Heavenly Dao Engine-Chapter 29 - 00 Difficult difficult difficult

Chapter 29: Chapter 0029 Difficult, difficult, difficult

Chapter 29 -0029 Difficult, difficult, difficult

Chapter 0029: Difficult Difficult Difficult

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Qi Tian touched the teapot, finding the water temperature just right. He felt a bit thirsty and grabbed the teapot, drinking all the Calming Mind Tea inside in one go. He knew drinking like this was somewhat wasteful, but once he began his training, he might not have time to drink tea.

For his training this time, Qi Tian had a clear plan: First, he would strengthen his physical body, meaning he would start with body tempering. His strength was growing increasingly powerful, but his body couldn’t keep up. Although his technique improved after practicing the Eight Desolate Demon Tiger Fist, reducing the strain on his body, he knew if he continued to grow stronger, it would inevitably result in irreparable damage to his body. So, it was necessary to temper his body before damage occurred.

Once his constitution improved, he could open more meridians, condense greater strength and boost his combat power significantly. However, doing this was not entirely beneficial. There were drawbacks. Training in Qi Cultivation and body tempering simultaneously meant he couldn’t maintain high speed cultivation. Moreover, simultaneously cultivating two systems definitely meant consuming resources at double the rate. These were problems he couldn’t avoid.

But compared to Qi Tian’s current needs, he decided to go ahead with Qi Cultivation and body tempering, hopefully advancing at the same pace. If that didn’t work, he could prioritize Qi Cultivation first and temper his body later.

Qi Tian placed the medicine box containing elixirs on the incense table and took out part of the fifty middle-grade Tempering Body Liquids he had spent a huge amount of money on. After resealing the box, he held ten phials of Tempering Body Liquid and walked to an area far from the incense table. He’d heard body tempering was extremely painful, even more so than Qi Cultivation. Fearing the disastrous consequences of any accidental knocks to the medicine box due to tensed muscles, he decided to keep it at a safe distance.

Qi Tian sat cross-legged, his nostrils filled with the fragrance of the middle-grade Pure Heart Incense. He calmed his mind, discarded distracting thoughts, and adjusted his state of mind. Then, he took a deep breath, picked up a phial of middle-grade Tempering Body Liquid, uncorked it, and poured all twenty milliliters into his mouth, swallowing it in one go.

The instant the Tempering Body Liquid hit his throat, Qi Tian felt as though a knife was slicing downward from his throat, following his esophagus and only stopping when it reached his stomach.

Qi Tian clenched his fists tightly and gritted his teeth. His forehead, the back of his hands, and all other exposed skin rippled with bulging veins.

As soon as the middle-grade Tempering Body Liquid entered his stomach, the medicinal effects exploded violently. They rushed into his blood vessels, heart, liver, spleen, and kidneys, invading every muscle, every pore, every bone. At every stage, the Tempering Body Liquid battled as though it had entered a new battlefield, unrestricted and uncontrollable, wreaking havoc and assaulting every part of Qi Tian’s body. It was like he was suffering a painful death by a thousand cuts, or rather, a pain a thousand, ten thousand times worse.

A death by a thousand cuts still meant one knife slowly doing its job. Yet, Qi Tian felt like a thousand, ten thousand knives were simultaneously cutting into his body. No spot was free from pain.

At first, Qi Tian managed to endure this agony thanks to his strong willpower. But soon, the pain became unbearable. His past life was filled with comfort, as a young, socialist man living in peace. He was just a twelve-year-old boy in this life. When faced with this abyss of pain, he felt his willpower, his spirit, was utterly useless. He opened his mouth to scream in agony, rolling on the ground, seeking solace, however slight, from his agony.

Qi Tian felt as though he’d lived through an agonizingly long century. But when the effects of the middle-grade Tempering Body Liquid finally subsided, he, drenched in sweat, struggled to raise his head. He glanced at the Pure Heart Incense stick in the incense burner and was shocked to see that only a small portion of it had burned. He estimated that just about five minutes had passed.

Qi Tian’s vision blurred, nearly passing out. He was in such pain for just five minutes. If it lasted ten times, a hundred times longer, what kind of hell would he be in?

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At that moment, Qi Tian had an unprecedented wavering in his resolve. His current strength was dominating in the Huangque Hall of the Imperial Master Mansion. As long as he could find a way to breakthrough to the Qi Training Second Level and condense the world’s elemental Qi into his body, his constitution would naturally improve somewhat. This would enable his body to withstand more backlash from power, obviating the need for such painful body tempering.

Perhaps I should give up body cultivation and focus solely on Qi cultivation?

Once this thought crossed Qi Tian’s mind, it was like a curse that had taken root. No matter what, he couldn’t shake it off.

Qi Tian took a deep breath. The moment this thought was conceived, he felt like a burden of a thousand pounds had been lifted. He felt invigorated and incredibly relaxed. Only then did he become aware of the sweat on his body. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his face and suddenly caught sight of the symbol of the Heavenly Dao Engine in his palm. Qi Tian was shocked, as though struck by lightning.

Qi Tian was reminded of many things from his previous life. The country suffered because its aviation engine fell short, affecting the research on advanced warplanes, which in turn hindered the national defense capabilities and put the country at the mercy of hostile nations. There were many similar instances—high-end chips, operating systems, core technologies of the internet, and so on. These instances could be counted on one’s fingers. While the country’s modern industrial development history being short was partly to blame, trying to cut corners and seek convenience in some fields, forgoing basic scientific research and basic materials, played a big part too. Only when the technology developed to a later stage did they realize that taking a shortcut to surpass their competitors was not as easy as thought, and none of these fundamentals could be overlooked. If they decided not to learn today, they would definitely suffer tomorrow. Waiting to catch up might take ten or even a hundred times more time and effort than it would take today.

Cultivation was the same. Body cultivation would make Qi Tian stronger, provide him with a more solid foundation. If he gave up the opportunity to cultivate his body now because of the pain he was currently experiencing, his future strength would be like a castle built on sand—externally strong but internally hollow, without a strong foundation. Just a bit of wind and waves, or a stronger than usual opponent, he could collapse.

Wisdom comes from experience. Qi Tian didn’t want to repeat his past mistakes. He wanted to solidify every foundation he could right from the start, leaving no room for future cultivation and development mistakes. He wanted his cultivation journey in this life to be incredibly strong from the word go, capable of toppling enemies he came across, just like he had toppled Huang Yaozu and Liu Haoshuai today — with a single punch.

Upon realizing this, Qi Tian’s diffused consciousness began to gather again, and his gaze became resolute. From this day forth, no matter what difficulties, pains, or struggles he faced in his cultivation, he would grit his teeth and endure. He firmly believed that as long as he did not concede defeat, no adversity in the world could hinder his progress.

Qi Tian, keep going!

Qi Tian managed to lift himself from the ground, and with a shaky hand, he grabbed another bottle of the middle-grade Tempering Body Liquid. He forced himself to sit properly and, like a prisoner facing the gallows, uncapped the bottle and downed the whole liquid in one go.

This time, instead of collapsing, Qi Tian forced himself to maintain his concentration in the face of the pain akin to being crushed under a thousand pounds. Not only did he force himself to maintain his composure, but he also forced himself to keep focus, employing the Tiger Golden Body Skills method. Body cultivation wasn’t as simple as drinking the Tempering Body Liquid and getting it over with. It involved skills and secret methods.

It was akin to watering a field. Some preferred flooding the field, watering the crops and weeds alike, not only wasting water but also working inefficiently. Others chose to drip-irrigate, saving water and working manifold times more efficiently.

The same applied to body cultivation—a good cultivation method was like the drip-irrigation method, it could enhance efficiency several times over, and would allow the same amount of Tempering Body Liquid to yield far more significant results.

The Tiger Golden Body Skills was a potent body cultivation method. Qi Tian was fortunate to acquire this method at the onset of his cultivation. But when he actually began applying the Tiger Golden Body Skills, he realized that turning this luck into strength was an incredibly daunting challenge.

Tough! Tough! So tough!

The middle-grade Tempering Body Liquid was relentlessly wreaking havoc on his body. Even though he could momentarily forget his pain when he concentrated, this focus had a double-edged sword. The mounting pain distracted his focus, exaggerating the pain tenfold. At these moments, Qi Tian felt like he couldn’t bear the pain any longer, wishing he could just kill himself and be done with it all at once.

During such tough times, Qi Tian chose to persevere first, trying to shift his focus away from his physical pain and apply the Tiger Golden Body Skills. But more often than not, these attempts ended in failure. Not even one in ten attempts would succeed, following which he would scream at the top of his voice in pain and curl up on the ground, writhing in agony.