Kunlun Mountain is naturally a treasure land. This was Xu Lang's carefully considered choice. The environment there is certainly more suitable for cultivation than Ganziying.
The dragon veins of the world originate from Kunlun.
This saying has its own reason. No matter what, at least he should go and have a look before making a decision.
Thinking of this, Xu Lang had already decided. He was going to Kunlun Mountain, which has the title of "Ancestral Dragon Vein." If he met the requirements, settling down there might be a good choice.
Although he was reluctant to part with his fellow villagers, Xu Lang was unwilling to give up his plans to leave.
Three days later, Lao Hu and the others returned from the forest farm. They stayed at Yanzi's home. For some reason, they didn't come to Xu Lang's house, even though the two families were only separated by a wall. Xu Lang didn't ask about it either.
Another week passed, and the old secretary and the others returned. This time, their winter harvest was good. At least they didn't have to worry about food this winter. Everyone had a bright smile on their face.
For this reason, a meeting was held in the village. The old secretary first talked about the winter harvest and then severely criticized Hu Ba Yi and the others.
Even though they had hunted a human bear, they were still severely criticized. Their merits did not outweigh their demerits. If they made a mistake, they had to be punished.
Yanzi took the blame, and conveniently found Lao Hu to take the fall. Xu Lang, however, escaped punishment.
A few days later, Fatty and Lao Hu came to find Xu Lang. They said there was a sick donkey in the village. Fatty volunteered to help kill it and they got a lot of offal, as well as a whole donkey head. They invited Xu Lang to come over and have some meat.
Seeing their flattering expressions, Xu Lang didn't mention the previous deception. He took Xiong Da to Yanzi's house to eat.
During the meal, no one mentioned what happened a few days ago. Xu Lang didn't care. He simply enjoyed a lively meal with everyone and then went back to his own house to pack his things. He carefully wrapped up the only piece of porcelain he owned. Then he took out pen and paper and started writing a letter.
To be honest, Xu Lang was a little nervous about going to Kunlun Mountain, thousands of kilometers away, alone. He also didn't know if he could reach his destination safely.
The next morning, before dawn, Xu Lang reluctantly left Xiong Da behind and set off on his journey. He began to wander alone.
The reluctance of leaving, the excitement of having the sky as the limit for birds to fly, and the worries about the future made Xu Lang's heart filled with a mix of emotions.
After three arduous days, Xu Lang finally boarded the old-fashioned train that was common in this era. He sighed about the difficulties of the three-day journey. The only thing he was grateful for was that he hadn't gotten lost.
Only three days after leaving, Xu Lang was already starting to miss the comfortable life in Ganziying. At least the food and accommodation were much better than now.
Xu Lang left without telling anyone. He only left a letter behind. He didn't like goodbyes. He knew that the old secretary and Yanzi wouldn't let him go. They wouldn't feel at ease letting an eleven or twelve-year-old child leave alone.
With no choice, Xu Lang could only leave without saying goodbye. He had his own path to take.
After many twists and turns, a month later, he arrived at Gazebuqing.
A young man, looking like a beggar, stood with tears in his eyes, gazing at the distant sky. He muttered, "Finally arrived, I've had it so hard..."
This young man was Xu Lang. He had originally wanted to travel to more places, but reality often differed from expectations. In the past month, he had not only spent all his supplies, but the golden bean had long been exchanged for supplies and consumed. The thousands of kilometers of travel expenses had given him a headache.
Sitting on a giant rock, Xu Lang sat cross-legged, trying to cultivate the Qingyuan Sword Art.
Half an hour later, Xu Lang slowly opened his eyes. His delicate face showed a bright smile, like the rising sun. Just as he was full of anticipation for the future, the road ahead was full of hope and light.
Xu Lang had cultivated the Qingyuan Sword Art many times. Along the way, he had experienced various different environments, and the effect of cultivation was naturally different. However, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was roughly the same.
There were some differences, but not significant differences.
The cultivation progress at the foot of Kunlun Mountain was at least twice that of other places. The closer he got to the Kunlun Mountain range, the better the effect of cultivation. This made Xu Lang think of an idea.
When he had money in the future, he would buy a private plane to travel around the world. He would find the most suitable place for cultivation, which would naturally achieve twice the results with half the effort.
After some negotiations, Xu Lang successfully obtained his own home in Gazebuqing, even though it was just a tent. At least he had a place to live. This was undoubtedly a good start.
Gazebuqing, the altitude here was difficult for ordinary people to adapt to. There weren't many Tibetan people living here, only a few dozen families. Moreover, these dozens of families had formed a wolf-hunting team. One of them, a Kangba man named Chu Yi, gave Xu Lang a sense of familiarity.
Chu Yi's real name was Ciji. Chu Yi was the translated Chinese name. It was said that this Kangba man had a sister named Gema. She had joined the army not long ago and was said to be a military doctor, which made Chu Yi quite proud.
Chu Yi was also quite extraordinary. He was very skilled in martial arts and was a good shot. He was only in his early twenties, yet he was already the captain of the wolf-hunting team.
In the blink of an eye, two years had passed. Xu Lang had also become very familiar with the people here. Apart from helping the Tibetans with some work to earn food, he occasionally learned about firearms from Chu Yi. The rest of his time was spent in cultivation.
One night, a gust of wind suddenly blew past Xu Lang. This gust of wind formed an invisible vortex, frantically rushing into Xu Lang's body. It continued for about a quarter of an hour before stopping.
The first layer of the Qingyuan Sword Art had been cultivated successfully.
Xu Lang carefully felt the changes in his body. His five senses became extremely sharp. He felt like he had endless strength. Everything in front of him suddenly became incredibly clear. Things he couldn't see clearly before suddenly seemed to have become larger. Even the fibers of the tent could be seen clearly. His hearing also became abnormally sensitive.
Previously, when cultivating the Qingyuan Sword Art, he only strengthened the spiritual energy in his body, gradually changing his physique and senses, making Xu Lang improve in all aspects. However, he had never cultivated to the first layer with such obvious results. If strengthening the spiritual energy was a quantitative change, then this was a qualitative change.
This sudden change felt like Xu Lang had been completely reborn.
No, it wasn't like, it was like he had been completely reborn.
Feeling a foul odor emanating from his body, a liquid similar to sweat wrapped around his body, sticky and uncomfortable. This made Xu Lang speculate that it might be the effect of cultivating the first layer of the Qingyuan Sword Art, eliminating some impurities in his body.
After a quick cold shower, Xu Lang began to carefully feel the changes in his body. He stood in the tent, motionless, using his mind to feel everything around him. He found that he could sense everything within tens of meters.
Could this be divine consciousness?
Xu Lang was ecstatic. After nearly five years of hard work, he had finally cultivated the first layer of the Qingyuan Sword Art and at the same time, he had developed divine consciousness. His realm was roughly around the fourth layer of the Qi Refinement Stage.
Xu Lang felt that he could go for days without sleep without much impact. However, he hadn't experimented yet!
All his efforts had finally paid off in this moment. Xu Lang's life truly began to change from today onwards. He finally had the ability to protect himself and the confidence to explore and adventure.