Chapter 173 - The Way Of Cultivation (2/2)

”Well, as I said before you can have a different number of spirit veins and there are different types of them, too. For example, you could have a fire spirit vein or a water spirit vein or even a mutated one like an ice spirit vein. To cultivate means to somehow use these spirit veins to draw in the corresponding energy.

So, if you have a heavenly water spirit vein, then you would draw in water energy. If you have paired spirit veins of water and air, then you take in the energy of water and air and so forth. The energy you've taken in would then condense inside your body, forming something that is called the dantian. After it is formed you can store energy inside.”

Qiu Ling frowned.

”I know it's hard to understand if you don't have spirit veins at all.”

”No, I …” Qiu Ling pondered. He hadn't shown his magic inside the human realm at all. Well, he had done it once when he thought about sleeping with Jing Yi and used his magic to close the door. No, actually, he had also used his magic to call that cloud down that they had used to get to the capital. But disregarding these two times he really hadn't shown his magic!

Actually, now that he thought about it, shouldn't his beloved know that he knew magic? He looked at Jing Yi appraisingly but his beloved's gaze actually only showed doubt. He really hadn't noticed. Qiu Ling didn't know if he should be happy or sad about it. Shouldn't his love notice something this important about him?

It wasn't that strange for Jing Yi to not have noticed. After all, he had been occupied with trying to get Qiu Ling off of him when he used his magic to close the door. And in regards to the cloud … Well, Jing Yi hadn't seen much magic in his life but he had seen one magical artifact. He had just somehow assumed that the cloud had to be something like that. After all, he had never heard of a hero calling down clouds.

What he had heard was that you couldn't really be a cultivator and a practitioner at the same time. Him learning a bit of the sword arts from Shao Hai and Xiao Dong had only been because he still hadn't been able to take in spiritual energy when the two arrived at the sect. Thus, he had wanted to achieve at least something.

Anyway, Qiu Ling didn't dwell on the fact that Jing Yi hadn't noticed for long. He was far more interested in his other observation: What Jing Yi had described just now sounded exactly like the way a dragon would use magic.

It was probably not a good idea to expose it, though. Wouldn't someone from the sect try to test for his spirit veins if they found out he was able to use magic? He didn't even want to know what else they might find. It was alright with his master but the other people … No, it was better if they never found out. But, of course, he also wouldn't leave Jing Yi to himself.

”Come with me.” He grabbed Jing Yi's hand and just pulled him out of the teahouse without even asking for his opinion while his thoughts already raced. He had to find a suitable place to test his idea. It had to be somewhere without people and it would be best if there was enough of one element around.

Mn, his beloved held all spirit veins so it would be alright regardless of what he chose. In that case … Qiu Ling took a cautious look at Jing Yi's face. He had to help him cultivate but nobody had said that he couldn't use this opportunity to further their relationship.

”I'll take you to a place that might help.”

”Ah? Uh … Alright.” Jing Yi didn't know how to respond. He hadn't expected Qiu Ling to actually have an idea. But now … It seemed like he really had. ”Ah, wait!” Before Qiu Ling could hurry any further, Jing Yi pulled his hand to make him stop. ”Let me tell my mother first. Then we can go.”

Qiu Ling smiled. ”Sure!” He watched how Jing Yi turned around and ran inside again and a warm current coursed through his heart. Bringing that up … It seemed his beloved didn't see him as an outsider any longer. He was really, really happy seeing this. It meant they indeed had a chance to make this mortal lifetime of Jing He's a memory they both would be fond of.