I Can Strengthen Everything

A thought flashed through Fang Xing's mind.

The energy contained in the eleven Perfection Level Divine True Origins was more than ten times greater than what he had refined before.

'Continue.'

Casting aside his stray thoughts, Fang Xing focused his mind and began absorbing the Divine True Origin again.

The power contained within a Perfection Level Divine True Origin was immense. As he refined them, the True Qi in his body grew even stronger.

A faint radiance lingered all around him.

A sound like rolling thunder seemed to emanate from within his body.

The Divine Organs trembled!

As he continuously absorbed the power of the Divine True Origin, his aura slowly began to rise.

...

A month passed in the blink of an eye.

For a full month and a half, Fang Xing remained secluded.

He had barely taken a single step outside Qingfeng Villa.

Winter had come. A great snow had covered the land, and as flakes drifted down, all of Cang Province City seemed to be draped in a silver carpet.

As the end of the year approached, the atmosphere in Cang Province City became a bit more lively than usual.

In the Training Room of Qingfeng Villa, a vast and powerful pressure suddenly emanated outward.

The falling snowflakes were pulverized by the pressure, turning into fine dust.

The snow around the Training Room rapidly melted away.

An invisible pressure swept out, and the air itself seemed to freeze.

Inside the Training Room, Fang Xing slowly opened his eyes and abruptly stood up.

His aura was filled with a primordial momentum.

Aided by the power of the eleven Divine True Origins, he had successfully broken through the final two Divine Organs in a single stroke.

The Five Viscera were connected, his aura now primordial!

His Cultivation had also broken through the Late Stage of the True Qi Realm, allowing him to step into the Peak of True Qi Realm in one go.

His True Qi had increased by dozens of times!

'True Qi Ninth Layer!'

Feeling the vast and boundless True Qi in his body, Fang Xing couldn't help but clench his fists.

He was at the True Qi Peak. Only the final Dragon Gate remained before he could achieve True Qi Perfection.

After tempering the Five Viscera, the final Dragon Gate was the Six Fu-Organs.

This step had to be completed in a single, successful breakthrough. Anything less was failure.

Tempering the Six Fu-Organs consecutively was far more difficult than tempering the Five Viscera.

However, Fang Xing wasn't worried about this step. As long as he had enough Essence and True Origin, he was fully confident of a successful breakthrough.

It all came down to victory through sheer volume.

With his Comprehension, that of a once-in-an-epoch genius, this barrier wasn't particularly difficult for him.

He had even already comprehended half of it.

Given time, he would be able to grasp it completely, penetrate the Profound Gate, and achieve True Qi Perfection.

Stepping out of the Training Room, Fang Xing stretched his limbs.

The abundant True Qi in his body gave him a great sense of security.

His True Qi was by no means inferior to that of a Martial Artist at True Qi Realm Perfection; it was even more powerful and pure.

This was not only due to the Longevity Technique, a Top Level Divine Skill, but also because of the immense amount of Essence and Power of True Origin he had absorbed.

In terms of True Qi alone, his total amount was even comparable to that of two Martial Artists at True Qi Realm Perfection.

This dense and pure True Qi was one of the reasons he could unleash his Martial Arts with unimaginable power.

Although the Longevity Technique wasn't a Celestial Extreme Divine Skill, it was by no means inferior to one in certain aspects.

For Inner Cultivation, the Longevity Technique remained peerless. He wouldn't need to consider changing his Cultivation Technique at least until he reached the Celestial Human Realm.

The Longevity Technique could allow him to cultivate all the way to the level of the Celestial Realm.

Besides, the gap between his current state and the Celestial Human Realm was simply worlds apart; he wasn't thinking that far ahead.

Standing in the snowy courtyard, Fang Xing practiced the Red Fire Divine Skill once.

A scorching heat swept out, and the accumulated snow in the entire villa melted almost in an instant.

By activating the Red Fire Divine Skill, he could completely change the environment of an area.

If he wasn't afraid of the impact being too great, he could have turned not just Qingfeng Villa, but the entire street from deep winter to high summer.

His immense True Qi coursed through his body, flowing through his meridians and into the Five Viscera.

With the Five Viscera connected, True Qi could also be stored within them.

It was like having a "reserve force"!

When the True Qi in his Dantian was exhausted, the True Qi in his Five Viscera could be used to replenish it.

Of course, it was basically never needed.

No one would be willing to fight to the point of True Qi exhaustion. For a Martial Artist, True Qi exhaustion basically meant their foundation was being shaken.

After practicing for a while, Fang Xing stopped.

Looking up at the falling snowflakes, Fang Xing rinsed his body, changed into a new set of clothes, and then strode out of Qingfeng Villa.

This period of cultivation had not been short. He had mentioned to Hong Miaojin before that he needed some time to cultivate, and she had agreed, only instructing him to visit the Marshal's Mansion after he was finished.

...

Snowflakes danced in the air. The ground and the houses in the distance were all covered in white, and the winter chill swept through.

Even his breath seemed to contain the cold air.

The weather was harsh and cold, but for someone of his Cultivation, the changing of the four seasons no longer had much of an effect.

Even for an ordinary True Qi Realm Martial Artist, the changing seasons had little effect.

...

At the Marshal's Mansion, a female Steward led Fang Xing into the main hall. After pouring him a cup of hot tea, the Steward spoke, "Lord Fang, please wait a moment. The Marshal will be here shortly."

"My thanks." Fang Xing nodded lightly, and the female Steward immediately left the main hall.

Holding the teacup, Fang Xing took a sip of hot tea. After waiting for a while, a set of light, quick footsteps could be heard from outside the hall.

Soon, Hong Miaojin's figure appeared in his sight, draped in a silver cloak.

Seeing Hong Miaojin appear, Fang Xing immediately rose and stepped forward. "Greetings, Marshal."

Hong Miaojin walked into the main hall. Her bright eyes sized him up, her gaze seeming as if it could pierce right through him.

A hint of surprise flickered in the depths of her bright eyes.