“Unfortunately, my Dao energy is insufficient…”

After the initial surprise, An Qisheng sighed softly.

There were two search modes in the Dao Yi Diagram: a general search and a detailed search, the latter consuming a hundred times more energy than the former.

For example, the general information about Tong Zhengyang was as mentioned above. But for detailed information, not only Tong Zhengyang himself but also everyone he had ever met and everything he had ever experienced in his life would be included.

Unfortunately, he only had ten points of Dao energy now. To know everything, he would need a thousand points of Dao energy, which he naturally didn't have.

After a sigh, he could only keep this matter in mind.

Following Tong Zhengyang's life trajectory, lines of text listed his cultivation methods and martial arts:

[Cultivation Methods: Wangquan镇岳剑 (Wangquan Suppressing Mountain Sword), Tai Bai Ji Gang Jing (Tai Bai Extreme Yang Scripture), Dragon-Tiger Pure Yang Qi, Tian Long You Xian Bu (Sky Dragon Roaming Immortal Steps), Zhetian (Sky Covering) Great Handprint, Silent Palm, Tianbo Hengdu Fa (Sky Wave Crossing Method), Tianxiang Zhi (Celestial Elephant Finger), Huanyin Quan (Phantom Sound Fist), Rupture Saber...]

Compared to Wang Quan's pitiful few skills, Tong Zhengyang had an abundance of them.

From internal cultivation to external techniques, from swordsmanship to saber techniques, from fist, palm, and finger techniques to lightness skills, there were dozens of them!

"These ten points of Dao energy were not spent in vain…"

An Qisheng nodded inwardly.

Although he could enter Tong Zhengyang's dream at any time, summarizing all the cultivation methods was not something that could be done overnight.

But with just one point of Dao energy, all the cultivation methods had already been extracted from Tong Zhengyang's memory by the Dao Yi Diagram.

He could obtain all the cultivation methods listed by the Dao Yi Diagram.

However, it was just the cultivation methods themselves.

To obtain Tong Zhengyang's experience with these cultivation methods, in addition to entering the dream, it would also cost more Dao energy.

From this perspective, the more Dao energy, the better.

"Huh?"

An Qisheng was about to examine the cultivation methods in detail when his heart suddenly stirred, and he opened his eyes.

Not far away, a small, chubby maidservant was walking over, holding a porcelain bowl.

"My lady instructed me to bring some dry food for the Daoist priest. Please don't be disgusted."

The maid pursed her lips.

An Qisheng gently pulled his arm away from the two children and cupped his hands:

"Then this old Daoist will thank the young lady."

"What is the Daoist's name?"

The little chubby maid handed over the porcelain bowl, which contained two flatbreads and three steamed buns.

"...This old Daoist's Daoist name is Wang Quan."

An Qisheng thought for a moment and decided to reveal the old Daoist's name.

"Wealth and glory, Wangquan (Royal Power) and Slaughter? Daoist's name is really domineering."

The little maidservant was stunned. She didn't expect this unkempt old Daoist to have such a domineering name.

"Not the 'power' of power, but…"

An Qisheng was about to retort when his heart suddenly jumped:

"Wang Quan, Wangquan (Royal Authority), Daoist Wang Quan, Wangquan Sword? The Wangquan Sword recognizes me as its master, could it be…"

With this thought, An Qisheng's mind became somewhat confused.

"Daoist Wang Quan?"

The chubby maid waved her hand in front of his eyes.

"It's nothing, I'm just old and prone to being absent-minded."

An Qisheng regained his senses, forced a smile, and took the porcelain bowl.

"Then I'll take my leave."

The chubby maid looked at him with some pity and jogged to catch up with the carriage in front.

"Am I Daoist Wang Quan? Is Daoist Wang Quan me?"

Lying back on the pile of sundries, An Qisheng's mind was filled with thoughts.

In fact, he had already begun to suspect when he obtained part of Wang Quan's memory and didn't find a single word about Tong Zhengyang and the Wangquan Sword.

He just didn't expect that he might actually be Daoist Wang Quan.

But wasn't this another paradox?

With a thought, he communicated with the Dao Yi Diagram again:

"Dao Yi Diagram, how much Dao energy is needed to know the origin of the Wangquan Sword?"

A flash of light appeared in his vision, and words cascaded down like a waterfall:

[Searching for the origin of the Wangquan Sword requires 10,000 points of Dao energy]

"10,000 points…"

An Qisheng rested his head on his arm, his eyes flickering.

.......

The official road was uneven, and in many places, it was impossible to drive on. It was necessary to temporarily pave the road or detour.

It was when the three great suns in the sky shone side by side that they arrived at Nanliang County.

The stone walls of the city were more than ten feet high. Before the city walls, the several official roads that led here finally became smooth. At the intersection of the roads, the flow of people gradually increased.

The sounds of people were loud and lively.

An Qisheng sat up and looked around.

Other people's memories were still other people's memories, different from what he perceived himself.

Carriages, horses, people, vendors, women, merchants, soldiers, martial artists, city gates, voices, shouts, arguments...

Everything was reflected in his slightly blurred vision and then transmitted to his mind.

In An Qisheng's heart, this world suddenly became vivid in his eyes.

"Jiu Fu Realm…"

An Qisheng's heart was somewhat restless.

"Master…"

"We've arrived at the county!"

At this time, the two children also woke up.

"Daoist, I'll take you here. Entering the city with a merchant caravan is different from entering as a pedestrian. You need to be inspected."

The guard from before came over and cupped his fists.

"Thank you."

An Qisheng got off the carriage.

"Flatbread, steamed buns."

Jiang Tingting had sharp eyes and immediately saw the dry food placed in the porcelain bowl.

"This was given by that young lady. Eat it if you're hungry."

An Qisheng smiled slightly.

The two little guys were already gobbling up the steamed buns.

"Farewell then."

An Qisheng cupped his hands and led the two little guys towards the city gate.

After eating the dry food and resting for a while, as long as they weren't running, they didn't need to be supported for everyday walking.

Walking into the crowd, listening to the language that was completely different from Xuan Xing, An Qisheng felt a sense of wonder.

The two little guys didn't care at all, each holding a steamed bun, eating with great relish.

Following the flow of people into the city, the streets of Nanliang County were straight and flat, completely different from the uneven official road.

"Candied hawthorns~~~"

"High-quality floral cloth, high-quality silk, custom-made all kinds of clothing!"

"Hundred-refined steel saber, cuts iron like mud, an essential item for traveling the martial world."

The straight street led deep into the city, with buildings lined up on both sides, and various small vendors were hawking their wares along the street.

The crowd was bustling. Although it was only a county town, it was very lively.

An Qisheng wasn't surprised. This world was constantly at war, and wild animals often injured people in the wild. The city with its thick walls naturally gave people a sense of security.

Naturally, people would flock to the county town.

Walking along the street, An Qisheng's sense of novelty didn't diminish. But thinking that the two little guys hadn't had a good rest, he casually found an inn.

The innkeeper was initially unwilling to accommodate them because the three of them were dirty. But after An Qisheng took out some silver, his attitude immediately became enthusiastic.

The charm of silver was enough to make people ignore everything.

In a room on the third floor of the inn, mist swirled, and steam rose. The two little guys, who had been washed clean and changed into new clothes, were diligently scrubbing their master's body.

After being robbed of his virgin boy internal energy, the old Daoist had been lying down for twenty days, and his body was almost rotten. It took two washes for the decaying stench to dissipate.

Fortunately, the old Daoist didn't have many teeth, so he didn't need to brush them.

This was a sad thing.

After all the fuss, it was already dark. An Qisheng ordered a table of food, let the two little guys eat their fill, and then finally settled down.

A faint red light shone in from the window, combining with the weak light of the candlelight.

An Qisheng sat on the bed, carefully examining the bronze mirror.

In the bronze mirror, the old Daoist, after being washed, was free of decay, his white hair adding a touch of immortal elegance.

It had to be said that if he wasn't too old, his appearance would be quite good.

"An old Daoist and two children, revealing silver today, may attract unwanted attention. The bandits from Serpent Mountain might also come looking... And that Kong San from the Extreme God Sect, was it really a coincidence that he took the old Daoist's internal energy?"

An Qisheng breathed out a mouthful of air, complex thoughts expelled from his body:

"It's time to start cultivating…"

The martial arts of this world were very different from Xuan Xing from the beginning. Although before true qi, it was all about tempering muscles, bones, skin, and flesh, but this world used internal energy to temper the body.

And the reason for tempering the body was to withstand the violent spiritual qi of the heavens and earth.

Therefore, the first step in the martial arts of this world was to cultivate qi sensation and generate internal energy.

Although the martial arts were extremely popular in this world, and there were many martial artists in the martial world, it didn't mean that internal energy manuals were easy to obtain.

According to normal people, you would become a disciple at the age of seven, do chores for three years, be an apprentice for three years, and then be assessed for another three years before you might have the chance to learn an internal energy manual.

And the master would often hold back a secret technique.

Internal energy manuals were not easy to come by.

"I need to cultivate internal energy first…"

An Qisheng murmured in his heart, and the several internal energy cultivation manuals he knew already appeared in his mind.

Martial arts, martial arts, internal energy cultivation was "gong" (功), and fist, foot, saber, and spear techniques were "wu" (武).

Only when "gong" was achieved could "wu" be achieved.

This was the common knowledge and understanding of the martial artists of this world.

The Nameless Virgin Boy Skill of the old Wang Quan, the Containing Light Breathing Method of Tong Zhengyang, the Dragon-Tiger Pure Yang Qi, and the Tai Bai Extreme Yang Scripture were all "gong."

However, the Tai Bai Extreme Yang Scripture could only be cultivated after condensing the meridians, and the Dragon-Tiger Pure Yang Qi could only be cultivated after blood exchange.

The only choices he had were the Nameless Virgin Boy Skill and the Containing Light Breathing Method.

And in his estimation, the value of the two should be about the same. However, compared to the Containing Light Breathing Method, the Virgin Boy Skill was more suitable for the Dragon-Tiger Pure Yang Qi.

After all, Tong Zhengyang had no inheritance. The Dragon-Tiger Pure Yang Qi was just something he snatched from the Dragon-Tiger Sect, and it wasn't a perfect match for the Containing Light Breathing Method he cultivated.

"Then let it be the Virgin Boy Skill…"

An Qisheng's heart stirred, and the incantation for practicing the Virgin Boy Skill, the precautions, and the key points already appeared in his mind.

The Virgin Boy Skill was not a static exercise but a dynamic one.

As the name implied, cultivation required a series of complex movements to fully mobilize the body and generate internal energy within.

"If an ordinary ninety-year-old man were to practice these movements, I'm afraid he would be sent away before he finished one set…"

An Qisheng thought to himself and began to make various movements.

His movements were slow and careful. Although he had complete control over this body, the nearly emptied and decaying body couldn't withstand too much strenuous exercise.

Perhaps it was because this body already had a memory of these movements, or perhaps An Qisheng's control over the body was amazing.

He actually managed to perform this set of movements, which would be comparable to high-difficulty yoga in the eyes of ordinary people, in one go.

Hoo~

While exercising, An Qisheng constantly adjusted his breathing.

Three exhales and one inhale, rising and falling.

Repeatedly, cycle after cycle.

Gradually, An Qisheng keenly sensed a stream of air rising in his abdomen, gradually spreading throughout his body.

"It's done just like that?"

An Qisheng's thought flashed, but his movements didn't stop.

Rhythmic breathing combined with a series of complex movements pushed that stream of heat throughout his body.

He only felt warmth wherever the inner qi traveled, and the fatigue and tiredness disappeared. After the entire body completed a complete cycle, there was an exhilarating feeling of being cleansed in body and mind!

This feeling was like parched land being nourished and someone about to die of thirst drinking spring water!

After just one cycle, An Qisheng felt as if this body had become a few years younger.

It was simply immediate!