My Two-sided Cultivation: Starting From Collecting Experiences

"Come to think of it, it's only been thirteen days since Junior Brother Qin's breathing technique started from nothing. It hasn't even been half a month." Fang Han counted with his fingers in a slightly exaggerated manner.

However, Gu He's face had already turned ashen. 'How is this possible?!'

The smile on Gu He's face froze. In less than half a month, he had gone from nothing to level 20? Even if he cultivated using those street goods, he would definitely not be able to do it.

Not to mention Hong San… Even a genius like Reihom couldn't advance so quickly.

Unless…unless this was fake!

"Fang Han, even if you want to make a name for yourself, shouldn't you at least make up a decent reason?" Gu He sneered. "Even though your breathing technique is really bad, there's no need to use such a lie to attract students. I know your Changshan Dojo has suffered many setbacks in recruiting disciples in the past two years, but don't be too impatient and ruin your last bit of reputation."

Gu He tried to persuade with good words. This was the only explanation that could make sense. As for how the Changshan Dojo would cover up this lie, they would use the next lie to cover it up.

It wasn't that he didn't want to believe it, but if you told a hundred people, a hundred and one would not believe you! It must be fake in that case.

With this thought, Gu He also felt much better. However, it was a little awkward. Why did Fang Han smile even more happily?

"I have a witness, actually. He's your precious nephew, Hong San. Speaking of which, I have to thank your nephew. If he hadn't hurt people, my Junior Brother Qin, who likes to hide his weakness, wouldn't have helped. Even now, we didn't know that our junior apprentice brother had such talent." Fang Han said unhurriedly.

He was enjoying the process. It was especially comfortable to watch Gu He slowly break through his defense.

No wonder those scholars liked to play with people slowly until they died. Now, he could be considered to have some understanding.

"What do you mean by that?" Gu He furrowed his brows again.

"Today, Junior Brother Qin saw Hong San assault someone in the mine, so he stopped him. As for the result, they were equally matched."

"This is impossible! How's your breathing technique? My rumbling thunder skill can fight against you all." Gu He suddenly recalled the information from Gao Leya that day.

This Qin Huai was special, and he had one more 'white dragon' than the others. If he really cultivated the three white dragons, he might really be able to compete with Hong San.

Pa!

"Bill please!" He bought a few silver notes and was no longer in the mood to drink. He just wanted to make things clear.

"What's the hurry~" Fang Han looked at Gu He, who was running away in anger, and laughed.

As for the surrounding guests who were drinking, they had mixed feelings and their thoughts were spinning. Many of them had ridiculed Qin Huai when the "rumor" had first spread, but now they couldn't even drink good wine.

Immediately, more than ten customers rushed out of the door to inquire about Qin Huai.

…

'How is this possible?! How is this possible?!'

At the Thunderbolt Dojo, Gu He was pacing back and forth in front of the table. And on the chair, Hong San's expression was not any better.

"My bone-sensing is definitely not wrong. Did this guy eat some kind of elixir to reach twenty levels in half a month? Right! There must be a secret to this kid."

Gu He suddenly stood still. "San'er, Qin Huai must die! When the time comes, let's see what he's hiding. As long as you can keep this secret for yourself, it won't be a problem for you to surpass Reihom!"

Hong San nodded. "Don't worry, Uncle. I've already made the necessary arrangements."

He was very surprised that Qin Huai had three white dragons, but not by much. Because he knew that Qin Huai would soon die by his hands.

The three white dragons were powerful, but they could only fight against him for a while. If Qin Huai had not run away quickly, he would have died at that moment.

…

At the back mountain of the Thunderbolt Dojo, the half-naked Reihom waved the training equipment in his hands.

The two-meter long iron rod was connected to a stone millstone with a diameter of one person at the end. His bronze-colored muscles bulged with blue veins, and the direction of his muscles changed with every swing of the exaggerated training equipment.

"Three white dragons? And he's on par with Hong San?" Reihom listened to his subordinate's report and let go of the training equipment.

BOOM!

There was a muffled sound, and the earth trembled. The drill ground was covered in dust, and the training equipment was stuck in the ground.

The outside world has probably exaggerated. The gap between the early stage of the rumbling thunder skill and the breathing technique was not something that the three white dragons can erase.

"That Qin Huai might be able to fight for a short time, but if he drags on, he will definitely die," Reihom said with conviction.

Whether it was his own dojo or the dojo's old rivals' cultivation methods, he had a deep understanding of them.

"Then what should we do next?" the subordinate asked.

"I believe Hong San will handle this matter well." Reihom didn't think much of it. "If he can't even handle such a small matter, then he should just take back his title as my successor. He doesn't deserve to be as famous as me."

…

After Qin Huai left the mountain, he made another trip to the mine. He picked some iron vine flower, solitary thread herb, and boiled them into iron poison powder, as well as some medicinal herbs with spicy effects.

Although he was already unafraid of anyone in the second refinement realm, he still needed to prepare more life-saving measures such as poisons.

After he was done with his preparations, Qin Huai picked up some scattered medicinal herbs from the periphery of White Flow Mountain.

With just a little thought, he had concocted several small poisons that could take effect immediately. His high-level medicinal skills could only be put to use at such a time.

When he returned to the courtyard, he took off his long robe and sat on the bed, half-naked.

The day's fatigue seemed to have melted away at this moment. He looked at the chain mail that Master Song had made for him. Cracks had already appeared on it.

"The domineering nature of the rumbling thunder skill is indeed eye-opening."

If it wasn't for this chainmail, he might have been seriously injured. But of course, he did not forget to write a letter to the three people in the Luo residence.

The general meaning was to remind them to be more careful in the future, and that there would be senior brothers secretly protecting the dojo. He also asked about the recent situation in the city.

It was a silent night.

The next morning, Qin Huai received a reply from Luo Ya.

In just half a month, the prices of goods in the city had risen again.

There were also more and more refugees coming from other towns. It seemed that there were many refugees with unfamiliar accents at the entrance of the Luo family's restaurant.

There were simply too many refugees. Pingnan City was already overcrowded.

Forced to do so, the city implemented a strict entry policy, and even the refugees were not allowed to enter.

Thousands of refugees were either curled up outside the city gate or directly going up the mountain to become bandits, causing Pingnan City and its surrounding areas to be in chaos.

"It's getting more and more chaotic. I just don't know where these people are escaping from. How far is it from Pingnan City and where did the disaster sweep to?"

Qin Huai read the contents of the letter and was deeply worried. "I'm afraid you'll need to be at least on Reihom's level in order to have the ability to protect yourself."

…

"Ding! You have collected a [Breath Control Essence] (Dark Blue), [Breath Control] experience +636!"

"Ding! You have collected a [Breath Control Essence] (Green), [Breath Control] experience +117!"

"Ding! You have collected a [Breath Control Essence] (White), [Breath Control] experience +36!"

"Ding! You have collected a [Breath Control Essence] (Green), [Breath Control] experience +39!"

Qin Huai first went to the various drill grounds to collect experience as usual. After seven o 'clock, he went up the mountain to learn from his master, Sun Yuanshan.

The ancestral house on the mountain was very spacious. In addition to the excellent scenery, there was a lawn or field not far from the place where his master practiced. It was growing well.

Sun Yuanshan would always water the plants with a wooden bucket during his break. However, the fertilizer in the wooden bucket was not the usual fertilizer. Instead, it was a sticky, scarlet liquid. It was like blood Qi soup and demon meat.

However, Qin Huai did not ask. He had just become Sun Yuanshan's disciple and was still unclear about his temperament. It would be inappropriate if he were to ask any questions and touch some taboos.

Therefore, in the ancestral house, Qin Huai said less and saw more.

…

In the afternoon, Qin Huai was ready to set off, and he entered the White Flow mine. Because of the chain mail and poison, he had gained a lot of weight.

In the pitch-black mine, Qin Huai's eyes lit up. As soon as he activated his spirit eye technique, the world in front of him instantly regained its brightness.

The breath control technique followed closely. The sound of breathing that was amplified several times also disappeared quietly.

At this moment, Qin Huai had completely turned into the god of death in the mine as he headed in the direction of the Thunderbolt Dojo.