Yang Kai didn't know how much Yuan Qi others had when they were at the seventh layer of the Body Tempering Realm, but he was sure it wasn't as much as his own. The initial accumulation was always extremely slow, and he was only able to absorb the Yang Qi from the world because he had the True Yang Technique. But how many such profound techniques like the True Yang Technique existed in the world?
One day, as Yang Kai finished his cultivation practice, he slowly opened his eyes.
In the past few days, the Yang Qi he had been absorbing gradually became denser, and the heat sensation within his meridians grew stronger. Yang Kai had a vague feeling that the Yang Qi he had absorbed was approaching a state of saturation.
Once the Yang Qi in his body reached saturation, it would condense from qi into liquid, becoming a single drop of Yang Liquid stored in his dantian. This so-called Yang Liquid had endless wonderful uses; it could be used in battle and produce unexpected effects. Yang Kai was quite looking forward to it.
Slowly opening his eyes, Yang Kai was about to catch his breath when he caught sight of someone standing not far from him out of the corner of his eye. Startled, he realized that he had been so immersed in cultivation that he hadn't noticed when this person had arrived.
This person was turned sideways to Yang Kai, wearing a blue long robe with flowing sleeves, a tall and upright figure. Though his hair and beard were white, they were still lush, and on his chin was a delicate goatee. Judging by his age, he was about the same as Old Man Meng of the Contribution Hall, but his temperament was completely different.
At the first sight of this man, the term 'ethereal and otherworldly' involuntarily came to Yang Kai's mind. This aura stood in stark contrast to Old Man Meng's rogueish, lecherous, and unreliable demeanor. The comparison was like night and day.
At this moment, the man stood there, one hand behind his back and the other stroking his beard, looking down at Kunlong Gorge. His gaze was strange, so strange that it appeared somewhat complicated.
'This is a wise man of profound knowledge and also a skilled martial elder!' Yang Kai thought to himself. He quickly got up and made a disciple's salute: "Disciple Yang Kai greets the senior."
Startled by Yang Kai's voice, the old man slowly turned, looked at him kindly, and nodded slightly: "Mm."
"May I know how this disciple should address you?" Although he knew that this person was definitely a high-level figure from Lingxiao Pavilion, Yang Kai had never seen him before, so he naturally had to ask to avoid any violation of seniority.
The old man pondered, frowning slightly as if Yang Kai had asked a difficult question. After a long moment, he said: "You may call me Eleventh Elder."
"Eleventh Elder?" Yang Kai was puzzled. Although Lingxiao Pavilion had a few elders, there were definitely not as many as eleven. But since the man was an elder, Yang Kai could only go along with it. He gave another salute: "This disciple greets the Eleventh Elder."
The Eleventh Elder stroked his beard and smiled, his expression becoming even more amiable. He asked softly: "Are you practicing martial skills?"
"Yes." Yang Kai nodded.
"And it's a Yang-attribute martial skill?"
"Yes." The other's strength was definitely not weak; how could he not sense that Yang Kai was absorbing Yang Qi here?
"How is your cultivation progressing?"
"I've only been practicing for a few days. It's still fine for now."
The Eleventh Elder asked a few more questions, and Yang Kai answered them one by one. He felt somewhat touched in his heart; this elder was kind and amiable, showing such care to an ordinary disciple like himself, easily inspiring fondness.
Seeing that the elder was so easy to talk to, Yang Kai thought of a question and spoke up: "Eleventh Elder, this disciple has been cultivating here for many days, and there is something I don't understand."
"Oh, let's hear it." The Eleventh Elder's interest was piqued.
"Why does Yang Qi flow out from the bottom of Kunlong Gorge?"