My Two-sided Cultivation: Starting From Collecting Experiences

264  Green Cloud Temple

Qin Huai gazed at the slowly floating dragon head and couldn't help but walk toward it.

The dragon's head was even bigger than his courtyard, its crystal-clear white bones resembling jade and emitting a dazzling light. He approached the dragon bone, and the terrifying aura as huge as mountains and seas smashed down with a violent wind.

Qin Huai squinted his eyes at the strong wind but did not feel any heavy pressure. His entire body seemed to be enveloped by the majestic aura of the dragon corpse, and he felt warm and comfortable with an indescribable feeling.

Somehow, Qin Huai felt that he was connected to the dragon corpse. He felt something was wrong. Their hearts and bones should be connected.

Qin Huai raised his hand slightly, and the dragon corpse also raised its five claws. The hundred-meter-long body could be affected by a single move, and the entire secret chamber rumbled while the dust shook.

"As expected! One can really control the dragon corpse?" Qin Huai was excited, and his eyes brimmed with vigor.

He could feel the terrifying power of the dragon corpse. Even if he faced Six-fingered Zou Shuang and Fatty Ji Yuan at the same time, he was confident that he could kill them in an instant.

Suddenly, Qin Huai's face turned pale.

Boom!

The huge dragon head suddenly smashed heavily onto the ground and drowned Qin Huai. He collapsed onto the ground, greedily breathing in the air.

"Exhausted already?" Qin Huai muttered. The surging aura of a white dragon still present on his body stunned him.

He quickly sat cross-legged on the spot and focused on his dantian.

In the world of his dantian, the dragon king in the dragon pearl had fallen asleep, and the power and pure white light on his body had begun to dim.

"So it's all thanks to the dragon king's power," Qin Huai recalled, thinking back to the first time he had comprehended it, which seemed to have been because the dragon king had touched the dragon corpse.

"Now that the dragon king is strong, it can directly affect the dragon corpse," he said, pondering if it was some sort of suppression from the bloodline.

"But no matter how powerful the dragon king is, it's just a form of force cultivated by the nine dragons true qi technique. It's incredible that it can actually affect the dragon corpse…

"Will I become a dragon when I reach the end of my cultivation?" he wondered, considering that the patterned bone was meant to engrave the aura onto the martial artist's bones, forming dragon patterns.

If he entered a higher realm, could it be that his soul would be engraved with a dragon or that his flesh and organs were somehow connected to it? Qin Huai had no answer to this.

The resplendent 'great sun' shone with golden light as Qin Huai activated the blood heart technique to its maximum.

Gradually, his face turned red, and even though the dragon king's might had yet to recover, Qin Huai's physical body had already caught its breath. He slowly stood up and crawled out of the dragon's head.

The dragon corpse was hidden deep underground, so the tremors did not seem to have attracted any attention.

"The current force is still not strong enough. Or perhaps because the power is too weak that the dragon king can't grow, so he can't control the dragon corpse for a long time," Qin Huai mused, his gaze wavering.

His white dragon force had already reached the fifth-level bone pattern realm, but even so, he could only lift the dragon corpse slightly and move it for a few breaths.

"Perhaps I need to wait until my white dragon force reaches 600 or even 700 to 800 before I can control the dragon corpse and use it to fight the enemy,' Qin Huai thought, his heart surging.

According to his current cultivation speed, that day would not be too far away.

After some time, Qin Huai walked out of the Hundred Treasures Pavilion, feeling somewhat exhausted.

Just as he entered the courtyard, the rich fragrance of rice assailed his nostrils. Then, he saw a beautiful figure in a red dress, busy in front of the stove.

"Husband, you're back," Li Shaoxiang said, her eyes burning with passion. She held the egg custard in her hand, a pot of potato stew, and a plate of pickled radish.

"It's been hard on Wifey."

Qin Huai and Li Shaoxiang walked into the house and sat at the dining table, quietly eating. A peaceful and soothing atmosphere filled the air between the two of them.

Qin Huai enjoyed these moments, where he could temporarily put aside all his worries and just quietly look at the beauty while eating the fragrant white rice and hot dishes.

This was the peaceful life he had been pursuing. Unfortunately, this was a world where martial arts reigned supreme, and there was no sufficient strength. This kind of life was a fantasy.

Even if they hid in the remote mountains and forests, it would not work because most of them were the territory of magical beasts. Moreover, there was also a crazy existence like the Sacred Heart sect. As far as he knew, countless remote villages had already been massacred by them, becoming food for their subordinates.

'This world is probably sick,' Qin Huai sighed in his heart.

For the past month, they had spent most of their time traveling between the Nine Dragons sect and Niu Mountain. After cultivating in the secret chamber late at night, he would return to sleep for four hours before rushing to Niu Mountain at dawn.

Even though the Sacred Heart sect had been suppressed by Qin Huai to the point where they didn't dare to show themselves, they still had to be careful.

The mining of ores in Niu Mountain was in full swing because Erli River and Dog Tree Mountain were temporarily abandoned.

Even if he had to risk being ambushed by the Sacred Heart sect, he could not stop. He had no choice. Over ten thousand people in the sect were waiting for food and cultivation resources, and the difference between having one more mountain or one less mountain was like the difference between heaven and earth.

"Madam, you once told me that you went to Pingnan City because a Daoist from the Green Cloud Temple gave you a prophecy. Who is that Daoist?" Qin Huai asked.

If he wanted to destroy the Sacred Heart sect, he had to understand them better. At the very least, he had to know what the black sticky liquid that he had seen that night that swallowed thousands of civilians, warriors, and even flames was.