50: Nine Tempers of Divine Consciousness

Xiao Bai wagged its tail, instantly condensing the shattered ice in its paw into a complete block of ice.

“Of course, it’ll turn into a real ice cube!”

Chen Qing felt like strangling the cat, but then he thought he probably wasn’t its match, so he patiently asked, “I’m not asking what will happen to the ice. I’m asking what will happen to me if my life force undergoes a qualitative change?”

Xiao Bai scratched its cat head. It had been thinking too much lately, and its brain wasn't quite keeping up.

“It will just undergo a qualitative change! You should become very, very strong!

Anyway, anyway, you’ll definitely be stronger than that guy just now!”

Strong your ass!

Are the adjectives in your cat brain really that limited?

Did eating too many mice damage your brain?

Chen Qing glanced at its plump body, thinking the fellow needed to lose weight.

Also, should he let it read some books?

Otherwise, if it stayed this stupid, he wouldn’t be able to get any answers when he wanted to ask something in the future.

Seeing that he couldn't get an answer from its mouth, just a repetitive “strong, strong, strong,” Chen Qing gave up on that question and instead asked about the burly man.

“You just said that person didn’t undergo a qualitative change in his life force, and his Physical Body was inferior to mine, so why couldn’t I break through his defense?”

Xiao Bai lay down comfortably again, closing its eyes and replying, “That guy has strong Mental Energy!

He uses Mental Energy to attach to the ice he condenses, which greatly enhances the hardness of the ice.

Of course, it’s very difficult for you to hurt him.”

Mental Energy?

“But didn’t you say that person was only at the second Realm?”

Before Chen Qing came in, Senior Brother had just told him that Martial Artists couldn't manipulate or perceive Mental Energy before the third Realm, and thus couldn't Cultivate Mental Energy Cultivation Techniques.

Could that person Cultivate Mental Energy Cultivation Techniques before the second Realm?

“Yes! He Cultivates. Not just the person who fought you, but others too! Their Physical Bodies aren’t strong, but their Mental Energy is powerful. They must mainly Cultivate Mental Energy, right?”

Xiao Bai frowned, unsure.

Chen Qing instantly perked up. There were even those who primarily Cultivated Mental Energy?

And if they Cultivated Mental Energy at the second Realm, there must be corresponding Mental Energy Cultivation methods!

Does the Federation have such Mental Energy methods suitable for low-Realm Martial Artists?

Most likely not!

Even if it did, it wouldn't have spread.

“Xiao Bai… Esteemed Bai! Do you know what Mental Energy Cultivation Technique he Cultivates?”

Chen Qing enthusiastically stepped forward and began to pet the cat!

In his previous life, Chen Qing grew up in the countryside from a young age and had petted many cats, so he understood them well.

Coupled with many years of single experience, when it came to petting, he had a wealth of techniques.

Sure enough, even a spirit cat couldn't escape its natural love for being petted.

Xiao Bai looked utterly blissful, sprawled on the ground, deciding to think a bit harder for this human.

How could one Cultivate Mental Energy at a low Realm?

It forgot!

Should it just tell him a random classic on how to care for cats?

Xiao Bai squinted, glancing at Chen Qing, who looked expectant.

Forget it, the petting felt so good, it couldn't bear to lie to him!

Should it tell him its own Mental Energy Cultivation method?

It wasn't sure if low-Realm individuals could use it.

This will do. Anyway, he wouldn't know it was this cat lord's Cultivation Technique.

The next moment, Chen Qing, who was still diligently working, suddenly received a description of a Cultivation Technique in his mind.

Nine Refinements of Divine Consciousness!

Holy crap!

Just by the name, it sounded high-end, grand, and classy!

Could his weak Mental Energy Cultivate it?

“Detected Mental Energy Cultivation Technique, Nine Refinements of Divine Consciousness, proficiency 1/100 (Beginner).”

The System detected it, which meant it was useful!

Unable to resist trying it out, Chen Qing immediately withdrew his hand from petting the cat and vanished from the spot.

As for petting the cat, next time!

Anyway, this cat always appeared by his side now, so there would be plenty of time in the future.

“Human! This cat lord hasn’t had enough comfort yet! And you just ran off!”

Xiao Bai felt the pressure on its body disappear and bristled a bit, its cat paws continuously patting the snowy ground.

It took a while to recover, then got up from the ground and walked towards its lair.

It decided to go back and teach a few Cultivation Techniques for serving cats to those big mice, so they could serve this cat lord!

...Back in reality, Chen Qing immediately began to operate the Nine Refinements of Divine Consciousness.

However, about two hours later, Chen Qing opened his eyes.

He looked at the proficiency of Nine Refinements of Divine Consciousness on the panel, which had finally changed from 1 to 2, and fell into deep thought.

Previously, whether he was Cultivating Cultivation Techniques or Martial Skills, he could quickly become proficient or even master them.

However, this Cultivation Technique was the most difficult he had encountered so far.

He spent two hours, yet only increased his proficiency by one point!

Moreover, he could clearly feel that before this Cultivation Technique reached the beginner stage, it couldn't be operated at all, and thus couldn't increase Mental Energy!

“It’s that difficult? If I increase 1 point of proficiency every two hours on average, then to reach the beginner stage, I’d need at least close to two hundred hours!

But I can’t just sit here constantly increasing proficiency and do nothing else!”

This was with his System. If he didn’t have the System, he wouldn’t feel even the slightest improvement!

If that were the case, at least 99 out of 100 people would probably give up Cultivating directly!

Chen Qing sighed, experiencing for the first time how difficult a Cultivation Technique could be to learn!

With his System, he had never taken Cultivating Cultivation Techniques or Martial Skills seriously. Even when Senior Brother told him that Cultivating Martial Skills at low Realms was a waste of time, he didn't pay much attention.

But now, he was serious; it really was a waste of time!

If it was like this even with the proficiency System, wouldn't it be even more time-consuming for someone like Zhou Yaoguo, who tried to Cultivate Mental-type Martial Skills at a low Realm?

At this moment, he truly understood the difficulty of the Martial Dao path!

That Zhou Yaoguo deserved his respect.

Chen Qing looked at the dark night outside, thought for a moment, and decided to temporarily give up on Cultivating this Cultivation Technique.

He would Cultivate it when he had spare time.

The most urgent task was to first Cultivate his life force and strive to Breakthrough to the next three Realms as soon as possible.

Additionally, he felt that combat power must also be Cultivate simultaneously.

Although Senior Brother said that Cultivating Martial Skills now was a waste of time, today's events made him realize that there are always people stronger and heavens beyond heavens.

Next, he had to go out and do missions. Without missions, he wouldn't have resources to Cultivate.

He couldn't always rely on killing Yao Beasts in the Ice God Space to gain life force.

Firstly, because the number of Yao Beasts in the Ice God Space was limited, and their contribution to his improvement was also limited. Currently, his improvement at a low Realm was not slow, but as his Realm increased, the improvement would become considerably slow.

Secondly, because today's events made him realize a problem: the Ice God Space didn't seem to be a virtual space!

He might have been teleported to a certain planet!

If that was truly the case, then those Yao Beasts were all living beings. He didn't know them, so should he continue to slaughter the innocent?

Regarding this matter, he had to investigate first to see if this planet was also connected to the Space Battlefield, and if it was, whether it was hostile to humans.

If hostile, then he would have no psychological burden in killing them, but if not hostile or even friendly, then he would rather not.

Besides these two reasons, there was one more crucial reason.

As a Martial Artist, he must Cultivate himself, comprehend the operational routes of Cultivation Techniques, and not overly rely on the System.

His own body, after all, was more reliable when Cultivated by himself!

Having made up his mind, Chen Qing began to Cultivate.

Cultivating life force, unless absolutely necessary, mainly relied on Cultivation Techniques and resources, while Martial Skills would be honed by constantly fighting in the Ice God Space.

For several days in a row, Chen Qing stayed indoors, beginning his arduous Cultivation... September 7th.

Ice Department, teaching building.

In Yang Chen's office, Yang Chen, who had been rarely seen lately, was present.

He sat on a leather sofa, his hair disheveled, probably unwashed for many days.

Opposite him sat a middle-aged man with a weathered face, who said with some helplessness, “Dean, where exactly did you offend the principal? Why did he suddenly stop allocating funds to our department?

I even went to see him several times these past few days, but I couldn’t even get a meeting!

Dean, if you made a mistake, you should apologize!

Our department is already not well-off, and now we really won’t be able to make ends meet!”

Yang Chen was speechless. How did he offend that person?

Didn't he just say one wrong thing?

What was it he said?

It seemed he said he had a black heart.

“Apologize? Apologize for what? I wasn’t wrong, he just has a black heart! And he really won’t allocate funds to me now!” Yang Chen looked at the middle-aged man in front of him with annoyance, waving his hand impatiently, “If there’s no money, can’t you go earn it? What does the school keep you all for?”

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly. How could they earn enough resources for so many students?

He looked at Yang Chen, his eyes filled with some expectation. Had the Dean’s research yielded results?

“What are you looking at? Do you want me to squeeze milk for you? No sense of observation! You didn’t even pour a cup of tea!”

The middle-aged man was rebuffed and hastily arranged for tea.