Rebirth of Bi Gan: A Male Student Traverses the “Investiture of God”

As night fell, Zhang Hao returned to his room, gently closing the door to shut out the outside noise. Sitting on the bed, he held the Bone-Washing Pill given by Li Bao, feeling a warm current in his heart. This was more than just a pill; it was a symbol of Li Bao's trust and support.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Hao placed the pill in his mouth. It dissolved instantly, a warm stream flowing down his throat into his abdomen, spreading rapidly throughout his body. He closed his eyes and, following the methods recorded in the "Qingchuan Sect Basic Qi Cultivation Technique," began to guide the stream.

With the flow of the stream, Zhang Hao felt as if every cell in his body was cheering, greedily absorbing the power of the pill, continuously strengthening themselves.

"What is this?" Zhang Hao exclaimed in surprise.

He immediately sat upright and began to meditate. His muscles began to heat up, and his bones emitted faint sounds, as if undergoing a rebirth. He could feel that his body was undergoing an unprecedented change. Each breath seemed to communicate with the spirit energy between heaven and earth; each heartbeat appeared to synchronize with the pulse of the universe.

He felt that if he cultivated now, the effect would be twice the result with half the effort. "This is the effect of the pill that Senior Zhao Ming mentioned, where the effectiveness of cultivation is increased," Zhang Hao thought to himself.

Unconsciously, two days passed. As his cultivation deepened, Zhang Hao felt that his body seemed to have reached a limit. His muscles were taut, and his bones seemed to be undergoing a reshaping. Pain washed over him like a tide, but he gritted his teeth and persevered.

He knew this was a prelude to a breakthrough. In the cultivation novels he had read in his previous life, cultivators would experience an extreme challenge to their bodies during breakthroughs, and only by persisting could they be reborn.

A new force began to gather within Zhang Hao's body. This force was different from the true qi he had cultivated before; it was purer and more powerful. It circulated within him, constantly impacting his meridians, seeking an outlet.

Zhang Hao's consciousness began to blur. He felt as if he was in the center of a vast vortex, surrounded by endless darkness, with a single point of light flickering in the darkness—that was his power, the key to his breakthrough.

At that moment, Zhang Hao's heart began to beat violently, each beat like a drum, stirring his soul. He was surprised to find that the force did not gather in the sea of consciousness in his mind as he had expected, but instead headed straight for his heart.

What was happening? Zhang Hao's heart flickered with doubt. The elders had always said that the sea of consciousness was the source of spiritual power, the core of a cultivator's strength. But why was his power different, choosing the heart as the gathering place?

He had no time to ponder this question because he could feel that his heart was undergoing some kind of change. Each beat seemed to release a new force.

Suddenly, a heart-wrenching pain came from Zhang Hao's heart, as if his heart was rejecting the force gathering there.

Zhang Hao gritted his teeth; he felt like he was about to faint. Sweat drenched him, soaking his back. Just as Zhang Hao was about to be overwhelmed by the pain, he suddenly remembered the little boy's incantations and breathing techniques.

He immediately stopped the Qingchuan Sect's cultivation method and began to silently recite what the little boy had taught him. The sudden change was like a hammer blow to his body. Zhang Hao's mouth bled slightly, but he endured the pain and continued to cultivate. The meridians in his body flowed continuously, constantly impacting his limits. He could feel that his body was being reshaped by this force, becoming stronger with each impact.

Finally, after a violent impact, Zhang Hao felt as if his body had opened up to a new world. His meridians had become broader, and his body more resilient. He could feel that his strength had taken a qualitative leap at this moment.

Gradually, he found that the severe pain slowly dissipated, replaced by a warm energy that fused with his heart.

This energy began to circulate within his body, repairing the newly damaged bones and muscles. His bones became harder and thicker than before, and his muscles, though not large, were very strong, as if containing explosive power.

He slowly opened his eyes, a glint of brilliance flashing through them. He smiled wickedly, knowing he had successfully broken through to the fifth layer of the Body Refinement stage. His body had become stronger than before, and his power purer. He stood up, feeling the surging power within, filled with joy.

Looking in the mirror, he noticed that he had grown taller, and his once thin body had developed more muscles, every movement seemingly brimming with strength.

Zhang Hao's joy was replaced by curiosity and doubt. He had never heard of a cultivator's power gathering in the heart. The elders always said that the sea of consciousness was the source of spiritual power, the core of a cultivator's strength. But why was his power different, choosing the heart as the gathering place?

Soon, Zhang Hao dismissed this thought, deciding not to dwell on it for now. "If I have the chance to meet the little boy again, I'll ask him," Zhang Hao thought to himself.

"I wonder how Lin Yue and the others are doing with their cultivation?" Zhang Hao pondered as he opened the door and headed towards the mountain's cultivation field; he couldn't wait to test his current abilities.