Incredible Insight: Cultivating Immortality at Eight, Astonishing Zhang Sanfeng

Chapter 4 – Sensing Spiritual Qi

The recently created Yin-Yang Infinite Technique was extremely powerful. Although it was only at the early postnatal realm, Ning Changge’s sensitivity to internal energy was incredibly acute.

This time, he immediately sensed Mo Shenggu outside the window.

In fact, Mo Shenggu had already come several times, each time attempting to prank his junior brother. Mo Shenggu was naturally carefree and loved to play. Being the youngest among the disciples, he was initially happy to have a junior brother. However, Ning Changge’s continuous focus on studying the scriptures had left him feeling quite frustrated.

Crack!

The wooden window opened and closed.

A young figure dressed in white Daoist robes leaped inside, his face filled with astonishment.

“Changge, you could actually sense me?” Mo Shenggu exclaimed.

In the past, he had deliberately made some noise every time he came, hoping to scare Ning Changge in the dead of night. Little did he know that Ning Changge, despite being only three years old, wasn’t an ordinary child and didn’t pay him any mind.

Now, he had been actively detected.

Ning Changge, holding a scroll of “Baopuzi – Inner Chapters,” was reading it with great interest. He glanced at Mo Shenggu and smiled.

“Seventh Senior Brother, you didn’t bother to hide your presence at all. Do you take me for a blind man?”

Mo Shenggu’s eyes brightened.

“Changge, you’ve already cultivated your internal energy and become a Postnatal martial artist?”

Ning Changge nodded nonchalantly.

“I just cultivated my internal energy tonight.”

Mo Shenggu couldn’t help but gasp. In just a few months, Ning Changge had cultivated internal energy and reached the Postnatal realm. His talent was simply monstrous. What’s more, Mo Shenggu knew that Ning Changge had devoted most of his time to reading scriptures. If he focused solely on martial arts, Mo Shenggu couldn’t even imagine how powerful Ning Changge would become.

“Such a waste of natural talent! Changge, if you could share some of your talent with me …” Mo Shenggu sighed dramatically. “I struggled for years to cultivate my first strand of internal energy, and even our Fifth Senior Brother, Zhang Cuishan, who has the best talent among us, took nearly a year.”

Ning Changge knew that his Seventh Senior Brother had a carefree personality. If he didn’t respond, he would probably leave on his own.

Mo Shenggu scratched his head, looking rather pitiful.

“Recently, there have been many significant events in the martial world. Aren’t you curious?” he tried again.

Ning Changge still didn’t lift his head.

“Not interested.”

Mo Shenggu continued, undeterred. “How about this? The recent feud between the Flower Palace and the Sword God Yan Nantian is quite something!”

“It has nothing to do with me.”

“What about the Ming Cult? Their leader, Yang Dingtian, has disappeared, and the position of the Cult Leader is up for grabs. Many formidable martial artists in the Ming Cult are eyeing that position!”

“I’m not a member of the Ming Cult.”

“…”

“Well then, how about some interesting gossip? The Direct Disciple of Cihang Jingzhai from the Great Sui Dynasty seems to be collaborating with the Evil King Shi Zhixuan!”

“…”

“And remember, the personal disciple of the Beggar Sect’s leader, Qiao Feng? He recently suppressed the Thirteen Bandits of Taihu Lake. He’s already a Master at such a young age. In due time, he might even surpass your Seventh Brother! I envy him. If I had a slightly better talent, I could go out and make our master proud,” Mo Shenggu lamented, his expression filled with envy and frustration.

Ning Changge chuckled and said, “Seventh Senior Brother, don’t be so hard on yourself. Keep practicing diligently, and someday you might catch up to Qiao Feng.”

Mo Shenggu perked up at this.

“Really? Changge, you have a discerning eye. Help me figure out when I can surpass Qiao Feng!”

The two stared at each other, and Ning Changge was left speechless.

“Alright, never mind,” Mo Shenggu conceded. “You’re not busy right now anyway. I’ve been meditating on the Pure Yang Infinite Technique for the past few days, and I could use some advice from our master when he comes out of seclusion. Can you help me with that?”

Ning Changge agreed, “Sure, I’ll help you understand the Pure Yang Infinite Technique. But first, you need to tell our master when he comes out of seclusion.”

Mo Shenggu’s eyes lit up.

“Great! Little junior brother, you’re amazing! Let me see when I can surpass Qiao Feng!”

They discussed the technique, and as Mo Shenggu listened, he became increasingly engrossed. However, when Ning Changge explained the latter part of the technique, Mo Shenggu’s forehead creased, and he began to sweat profusely.

“Stop, stop, stop! I need to find some paper and a pen to write this down!”

He couldn’t afford to be careless. After fetching paper and a pen, Mo Shenggu looked at the freshly written notes in his hands and stared blankly.

“Little junior brother, is this what you call ‘slightly comprehended’?”

This was not just “slightly comprehended.” It was a new peerless martial art! Moreover, it was built upon the foundation of the Pure Yang Infinite Technique, making it even more formidable. In the martial world, this art would undoubtedly cause a sensation, potentially leading to countless battles and disputes.

Mo Shenggu felt like he was going insane. How could his three-year-old junior brother create such a transcendent technique?

At that moment, he couldn’t wait for Song Yuanqiao and the others to return from their mission and for Master Zhang Sanfeng to come out of seclusion. He desperately needed someone to confide in.

Ning Changge smiled modestly.

“I’ve made some slight progress. Just practice it diligently. It’s slightly easier than cultivating the Pure Yang Infinite Technique. With time and effort, you might catch up to Qiao Feng.”

Mo Shenggu turned away, his thoughts in turmoil. He had a deeper understanding of Ning Changge’s monstrous talent.

“Little junior brother, I won’t bother you anymore. You must hurry and tell our master about this … um, Yin-Yang Infinite Technique.”

With that, Mo Shenggu rushed off, almost forgetting that Zhang Sanfeng was still in seclusion.

Ning Changge shook his head and chuckled.

As long as he didn’t disturb him, everything was fine.

He continued to read “Baopuzi – Inner Chapters” by the extinguished incense, and he knew that martial arts were just the foundation. Immortality was his ultimate goal. The key was how to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, a challenging problem that required a self-made solution.

In the days that followed, Ning Changge continued to practice in solitude within the scripture chamber.

Time flew by, and several months passed in the blink of an eye.

[You have cultivated the Yin-Yang Infinite Technique and gained insights into the principles of Yin and Yang, nourishing yourself with the purple qi of dawn and the lunar radiance of dusk. You have observed the spirits of heaven and earth, leading to countless realizations. You have created the Spiritual Qi Sensing Chapter!]

Ning Changge’s spirit quivered.

The Spiritual Qi Sensing Chapter began to operate. In an instant, he felt the world become vibrant and colourful. Strands of power he had never encountered before floated in the air, swirling around him and enveloping his body.

He could fully sense the vitality and strength of this power. If he could harness it, he might have a chance at immortality!

“So, this is the foundation of immortality, spiritual qi?” Ning Changge was excited.

Sensing spiritual qi meant that this world indeed allowed for immortal cultivation. This represented the feasibility of his path! All he needed to do next was create methods to absorb and refine this spiritual qi. It would be challenging, but he believed he could succeed.

On the other side, Mo Shenggu, who had been cultivating the Pure Yang Infinite Technique for several months, had greatly improved his strength.

It wasn’t because he wanted to monopolize the technique; rather, Song Yuanqiao and the others had left the mountain, and their master was in seclusion, so he had no one to share it with.

He felt both joyful and tormented.

Finally, one day, Song Yuanqiao and the others returned to the mountain!