivation had always been weaker than Wu Zhen's peers.
Hearing Xin Lan's words, Meng Fan frowned and asked hesitantly.
"Mother, what's wrong with the family? Your illness..."
"There's nothing wrong with my illness. I'll give it to you first. You have to cultivate."
Xin Lan smiled gently, but the moment her voice fell, she began to cough unconsciously. She covered the corner of her mouth with her hands, her body trembling and coughing incessantly.
