More than a dozen attempts that evening all ended in failure.
Some failures couldn't even pinpoint a specific reason. Clearly, everything looked fine, but the feeling was just off.
However, Nangong Lingyun wasn't discouraged in the slightest.
To be able to buy a Cultivation Method that could shatter Space and ascend on the spot for 25 million, showed how terrifying its difficulty coefficient was.
He was mentally prepared for this.
Anyway, no matter how many times he failed, he could still start over, lively and kicking, the next second.
There was no way around it; a life with cheats was just that awesome.
After a good night's sleep and completing his basic exercises the next morning as usual,
after lunch, Nangong Lingyun once again entered the Virtual Space.
The original story described how Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling unintentionally relied on the wonders of the Nine Profound Arts to coincidentally cultivate this extraordinary skill using an unconscious method.
But he didn't believe in unconsciousness. Coincidence was too ethereal and uncontrollable, making people feel insecure.
He believed in his cheat, believed in mathematics, believed that everything had its own rules and tricks.
He believed that even water droplets could wear through stone.
Unsurprisingly, this day was another day of failure.
However, as the number of failures increased,
Nangong Lingyun clearly felt that he had gained a lot more insights into the " Eternal Life " Skill, as well as meridians, the human body, Yin-Yang, Cultivation, and so on.
Rereading the scriptures in the book was no longer as difficult as before, and he could resonate with them.
In some places, he could even comprehend them instantly.
It was like not knowing what true qi clash was or what cultivation deviation was, but after a fist-sized hole exploded in his lungs, and after his meridians and acupoints spewed fire, burning his whole person to ashes, he quickly understood.
In the end, knowledge gained from books is superficial; one must personally experience it to truly understand.
In the evening,
Tang San, after going through all kinds of hardships and overcoming the eighty-one tribulations, finally returned to Notting Academy.
Carrying his three-hundred-and-ninety-year-old superb Saw-Scaled Viper spirit ring, he ascended to become the third most handsome guy in Seven Dorm, second only to Nangong Lingyun and Xiao Wu, at the speed of light.
Wang Sheng and the others were amazed.
However, less than a quarter of an hour later,
he was once again bound and educated by his real mother to the point of doubting his life and exposed a full one million "gold coins," plus one instance of scamming Tang.
Xiao Wu heartlessly rubbed salt into the wound, saying:
"Tang San, Tang San, your name is destined for you to only be third. Speaking of which, why didn't your dad name you Tang Da, Tang Yi, Tang Buerbusan, or something?"
… …
As the saying goes, nine is the extreme of numbers.
Perhaps there really is some metaphysics in the dark.
On the ninth day of obtaining the " Eternal Life " Skill, the unexpected happened as expected.
That night, when Nangong Lingyun tried to simulate the Cultivation of the Supreme Yang Cultivation Method as usual,
he entered a meditative state for a full five hours.
The longest previous Cultivation session had only lasted thirty minutes before his meridians burst, and his consciousness had always been in clear control.
But this time, it was as if he had completely forgotten everything in the outside world, like he had slept a dreamless and peaceful sleep.
When he woke up, it felt like he had just started Cultivation the second before.
Especially, he discovered that his consciousness in the Virtual Space was now vastly different from before.
Inside, tyrannical true qi surged in his meridians like a great river, constantly rushing.
Almost every moment, a large amount of heaven and earth energy was being refined, then transported to his limbs and bones, strengthening and nourishing every part of his body.
Not only did he not feel the slightest discomfort, but it also filled him with a sense of power, which was clearly distinct from the previous failures.
Outside, he still looked like the same person. His appearance hadn't changed, his clothes hadn't changed, and even his expression, eyes, and aura hadn't changed in the slightest.
But the feeling he gave to those around him was earth-shattering, completely different from before.
If his original aura was a gentle Life, a domineering power, and a strong qi and blood intertwined, and none of them were very obvious or exposed,
in the eyes of people with insufficient perception, Nangong Lingyun seemed no different from ordinary children.
At most, he was just a little more handsome, a little more extraordinary, a little smarter, a little more mature and transparent in his dealings with the world, and so on.
Then at this moment,
he was simply like a small sun, scorching hot, with a huge pressure from a rolling heat wave coming from afar.
That aura was enough to shock the soul.
This performance was obviously far different from the two protagonists in Great Tang Double Dragons.
Therefore, Nangong Lingyun continued to simulate.
Nine days after nine days,
Nangong Lingyun's success rate in simulating the Supreme Yang Diagram Cultivation of the " Eternal Life " Skill slowly climbed to one hundred percent.
On this day, he simulated more than a dozen times in a row, and all of them successfully entered the gate.
Moreover, the time to succeed was constantly decreasing.
The shortest time, which was also the most recent, was even less than six minutes to find that special feeling.
He also didn't need to continue in a meditative state unconsciously for four or five hours like the first time. After discovering success, he could actively stop at any time, or deliberately prolong the time in meditation.
In four words, practice makes perfect.
Noon on the nineteenth day,
clear skies, not a cloud in sight, the scorching sun in the sky.
On the top of an uninhabited hill outside Nuoding City,
Nangong Lingyun sat cross-legged in the center of a boulder on the top of the mountain, which had been flattened with a sharp weapon, naked.
Beside him, Angel Yan gently flapped her wings, and nine terrifying spirit ring, seven black and two red, slowly pulsed and rotated around her body.
Nangong Lingyun's waist and back were straight, his hands were forming a standard Daoist mudra, and even, faintly, there seemed to be a trace of mysterious Dao rhythm lingering around him.
The power cultivated before had not been retained.
But the experience, insights, understanding, as well as the knowledge taught by Diao Chan, the righteousness explained, etc., were all clearly brought back.
Ah Yun from another world after eighteen days was no longer the same as before; he could be considered a small sage of the Daoist sect.
He closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing for a moment,
and at a certain moment, inspiration struck.
Nangong Lingyun suddenly stood up, his hands slowly waving, and he actually began to practice the postures of Tai Chi.
The Supreme Yang Diagram was a dynamic exercise. Simply put, it could only be cultivated in constant motion.
Otherwise, once the power of Supreme Yang began to gather and the Yin-Yang balance in the body was broken, the body would be instantly frozen by the invasion of cold.
As for how to move specifically, it didn't matter. Running, jumping far, or practicing random chicken boxing would all work.
And the only complete set of boxing techniques that Nangong Lingyun knew was Tai Chi, which he learned in university physical education class. This was a required course at their school.
Also, at the moment he moved,
an extremely cold and terrifying chill suddenly poured in from the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head, and then branched out into other meridians and acupoints in his body.
This wasn't an ordinary chill; even though the sun was shining brightly, his whole body still had the urge to tremble violently.
Fortunately, after the first success, he had deliberately adjusted the pain perception to zero percent in order to familiarize himself with this feeling in advance.
Not only did his movements not stop, but the force of his fists also accelerated instantly, turning from soft and cottony health-preserving boxing into fierce and unparalleled killing boxing.