Chapter 44: Advancing to the Ninth Level of Martial Disciple

On this day, Qin Ming did not Cultivate. Instead, he spent the entire time teaching Azure Flame, covering everything from the most basic Alchemy to the path one should take after reaching the Pill Emperor Realm.

Explaining profound concepts in simple terms, Qin Ming and Azure Flame conversed for a long time.

The Qin Family, living room.

Qin Yuan, Qin Qing, and her mother were currently having breakfast in the living room.

Qin Yuan looked at Qin Qing in pleasant surprise:

"Minger really didn't come out of Elder Qing's room all night?"

"Really!" Qin Qing nodded with great certainty.

"I don't know what they're doing. I thought Brother would only go in for a moment, but I didn't expect him to still be there this morning.

It's so annoying that no one has been around to play with me until now!"

"Good! Good!" Qin Yuan laughed happily. "It seems Qin Ming is learning Alchemy from Elder Qing.

This way, our Qin Family will have an Alchemist who truly belongs to us, and Minger will have a very bright future."

"That's good. As long as Minger can learn Alchemy, the Qin Family will prosper in the future and will no longer have to rely on anyone!"

Mother Qin was also very happy; what parent doesn't hope for their children to be successful?

"Qin Qing, you should look for your brother less often from now on. Your brother is currently studying Alchemy, and this is a critical time. You must not disturb him."

Mother Qin looked at Qin Qing and instructed.

"I know, I know." Qin Qing grumbled as she shoveled two mouthfuls of rice, saying, "I'm finished eating, I'm going to practice my skills."

After saying that, Qin Qing ran outside with large strides.

"This child!" Mother Qin shook her head helplessly.

In Qin Ming's training room, Spiritual Qi swirled as mist rose.

"Sigh… Cultivating by consuming qi refining pills is truly too slow. I'll see if I can try consuming qi gathering pills to Cultivate instead."

Qin Ming shook his head and looked at the Low Grade qi gathering pill in his hand.

If others knew what Qin Ming was thinking, they would probably beat him to death; he had raised four Ranks in two days.

Even so, Qin Ming still felt it was slow. How were ordinary Martial Artists, who only raised one Rank every half a year, supposed to live?

Seeming to have made a firm resolution, Qin Ming stuffed the Medicinal Pill into his mouth and desperately circulated the Primordial Chaos Technique.

"It hurts!" Qin Ming felt as if what he had swallowed wasn't a qi gathering pill, but a piece of poison.

"Faster, absorb it, absorb it faster for me!" Qin Ming shouted desperately in his heart, frantically organizing the muscles and bones of his entire body to absorb the Spiritual Qi within the Medicinal Pill.

Fortunately, this was only the worst kind of Low Grade qi gathering pill; if it had been High Grade, Qin Ming would have had no choice but to spit it out.

"Whew… I've finally finished absorbing the Spiritual Qi inside the Medicinal Pill. My strength should be even greater now, right?

My body should also be even sturdier."

Qin Ming clenched his small fists, feeling the daily changes in himself, and laughed out loud with joy.

"I am now at the ninth level of Martial Disciple. It seems the Spiritual Qi inside a qi gathering pill is indeed incomparable to a qi refining pill."

With three days being one Reincarnation cycle, it seems I will only need a little over a month to Breakthrough to the Martial Master Realm.

A little over a month, hmm… that's not very slow anymore.

If it weren't for the sake of building a solid foundation, Qin Ming could actually Breakthrough right now.

However, Qin Ming's goal was not merely to restore his martial arts cultivation from his previous life; his goal was to become a Martial God.

Without a good foundation, how could he possibly Breakthrough to the Martial God Realm?

"Now it's time to test exactly how much strength I have."

Thinking of this, Qin Ming walked over to a Strength-testing Bluestone and exerted force to lift one.

This bluestone weighed a thousand catties, and Qin Ming lifted it with ease.

"Too light!"

Qin Ming tossed the bluestone onto the ground casually. The stone hit the ground with a 'thud,' smashing a small hole into the surface.