That was impossible to talk about.

An Qisheng always subconsciously forgot that his body was already a ninety-year-old man.

Although those with internal energy generally live longer than ordinary people, even with a successful Blood Exchange Skill, they only live to one hundred and fifty. Only the achievement of Qi Channels can exceed this lifespan.

At over ninety years old, he was truly considered very old among ordinary people.

"Old Daoist, please don't mind me. I spoke without thinking."

Seeing that An Qisheng didn't speak, the shopkeeper was somewhat apologetic. Most older people didn't like others mentioning their age.

"Everyone goes through birth, aging, sickness, and death. There's nothing that can't be said."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly and put down the dagger:

"Let's sell it all together."

Although this dagger was well-crafted, he didn't use daggers, so keeping it would be useless.

"You're straightforward, old sir, so I won't beat around the bush. Seven long knives for twenty-three taels, the dagger for fifty taels. I'll add a bit more, making it seventy-five taels in total."

Rarely encountering someone who didn't haggle, the shopkeeper was in a good mood. He tapped his abacus a few times and took out silver from the counter:

"Here are twenty-five taels of silver, and a fifty-tael silver note from Tianrun Bank. Please keep them safe! Tianrun Bank is all over Dafeng, so you don't have to worry about its reputation. You can exchange the note for silver in any Tianrun Bank branch in Dafeng."

"Alright."

An Qisheng put away the silver and the silver note, then turned and left the weapon shop.

Although the weapons in this shop were good, they didn't catch his eye, so he had no desire to buy anything.

Afterward, he took the two children to get some clothes, ordered two Daoist robes, and took them around for a while.

Money flowed like water along the way.

Although Nanliang County wasn't big, it had all kinds of businesses. Every industry was represented, and many shops covered most daily necessities.

Unfortunately, An Qisheng couldn't find the finished pills he needed most, such as those that aided internal energy cultivation or healed injuries. At least, Nanliang County didn't have them.

Therefore, he bought a large batch of medicinal herbs, planning to refine the pills himself when he returned.

Old Daoist Wang Quan didn't know how to concoct any pills, but in Tong Zhengyang's memories, there were quite a few pill formulas, all of which he had snatched.

Moreover, many of them were very suitable for him now.

"Tingting, Hao Hao, help your teacher grind these medicinal herbs into powder. Remember not to mix them together; they must be placed separately."

After putting down the large pile of things he bought, the two children started to move at An Qisheng's instructions.

In the past half month, besides soaking in medicinal baths, he had been studying the making of pills.

He was also proficient in mystical medicine in his previous life. Although the medical Dao in the two worlds were different, he learned quickly. In half a month, he had mastered several pill formulas that Tong Zhengyang knew, which assisted in internal energy cultivation.

An Qisheng silently pondered the pill formulas in his mind, matching them one by one with the medicinal materials.

Formulas for pills that aided internal energy cultivation were top secrets that no force or sect would ever allow to be leaked.

These pill formulas that Tong Zhengyang had snatched weren't that good. The best among them was the Golden Jade Pill, which An Qisheng was about to refine.

Taking one pill would only increase internal energy by a few months.

Compared to the legendary Great and Small Return Pills of the Huangjue Temple, the Human and God Pills of the Jishen Sect, the Moonflower Frost Condensation of the Baiyue Villa, the Heaven, Earth, and Human Origin Great Pills of the Zhengang Dao, and the Six Prisons Sacred Pills of the Six Prisons Demonic Sect, it was far, far inferior.

It was said that one Small Return Pill from the Huangjue Temple could increase internal energy by thirty years, and one Great Return Pill could increase internal energy by sixty years.

One pill was equivalent to the internal energy Wang Quan, the old Daoist, had diligently cultivated in his seventy years of Boy Practice.

*Gurgle…*

The thick medicinal liquid bubbled, and the two children frowned at the pungent smell.

An Qisheng controlled the heat, and every so often, he had the two children add medicinal materials.

The essence of any pill lay in the dosage, time, heat, and the proportion of mixing.

An Qisheng had tried this countless times in his dreams, so it was naturally not a problem.

This concoction lasted until evening.

The huge pot of medicinal liquid, hundreds of pounds of medicinal materials, and water, were finally reduced to a thin layer, as thick as mercury.

"Finally done…"

It wasn't until the red moon rose that An Qisheng breathed a sigh of relief, as this was considered a success.

As long as the medicinal liquid was dried and made into pills, it could be stored for a long time.

The two children had long been unable to resist and had gone back to sleep.

An Qisheng carefully collected the dark medicinal liquid, not wasting the last layer, pouring it into a basin of water, boiling it, and drinking it down.

*Hu~*

As the medicinal liquid entered his stomach, his internal organs felt warm and comfortable.

Immediately afterward, a rolling heat spread out from his internal organs, reaching his limbs and torso, entering every part of his body, until every tiny place gradually became hot.

In An Qisheng's perception, as the heat dissipated, the internal energy in his body spontaneously moved.

It was ten times more active than when he usually circulated the Boy Practice.

With his powerful control over his physical body, he could almost detect every change in his body.

His physical body was becoming stronger!

"This effect…"

An Qisheng's eyes lit up, realizing the difference in the medicinal effects between the two worlds.

On Xuanxing, even if he swallowed the most nourishing medicinal materials, it would not be possible to have such an immediate effect.

*Hu!*

While pleasantly surprised, An Qisheng didn't want to waste any medicinal power.

With a movement of his body, he began to practice boxing in the courtyard.

*Hu!*

*Xi!*

Inhale!

Exhale!

With each breath and each rise and fall, An Qisheng's eyes were half-closed, and the heat spreading through his body not only did not dissipate but also accumulated more and more.

For the first time, he felt the taste of abundant internal energy.

As the Boy Practice circulated, the internal energy in his body was visibly growing, nourishing his body and filling the deficit!

*Huhu…*

In the red moon, amidst the howling night wind, An Qisheng forgot himself and punched again and again.

The movements became faster and faster, more and more skilled.

At one moment, he suddenly closed his eyes, his mind relaxed and entered a deep sleep, while his body still punched spontaneously!

This continued all night long!

The next day, the sun was high in the sky.

Jiang Tingting yawned as she walked out of the house and was immediately stunned.

She saw that the small courtyard was steaming with mist, like a vigorously boiling kettle, and hot waves of heat were hitting her.

In the cloud-like white air, a figure was vaguely practicing boxing.

Like an immortal.

"Master…"

The little girl was stunned.

She had seen her master practice boxing before, but she had never seen anything like this.

In her perception, her master seemed to have turned into a raging furnace, a big sun, making people afraid to approach!

*Hu…*

Suddenly, a huge inhalation sound came from the dense fog.

Jiang Tingting watched as her master seemed to be standing but not standing, squatting but not squatting, his mouth slightly open, and the air and water mist in the courtyard were almost sucked into his mouth in one breath.

This breath was so long that it seemed to suck all the air in the entire courtyard into his mouth.

Jiang Tingting unconsciously held her breath, but even when her little face turned red, this breath was not finished!

*Hu!*

A full two minutes later, An Qisheng's long inhalation finally stopped, and then, a large breath of air was exhaled from his body.

*Huhu…*

It was as if a strong wind had suddenly risen, and the dust and fallen leaves in the courtyard were blown into the sky.

"Hu~~~"

While exhaling, An Qisheng slowly closed his stance. The blood and heat that had been boiling in his body all night finally disappeared.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but the wrinkles on his face had smoothed out a lot, and his withered yellow face had become rosy.

"That basin of medicinal liquid is comparable to three months of my hard training…"

An Qisheng was full of energy.

His speed of cultivating internal energy was already four or five times faster than Wang Quan, the old Daoist.

Although this basin of medicinal liquid was not as effective as pills, it was good because of the large quantity. One night of cultivation was actually comparable to more than three months of his hard training.

If it were placed on Wang Quan, the old Daoist, it would be the result of more than a year of his hard meditation!

The effect was simply immediate!

"Master."

Jiang Tingting rushed into An Qisheng's arms, then pushed away with a 'ya' sound, as if electrocuted:

"Master, you're so hot."

An Qisheng slowly calmed his breath, stepped forward, picked up the little girl, and rubbed her little nose:

"Tingting, do you want to learn martial arts?"

Feeling the warm breath on her master's body, Jiang Tingting tilted her head: "Can it make me hot like Master? Then Tingting won't be cold when she sleeps at night."

"What is this? There are even more fun things."

An Qisheng smiled slightly.

The benefits of more than half a month of medicinal baths, deep sleep, and his own improved Boy Practice finally erupted under this basin of medicinal liquid.

It swept away the body's deficit in one fell swoop.

Except for not having Wang Quan, the old Daoist's seventy years of accumulated Boy Practice internal energy, he had almost reached the realm before Wang Quan.

The three levels of external refinement had been re-refined by him!

With the blessing of internal energy, he was no less inferior to himself when he was at the Transformation realm, and even slightly stronger!

And this was only after more than half a month of his cultivation!

In the days that followed.

An Qisheng lived a simple and fulfilling life. Every day, he soaked in medicinal baths, practiced boxing, practiced his skills, and also taught Jiang Tingting and Zhang Hao Hao the Boy Practice and internal boxing.

The old Daoist had not taught the two of them martial arts before, but fortunately, he had taught them some literacy, so An Qisheng could directly teach them martial arts.

Since comprehending the knack of "the body sleeps, but the mind does not," An Qisheng no longer needed to sleep every day. At most, he would sleep for an hour or two every two or three days, and his spirit would be extremely vigorous.

Gradually, An Qisheng felt the power of deep sleep.

Being in this state for years, a person's internal organs were in a state of high coordination. Without needing to do anything, the body became stronger.

Perhaps it couldn't compare to the immediate effect of the Golden Jade Pill, but it seemed to have no end.

The Golden Jade Pill was a potent medicine. One dose would increase internal energy by several months, but it couldn't be swallowed every day, otherwise, the body would develop drug resistance, affecting the effectiveness of the medicine and causing waste.

But deep sleep could be done at any time, not only restoring physical strength but also increasing mental strength.

What's more, how much time could a person save by not needing to sleep?

Originally, dreaming already gave him twenty-four hours more of non-stop practice time than others, coupled with not needing to sleep.

One day was almost equivalent to four or five days for ordinary people!

An Qisheng liked such days very much.

Peaceful, serene, and he could feel his progress every day.

And besides himself, even some of the neighbors who were very interested in him didn't know how strong this seemingly old Daoist was.

.......

Gradually, autumn passed and winter came.

More than two months had passed again.

A heavy snow swept across Ronghua Prefecture, and the vast land was a vast expanse of white. The snow was so deep that even the official roads were impassable.

*Huhu…*

The cold wind howled.

A horse galloped wildly in the wind and snow.

Its speed was extremely fast. As it ran, the snow behind it rose, rolling like a snow dragon.

On the tall horse was a cold-looking middle-aged swordsman.

He wore a hat and carried a long knife at his waist. The wind and snow 'huhu' moved, blowing his thin clothes, fluttering loudly.

In the severe winter and heavy snow, he wore a single coat and a hat, riding a horse and carrying a knife.

He headed straight for Nanliang City.