บท 127: Like The River, Such Is Jing

The Purple Mist Orchid’s power could no longer be suppressed and it began to convert on its own. It was as though a volcano had erupted, and streams of Jing uncontrollably flowed all throughout his body like lava. As soon as he entered the cave, Fang Xing’s smile immediately disappeared, and he sat down while utilizing the Jing conversion spell to its utmost, turning the Jing into the more useful Qi.

The Qi was pulled into his meridians one strand at a time, the movement smooth and effortless as though taking gold from a full mine. Every single converted strand of Qi would then be purified nine times with his True Samadhi Fire, forcefully removing any impurities within to leave only the purest type behind. This method of cultivation was quite wasteful, and most ordinary people would prefer to have as much Qi inside their bodies as possible. The more Qi a person had, the further they could push their cultivation tier; never would anyone be so "picky" regarding something like this.