Published: March 9, 2025
Especially after reaching a certain level, this becomes even more apparent. Perhaps after three or five years of cultivation, one day you suddenly realize: huh, I've reached a certain stage...
Therefore, it is impossible to feel that you have made progress after just one day of cultivation, or even less than one day—such claims are absolutely nonsense, and they don't even exist in legends!
But now, at this moment, this absolutely nonsensical thing has actually happened to Chu Yang.
Chu Yang could clearly feel that his cultivation level was increasing, and it was the kind that could be seen.
Moreover, all nine of his dantians were the same!
What was going on? Wasn’t his cultivation aptitude supposed to be the worst? How could there be such progress?
Chu Yang was completely confused.
According to Cat Nini and the Sword Spirit, his physique was supposed to be the kind with no future at all; even if he didn’t reach a dead end, his progress would be extremely slow at best!
But how could the current situation be completely opposite? He could distinctly sense a noticeable improvement!
A garbage physique with a genius's progress?
Chu Yang was filled with confusion, unable to make sense of it: Could it be that all of this was just an illusion? Was he just too anxious and hallucinating?
The assertions made by Yan Miao and the others were so definitive that at this moment, Chu Yang couldn’t dare deny this possibility.
Thus, Chu Yang began to firmly memorize the situation within his dantian, closed his eyes, and once again exerted all his energy into the Nine Heavens Divine Skill. This time, they did not open their eyes to observe intentionally, nor did they look inward.
They simply focused entirely, forgetting both himself and his surroundings as he practiced.
He only stopped when he felt his spirit had grown too fatigued to continue.
Immediately, he opened his eyes and looked inward, and then he suddenly let out a startled exclamation.
It had increased!
It had really increased!
Although it was still a very small increase, it couldn’t be said to be negligible; at most, it was just a drop in the bucket. But one must understand the difference between 'almost negligible' and 'completely negligible' is like heaven and earth, two completely different concepts!
Especially in the practice of cultivation!
Every tiny bit of progress is precious; even if it is just a drop in the bucket, it is still a significant improvement!
For a moment, Chu Yang was a bit dazed: he believed that even the most talented physique in the Nine Heavens Pavilion would not exhibit such growth during cultivation! A visible increase!
If the maximum value of a dantian is five hundred, then after that period of practice just now, he had already filled in about one five-hundredth!
No matter how talented a physique is, as long as it doesn’t rely on external forces like heavenly materials and earthly treasures for enhancement, it certainly wouldn’t have such a cultivation speed.
A garbage physique, yet faster cultivation speed than the most talented physique?
Then, can it still be called garbage? If this is still garbage, then what should those talented physiques be called—super garbage? Invincible garbage?! Immortal garbage?
Chu Yang raised his head and looked out the window.
He didn’t know when the outside had already become dotted with stars. Looking at the time, it was roughly around midnight.
When he started practicing, it was probably in the morning, with the scorching sun overhead.
By this point, the total practice time was about... half a day and half the night?
Achieving such results in half a day and half a night…
Chu Yang anxiously woke the Sword Spirit: “Come help me see, what’s going on here?”
The Sword Spirit was baffled: “What do you mean by what’s going on?”
Chu Yang stared at him, opened his mouth to speak, then closed it, opened it again, and finally, with a slight twitch of his face, said uncertainly, “Just look at my dantian, and you’ll understand what I want to ask you.”