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... nown secret book that he had read thousands of times in his hand, pondering every word carefully, and at the same time confirmed it with the Taoist scriptures he read in his previous life.

  He found that the practice method recorded in the unknown secret book was different from the practice he imagined. What it cultivates is a kind of qi, a kind of thing that exists clearly, called spiritual qi. Absorb it into the dantian and run the big circle to increase your cultivation.

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