They practiced like this for several hours in a row, and even Shang Gong Changqing, who was already a Qi cultivator, couldn't take it anymore.
Not to mention Gu Yuan, who was still just a mortal, but Gu Yuan was still enjoying it immensely. He was obsessed with the feeling of gradually improving himself.
While others need some entertainment during their cultivation, for Gu Yuan, cultivation is the best form of entertainment and relaxation.
This bittersweet feeling was quite pleasant to Gu Yuan.
In just one morning, Gu Yuan felt that his physical body had become much stronger, and his qi and blood had increased by a full 20%.
For body cultivators, the more qi and blood they can mobilize, the stronger they become.
Although Gu Yuan did not want to advance through body cultivation, since the path of Dao cultivation was difficult and arduous, at least there was still a chance to regret and change course.
The path of body cultivation can only lead to certain death, and besides...
In this world, Gu Yuan had never seen a body cultivator who had the opportunity to reach the "ninth rank," and even the eighth rank was rare.
Gu Yuan was unwilling to take the risk; he wasn't some kind of genius in physical cultivation...
After resting for a while, Gu Yuan took a breath and felt his nostrils filled with heat, and the surrounding grass had turned black and charred.
Shanggong Changqing....
Gu Yuan has witnessed all the improvements that have been made in recent days.
If nothing unexpected happens, Shang Gong Changqing should be able to reach the mid-stage of Qi Refining after practicing like this for a few more days.
This is all without a good Qi cultivation method or supplementary cultivation techniques...
This talent is truly enviable.
Shanggong Changqing sat cross-legged on the ground, absorbing spiritual energy while consolidating his cultivation, while Gu Yuan practiced some basic martial arts techniques beside him.
Gu Yuan admired these moves from ordinary martial artists from the bottom of his heart.
Although these martial arts are useless in the world of cultivators, they have been passed down, improved and researched by countless martial artists from generation to generation.
Many of these moves, if mastered to their peak, could actually injure a cultivator. But now, Gu Yuan is using them as a substitute for physical cultivation.
Let's practice first...
"Hey, you two, it's time to eat!"
From the bushes behind, Gu Yun peeked out and called out to the two, "Why has the grass turned yellow from the heat...?"
"Ah, this... I'm sorry."
Shanggong Changqing exhaled a breath of stale air, his clear eyes looking at Gu Yun with a hint of apology.
"Haha, it's alright. There's no owner here anyway. In the end, it's still the city lord's territory. It's alright, it's alright."
Gu Yun said with a smile, and Gu Yuan walked over slowly, "Are you staying for dinner today too?"
"If you don't mind the inconvenience..."
"Oh, how could that be? It's more lively with one more person. Yuan has never had many friends and doesn't like to talk much. Since you came, the food has tasted much better."
Gu Yun spoke with a smile, making Shang Gong Changqing a little embarrassed.
"Then I shall respectfully comply."
"It's just simple food, let's go."
Gu Yuan hates these polite words the most, but they are indispensable in social situations.
Interestingly, after spending a few days with Shanggong Changqing, he was quite different from some scions of noble families.
He was kind and gentle, and whether helping in the fields or interacting with ordinary people, he was impeccable. No one ever brought him food or anything else...
His refined and gentle nature didn't seem to be an act, which delayed the "face-changing moment" that Gu Yuan had been looking forward to for the past few days.
Back home, enjoying the rather sumptuous meal on the table, I have to say, Gu Yun's cooking is truly something you can never get tired of.
It's like the taste of "home" that a traveler far from home longs for.
That's a taste you can't find in "hometown" cuisine.
Gu Yuan had longed for this taste for countless years, and now he was finally able to taste it again in this life.
Meanwhile, Shanggong Changqing was also eating heartily, occasionally revealing an inexplicable smile. Gu Yuan had no idea what this guy was laughing about.
After finishing their meal, Gu Yuan and Shanggong Changqing sat down at the dining table. Gu Yuan planned to continue training his physical body in the afternoon.
"Gu Yuan, cultivation is a matter of great importance. If you rush into it, it can easily backfire."
"Brother Changqing, I am now very confident. Although there are not many records to refer to regarding the path of body cultivation, we have all witnessed the progress made in the past few days."
"That's true..."
Shanggong Changqing pondered for a moment, "However, perhaps sometimes going out for a walk to change one's mood is also a good option?"
"Well... to be honest, I don't have many friends. My only confidante died in death row. If I had to say who I can call a friend, perhaps, Brother Changqing, it would only be you."
"That's why we should go out and take a look. To be honest, several caravans will be coming to Wuxin City tonight to hold a grand auction, and there will be many treasures up for auction."
Shanggong Changqing looked at Gu Yuan seriously, "If possible, I hope you will come with me, Gu Yuan. Even if you can't cultivate in the future, broadening your horizons is essential."
After saying everything he wanted to say, Shanggong Changqing seemed a little flustered, as if he was worried that he had said something too harsh.
Just as she was about to change her mind, she saw Gu Yuan smile slightly and say, "Then, I shall respectfully comply."
"Gu Yuan, you mean...?"
"There will likely be many impolite things at the auction, so I'll have to ask Brother Changqing to take care of me then."
"Definitely, definitely!"
Shang Gong Changqing said with a smile, clearly not expecting Gu Yuan to agree so easily. Seeing that Gu Yuan also had a smile on his face, Shang Gong Changqing was very happy that his friend seemed to have emerged from the shadow of death row.
Compared to when she first came to the Gu family and treated Gu Yuan as her "benefactor," Shanggong Changqing naturally hoped to become a true "friend" with him.
And now, it seems to be developing steadily in the direction it had hoped for.
After agreeing on a time, Shanggong Changqing thanked Gu Yun and left first.
Gu Yuan was still thinking about tonight's auction house when Gu Yun put her arm around his shoulder from behind. Gu Yuan stiffened for a moment, but quickly recovered.
"What's wrong, Yun?"
"If you feel too tired, you don't have to keep going."
"I'm fine."
"Yes, I know. Our Yuan is the best. Speaking of which, Young Master Changqing is a very good person. You can trust him more."
"I know."
"I won't say anything more, just be happy tonight, don't keep a long face, I can see through your little moods~"
"Understood, Yun."
"Hmph, really, you used to call me 'sister,' it's been so long since I've heard you call me that!"
"...."
"Just say it! If you do... I'll cook your favorite braised pork belly tomorrow!"
"No...."
"One sound!"
"Stop with all this, I'm going to cultivate."
Gu Yun pouted, looking at Gu Yuan with an angry expression like a bloated pufferfish, while Gu Yuan's face showed three parts coldness, three parts disdain, and four parts indifference.
I am the master of the Way of Time, and in my previous life I was a peerless demon who was half a step into the Nine Revolutions. No one has ever dared to order me around like this!
Even if I die, I would never...
...
Half a minute later, Gu Yun walked out of the house with light steps and a big smile on her face, "Going to the market tomorrow, braised pork belly!"