My Two-sided Cultivation: Starting From Collecting Experiences



The first time Qin Huai used his body as a stone to condense his mottled qi and blood, it ended in failure. The second time, he continued to try, but still failed. On the third, fourth, and tenth attempt, his ancient book was blown to pieces. 

Qin Huai's most severe failure occurred when scorching blood splashed onto his bones, shattering them. Even his internal organs were affected, and one of his kidneys was shattered. The blood heart technique couldn't repair it.

Fortunately, Qin Huai had a chance to start over. After a long period of failure, he finally found the right amount of strength. From the ancient book, wisps of white dragon qi quietly floated out and fused into the dragon pearl. 

The divine power book of a thousand creations and the blood heart technique combined and assisted each other, allowing Qin Huai's body-as-a-stone approach to finally bear fruit. Although the effect was still minimal, the future looked promising. 

As the memory faded, Qin Huai slowly opened his eyes. Thousands of experiences and the ups and downs of life and death were merely a thought. 

"Fortunately, my Dao-heart is firm, and I have great perseverance," he said, touching his forehead, which was already covered in cold sweat. In his memory, he had been severely injured countless times.

This cultivation technique was indeed as Old Master Tong had said. Although the space he could imagine was limitless, and he could do incredible things with his body as a stone, when it came to actual cultivation, using his body to refine other techniques would undoubtedly lead to death.

Moreover, even if this method was developed, it could only be considered a high-level chemical weapon technique. For example, achieving success in multi-cultivation would ultimately involve combining the results of other methods into one, a foolish and thankless task. 

Qin Huai was the only exception, though. With the blood heart technique, he could find a balance between the two, pick up experience points, and obtain many cultivation techniques for free. The only difficulty now was the slow speed of his transformation. 

He followed Old Master Tong and continued to swing the hammer for a full four hours before finally finishing work, drenched in sweat. Forging a treasured weapon was a task that consumed a significant amount of physical strength and energy.

After that, Qin Huai walked out, and Tong Shou and Tong Maosheng led him to eat. 

The Tong family was a large group, with thirteen members, including Qin Huai. Among the twelve family members, the weakest, Tong Maosheng, was only at the fifth refinement realm. The other eleven were all experts in blood refinement. Although they were not young anymore, their skills had been cultivated to perfection long ago.

This was probably due to the nature of the Tong family's treasure shop. These people likely knew at a certain stage that their aptitude was not enough, so they abandoned their cultivation realm and focused on studying the general trend. 

The Tong family's rice was served in a wooden bucket used for bathing. The huge bucket was placed there, and the pressure was shocking. 

Qin Huai noticed a one-armed figure in the corner. The man was thin and his expression was not too pleasant. He was silent and did not speak to the people around him. 

"What's going on with that person?" Qin Huai whispered.

"That's my third cousin. He has the best cultivation talent in our treasure shop, so Grandfather sent him to the major sects in Qingzhou City to learn martial arts," Tong Maosheng explained, shaking his head like an old man. "His martial arts improved by leaps and bounds, making him one of the top members in the Ghost Ox sect."

Tong Maosheng sighed and continued, "What a pity. My third cousin cultivates the divine power book of a thousand creations and wants to use the body stone to dissolve some of the cultivation techniques he previously cultivated. He even wants to refine the force stone into his body. In the end, he failed... Not only did he lose his left hand, his innate ability was destroyed, and his realm also fell. Eventually, he was expelled from Qingzhou City by the Ghost Ox sect." 

Tong Maosheng's expression turned downcast, and he looked at Qin Huai sternly. "That's why, Junior Brother Qin, don't think about things you shouldn't! That's not a good path, and it's a dead end! Don't look at yourself now... How old are you, by the way?"

"Eighteen," Qin Huai replied.

Tong Maosheng's eyes became a little erratic, and his voice weakened. "Oh... Don't think that becoming a bone pattern realm expert at the age of eighteen is impressive. My third cousin was even more powerful than you at that time!"

"I understand." Qin Huai nodded. He then turned around and entered a separate room. 

As for the two-day deposit paid to the inn in the city, Qin Huai didn't waste it at all and exchanged it all back. Even though he had earned 180,000 taels of silver after slaying the Broken Axe Gang, he didn't forget his roots. Every tael of silver was calculated carefully.

Qin Huai didn't stay idle in the room either. He circulated the divine power book of a thousand creations and continuously converted a few of his cultivation techniques. 

He had yet to find a successor for the breath control and the spirit eye techniques. Since he had already reached the third-level bone pattern realm, these two cultivation techniques were too weak to be of any use.

There were also the mountain splitting blade technique and roaring tiger fist, which Qin Huai had picked up during the martial arts competition, but they were not even considered rudimentary. 

He decided to refine all the cultivation techniques in his body. As wisps of white smoke were pulled out by Qin Huai, the spirit eye technique, breath control technique, and other cultivation techniques on his personal interface disappeared quickly. 

Unfortunately, the progress of the nine dragons true qi technique was not bad, as it had increased by 1%. It was comparable to Qin Huai's ten days of bitter cultivation. 

After his aptitude had undergone the baptism of life, Qin Huai's talent was no longer the same as before. Thus, the useless mottled blood essence that interfered with his cultivation would naturally not be left behind. 

"This Broken Axe Technique..." Qin Huai looked at the broken axe in his body. The power of the broken axe and the divine power book of a thousand creations were both on the arms, so the latter's effect was self-evident. 

Qin Huai felt that there was no value in keeping the former. This cultivation technique did not produce any reaction with other cultivation techniques and was also ordinary, so it was useless to keep it.