Book 2: Chapter 27.1: You Are Forcing Me Too Much! (1/2)

Bai Qiuran has always had a pain in his heart.

As a cultivator in the 66,664th… no, the 66,665th layer of the Qi Refining stage, although after three thousand years, he tried to make up for all his shortcomings, there were always a few aspects that he could not make up for it.

One of them was the True Qi. The Qi Sea within Bai Qiuran was almost infinite. Even if he had an immeasurable amount of Qi right now, the goal of filling the Qi Sea was still out of reach, so the thought of compressing his Qi into True Qi has become a luxury.

Without the True Qi, he couldn’t perform some of the most basic postures for the Foundation Establishment stage, such as flying by the sword or casting spells.

Although Hand Seal could be used to make up for spells, in the end, one kind of Hand Seal could only make up for one attribute of the spell. Some spells even needed to use the true Qi to mobilize the vitality of several attributes at the same time. For such a spell, Bai Qiuran could only stare in jealous.

Riding the flying sword was even more painful in Bai Qiuran’s heart. In his youth when his master hasn’t ascended yet, his senior brother has a hobby: to take the girlfriend out for a ride, and Bai Qiuran could only stand on the mountain, watching enviously.

So after the old man said something like “You are a Qi Refining stage cultivator” and “How can you have True Qi”, Bai Qiuran felt that his blood was boiling.

However, adhering to the principle that a gentleman should speak first before use violence, Bai Qiuran was still patient, and persuaded the group of disciples who worshipped the moon worship:

“You better not do it … you will regret it, really regret it.”

“Ha, little friend, I have seen such this kind of bluff more times than the number of meals in your life.”

The Golden Core stage old man waved:

“Okay, I’ll give you a chance: if you can release a flying sword, I will consider this is your win and let you go.”

Bai Qiuran’s expression collapsed as if someone just forced him to eat shit.

“Haha, you can’t, can you?”

Behind the old man, a disciple of Moon Worshipping Sect pointed at Bai Qiuran and smiled:

“You can’t even release a flying sword, you really are bluffing. Brothers, come, let this young buy in the Qi Refining stage see what the flying sword looks like!

The disciples of Moon Worshipping Sect laughed together, and then released their respective flying swords, and some even manipulated the flying sword, deliberately dangling in front of Bai Qiuran’s nose, teasing his nerves.

“You’re forcing me too much! A group of Foundation Establishment stage cultivators combined to bully me, a Qi Refining stage cultivator. This is so unfair!”

Bai Qiuran lowered his head, his face was as black as ink, but suddenly raised his head again, and showed a cold smile to the disciples of Moon Worshipping Sect.