My Two-sided Cultivation: Starting From Collecting Experiences

The remaining three people were the three leaders of the Blackhawk Gang. Although they had the advantage in numbers, they were poisoned and had aphrodisiacs, so their Qi and blood were unstable.

Black Fist and Black Tiger looked at each other. "Big Brother, get out of here now!"

Just as they finished speaking, they charged forward from both sides!

Qin Huai's eyes sharpened, and the wind around him rippled.

Clang!

The two leader's attacks slowed down in front of Qin Huai. In an instant, his fist struck out like lightning, smashing into their faces.

"What kind of technique is this?! Why do we feel like we're hitting a wall?" Black Tiger and Black Fist wanted to go all out and fight for their lives. However, they realized that they didn't have that ability.

They were filled with doubts, but how could Qin Huai explain?

Qin Huai was using his realm to suppress others. He was too overbearing. In a short while, the two of them were beaten to death on the spot.

"Ding! You have collected a [Breath Control Essence (Green) ], [Breath Control] Experience +140!"

"Ding! You have collected a [Breath Control Essence (Green) ], [Breath Control] Experience +136!"

Now, the only one left was Black Eagle, who did not listen to his two comrades' words to escape. Instead, he was in a recuperating state.

However, Black Eagle, who was only at level 1 blood refinement realm, was no match for Qin Huai.

He was the Blackhawk Gang's chief, who had left a shadow on Qin Huai's back in the past. In Qin Huai's hands, he was just another lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Qin Huai closed in, complementing the blood on the ground. He was like a god of death.

"Aaaaah!" Black Eagle roared and charged forward. However, under Qin Huai's Qi-nurturing technique that combined both attack and defense, he had nowhere to use it.

Pfft!

In just an instant, Black Eagle's face was flushed red as he grabbed Qin Huai's foot that was stepping on his neck.

"May I ask why you massacred the entire Blackhawk Gang? At least let me die with a clear understanding!" Black Eagle roared, his eyes almost popping out. Until now, he had never thought that the person in front of him was the 'apothecary boy'.

"I'm using Qi cultivation." Qin Huai was indifferent.

"It really is you!" Black Eagle's face was filled with endless astonishment. He couldn't understand how a kid who had only been practicing Qi cultivation for a year would be able to survive. How did he manage to slaughter the entire Blackhawk Gang?

"Can you tell me how you're doing this…" Black Eagle did not even finish his sentence. His neck was crushed by Qin Huai's foot.

"You guys attacked me first. I was only defending myself," Qin Huai muttered, but no one could hear him.

"Ding! You have collected a [Breath Control Essence (Green) ], [Breath Control] Experience +200!"

"As expected of a gang leader, you're just different." Qin Huai couldn't help but exclaim in admiration as he looked at his experience points that had suddenly skyrocketed.

The Blackhawk Gang's first master's breath control technique was definitely not low. If the two of them were to fight in the forest, he would probably be defeated. Fortunately, he had made the first move.

He looked at his personal panel.

Name: Qin Huai

[ Cultivation Method ]: [ Qi nurturing technique (level 50, 7/1000) ], [ Breath Control technique (level 7, 201/800) ]

[ Skill: Alchemy (advanced, 571/1600) ]

[ Stage: Level 2 Blood Refinement ]

His breath control technique has actually reached level 7.

Qin Huai couldn't help but click his tongue when he saw the obvious words behind the breath control technique. Unfortunately, he was still three levels away from breaking through the tenth realm of his martial arts techniques.

"But it's better than nothing."

The trip to Ghost Slope Mountain had given him an additional stealth skill. It was not in vain that he had seen the 'sincerity' of the human world in the apothecary.

Qin Huai held up a torch and searched all the members of the Blackhawk Gang on the mountain.

He only got 23 silver taels. It was not much, but not little either.

"I think he spent all the money for this banquet." Qin Huai felt regretful. If he had come earlier, he might have earned a few hundred taels.

Bandits were bandits. Once they had money, they would squander it crazily. In the end, it was because they got money too quickly and didn't know how precious it was.

However, 23 taels of silver was not a small amount. After he became Liu Changyue's disciple, his monthly salary was only two taels of silver. This money was almost a year's worth of his salary.

Qin Huai fumbled around again and finally found a small wooden house that was only a meter tall. Torches were lit all around, like an altar.

"Strange, this house is so small, and it's even built in the middle of the Blackhawk Gang." Qin Huai frowned.

He gently pushed the wooden door open. There was only an altar inside, and a scripture was placed on it.

Qin Huai took it out. It was an ancient yellow book that emitted a strange fishy stench.

"What a disgusting smell." Qin Huai sniffed it carefully, but he couldn't tell what it was.

It was strange. His medicinal skills had already reached a high level. Even if the smell of many strange and rare medicinal herbs and poisons had been engraved into his body, he could not identify the smell of this scripture.

He wiped the dirty cover. On the cover was written "Breath Control Technique," and at the bottom were the words "Jiang Ling's Jiang Family."

"It must be the blood that flowed from the fight for the secret manual." Qin Huai guessed, but he still felt uneasy. He had never heard of the Jiang family, but he thought it should be a big clan.

He took the secret manual back to the bonfire and found that the content was no different from the breath control technique he had cultivated. After a little hesitation, he threw it into the fire.

He was afraid that this strange smell was a method used by the Jiang clan of River Tomb to find cultivation techniques. So, it was better to burn this kind of thing that was stolen by killing people if it could not be converted in time.

Moreover, selling it to others might get him into unnecessary trouble. Too many people had gotten themselves killed because of their greed. Besides, he had already learned the breath control technique. Keeping it in his hands would do more harm than good.

"Eh?" Qin Huai stopped in his tracks. This was because he found that an experience ball had appeared in the fire.

No, to be precise, an experience ball appeared in the breath control skill book. And it was purple!

Qin Huai quickly picked up the purple experience ball.

"Ding! You have collected a [Breath Control Essence (Purple) ], [Breath Control] Experience +3000!"

"3,000 experience points?" Qin Huai was shocked and quickly rubbed his eyes. He looked at it a few times before he was sure that he was not mistaken.

He had massacred the entire Blackhawk Gang, yet he did not even get 3,000 experience points. He had gained 3000 experience points just by burning a manual!

"Could it be that it's best to burn secret manuals and cultivation techniques in the future?" Qin Huai was speechless.

He stood still. This was because he could feel the subtle Qi and blood boiling in his body.

"Oh, yeah. My breath control technique has also reached level 10. If it were an ordinary person, this would be a transformation."

"Although the level 10 breath control technique didn't bring my realm to a higher level, my Qi and blood are stronger now."

Qin Huai experienced the changes in his body. It was many times more effective than the Qi and blood soup.

He glanced at the breath control technique and saw that his experience was at level 10 (501/1000).

Qin Huai then wrapped a pile of silver and tied it to his body. He even broke off two roasted pork legs to fill his stomach.

"Too bad I can't take all this food with me." Qin Huai looked at the feast longingly, then immediately went down the mountain under the cover of night.

…

Qin Huai had just descended the mountain when two men in leather shirts climbed up the other side.

The men smelled the blood and found the bodies of the gang members.

"Looks like there was another fight."

"Your method is really good. You only used breath control as bait, and we didn't need to do it ourselves. We only needed to wait for the right time to pick up so much blood food."

"I've avoided the risk of being exposed."

If someone was there, they would have noticed that the two men seemed to have long tails wagging on the ground.

"Don't just focus on eating. Take a sniff and see where the breath control secret manual has been taken." The man opened Black Fist's head and split his attention.

Their breath control technique had a potent smell, so they could track them at any time.

Humph! Humph! Humph! Humph! Humph!

The man frowned, stood up, and walked around the gang. Finally, he walked to the bonfire.

Looking at the breath control technique manual burning in the flames, his face sank.

"Our bait has been burned! Which cowardly bastard did this? He doesn't even know that holding the breath control secret manual can increase the speed of cultivation?"

The two of them stood by the campfire in a daze.

"Whoever he is, I'll really tear him into pieces!"

The two of them roared angrily, revealing their sharp fangs.