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

The little boy's face turned pale, and his body swayed slightly, as if he could hardly support himself.

Zhang Hao hurriedly stepped forward to support him, "What's wrong with you?" The boy forced a smile and pulled out an old book from his bosom, handing it to Zhang Hao. "I have to leave for a while, and I hope this can help you continue your cultivation." As he spoke, the boy's voice was no longer as strong as before, filled with a sigh.

Before Zhang Hao could react, the boy's figure suddenly turned into a ray of light and disappeared into the air. Zhang Hao stared blankly at the book in his hand, his heart full of doubts and worries. He wiped off the dust and finally saw the name of the book—"Seal of Immortals ."

"What a domineering name!" Zhang Hao exclaimed in a low voice. Without even looking at the content, he could feel an aura of immortality just from the title!

He was in a trance for a moment, as if seeing immortals flying and escaping the earth. The illusions appeared vividly before his eyes, then changed as if performing the process of becoming an immortal. Zhang Hao came back to his senses and looked around; the sounds and illusions were gone.

"Was it a hallucination?" Zhang Hao was skeptical and then excitedly flipped open the first page. Unexpectedly, the page was so sharp that it accidentally cut his finger, and a drop of blood fell on the paper. Suddenly, the book radiated golden light, as if something was about to break the seal within! In the blink of an eye, the ancient book flashed into Zhang Hao's forehead. This process was completely unexpected and beyond his control, and he didn't know whether it was a blessing or a curse.

He tried to connect with the book, but despite all his efforts, the book remained motionless, floating in his sea of consciousness. Just as Zhang Hao was at a loss, he had a flash of inspiration and tried to infuse all the spiritual energy he could mobilize. The book flashed with golden light and slowly opened.

The pages were densely covered with a cultivation technique, each page emitting a faint glow. The content recorded was completely different from what was recorded in the Qingchuan Sect's cultivation introduction.

As Zhang Hao tried to open the next chapter, the book seemed to be stuck and wouldn't budge.

"Is this related to my cultivation?" Zhang Hao carefully flipped through the ancient book in his consciousness. The content in the book was profound and difficult to understand, and he knew that it would take more than a day or two to cultivate the content in this book, at least not with his current abilities.

But he at least discovered that these techniques were completely different from what he had learned before.

"No wonder my heart hurt during cultivation; the cultivation methods recorded are completely different," Zhang Hao muttered to himself.

After searching for a long time, he finally understood the chapter on breaking through the Body Refinement stage.

Zhang Hao rubbed his hands excitedly and read carefully.

"Starting with the heart and ending with the heart. Only then will the flow of spiritual energy not be chaotic. Those who make mistakes will suffer minor pain at best and death at worst."

Zhang Hao: "…"

Damn it, so I almost died by accident?

Zhang Hao closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing according to the guidance in the book, feeling the spiritual energy flowing within his body. Gradually, he felt a warm stream of air surging from his heart, flowing along the meridians, and finally converging in the lower abdomen. This stream was completely different from his previous cultivation; it was purer and more powerful, eventually returning to the heart.

Zhang Hao was delighted; he knew this was the initial effect of the immortal cultivation method mentioned by the little boy.

Just as Zhang Hao was excited about the progress in his cultivation, he was interrupted.

"Brother Zhang Hao, are you there?"

"Who is it that doesn't understand and chooses this time to look for me?" Zhang Hao's cultivation was at a critical moment, and being suddenly interrupted naturally made him a little angry.

He opened the door, and the green robe fluttered in the wind; the visitor was Brother Zhao Ming, whom he hadn't seen for several days.

"Brother Zhao Ming, it's been a while," Zhang Hao immediately put on a smiling face and quickly greeted Brother Zhao Ming.

"Sorry to disturb you, but there happens to be an auction at Qingchuan Sect in two days. I came to see if you have time to attend together," Zhao Ming said with a bit of an apology.

"No, no, not at all. Speaking of which, what is the auction?"

"The sect holds an auction every six months where disciples can buy desired magical tools and pills from others. The whole sect will participate. Even cultivators from outside can sell their treasures there."

Zhang Hao immediately became excited and said quickly, "I see, I will definitely attend."

"Then it's settled. We'll meet at the training ground the day after tomorrow in the morning," Zhao Ming arranged and then left.

Zhang Hao thought for a while and realized a very serious matter.

He didn't have a penny on him.