Turning Qi into intent

"Senior brother, why are you in a hurry? It's not like you have rewarded me for my hard work yet. Let that kid enjoy being an outer disciple for a while. Isn't fun to climb all the way from the outer section. Are you trying to avoid paying me for my hard work or something? So where is my reward?" Luo Wei was busy flirting with the sect master without any shame at all.

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Some distance away from the Immortal Faction.

On some huge ship, traveling in the void, a red-haired lady was looking into the distance with some excitement but after thinking about something the excitement faded a lot.

After entering the ship, she realized that someone among their group had been taken by another faction, and the most annoying thing was that guy did not even try the selections for entry into the real Island to train.

Not many people know some information, like her, since her father is someone in the Nirvana Realm. People on the outside are clamoring about how the strongest factions were accepting disciples, but only she knew this was more than that.

Even the seven individuals that might be heading to the main island to train cannot compete with those factions' resources, if they do not accomplish some trial expectations then they would end up in second-rate factions.

So even with the news spreading about the seven of them having qualifications to enter the main Islands, it did not tell everyone that there are close to a few million domains that are participating and with the number of participants present their performance in the grand scheme of things would not matter unless some miracle happens.

On the other end, Musk that gained the eight chance was at this time resting and he felt comfortable since the Tortoise Longevity Art was in operation and kept absorbing some unique substance from the air and fusing it in his body.

He had no interest in another competition that would end up broadcasting his face to the whole Realm, how can he not understand about the trouble such actions breed? In his time at the sect, although he seemed busy, he was very happy as he got some place to stay in this foreign world.

The second thing was that he was going to require less than a thousand years without actively absorbing the unique substance in the air, for the promotion of the Tortoise Longevity Art to the seventh level. The thing that excites him is the fact that regardless of how he gains lifespan, the Longevity art will multiply it by ten times after a breakthrough.

Just thinking if he gains the same lifespan as some antiques in this world from his cultivation and adding the longevity art, he would always be supreme in terms of lifespan.

It took close to sixteen hours, before he woke up, looking into the distance as he yawned. "Sweet sleep! It is having been long since I rested like this!" Even on Earth, he forgot the last time he slept, always on the lookout for something happening. But the two individuals watching him from the sect master's cliff felt the urge to slap this boy. Who was stopping him from sleeping? In their minds, they were complaining.

But they did not know that Musk, had it rough on Earth, and here a number of strong people are a lot, they can hold down the sky for a weak person like him if things go south.

When he is still weak, he will enjoy his sleep-in peace, after all, he is aware of the issues when his strength starts to increase, some responsibilities that follow with being in a sect. But that is something to think about later, walking to the bamboo, he seemed to be selecting the best to use for another cane, the one he made in the trials, was left behind.

"Let's start by training my stick techniques to the fifth level, before asking for something else. Wait! Outer disciples have one chance a month to enter the formation worlds to practice. Why did I forget it, though it will be less than an hour on the outside, it works no better than the reflection of the trial Island?" As he thought like this, he changed into the outer disciple uniform.

Rushing all the way to the huge tower, he was shocked to discover that no line was required, he just provided the outer disciple token before entering through the door to the tower.

After entry, he found himself in an empty room, and everyone else that entered did not seem to appear before him. Obviously, this was a space treasure, and on the outside, the sect master and a few elders including Luo Wei were already aware that Musk had entered the Formation tower.

A blank screen appeared before them, they wanted to see what the ancestor saw in the kid so he decided to let him enter the sect by acting so shamelessly. Even Luo Wei forgot to report to her senior brother about the fact that Musk had the qualifications to enter the Island directly to practice.

When Musk saw the design in the empty room, a message entered his mind telling him to sit at the center of the building. He did not hesitate and after that, he passed out when he opened his eyes, he found himself in a room, looking at the ceiling.

He was confused, all the important memories, basically the numerous martial arts he had learned in the trial were still in his head, but everything else had been sealed. The fact that he was in the formation tower seemed to have been sealed completely from his mind.

His goal was to perfect three martial arts, cane technique, Boxing, and movement and it seemed to be the only objective left in his mind. The formation seemed to have an even exaggerated ability to clear the mind.

Just sitting there, he kept reviewing numerous stick techniques, Fist techniques even other unrelated weapon techniques he had learned in the trial.

Slowly, some techniques were being abandoned and the essence digested especially things like saber, sword, and spear moves. The use is very important in his stick technique, so he kept taking important aspects, and abandoning the useless.

In this space, he was practicing with his stick and he took the spear moves and incorporates all of them into the stick, as he pocked like the way the spear usually stabs, in the beginning, the attacks mimicked the spear to perfection but with the passage of time even the will manifestation started to change into a stick.

All the spear martial arts were slowly being destroyed and absorbed, and his actions made the eyes of the older generation in the sect master's room lit up. This was some new trick, as cultivators, they usually do not bother to look into skills they do not practice.

"Interesting! Chen kid, add time for him to stay in the formation space. I am more curious about what he can accomplish given enough time. "An old voice sounded in the room and the sect master was shocked to find that behind him five old figures had appeared at some time.

Looking at their immense life fluctuations, they had reached the realm of half-step lord, and these are not ones raised by external means but rather cultivated by themselves.

Supreme elders, that are awake in the sect at the moment, and he reacted by nodding in a dazed state. Before passing on some sect contributions to Musk's token. It would be consumed instead of being sent out of the formation space.

It was not just the supreme elders that were interested in this, rather everyone in the room was curious if there would be any changes that affect the stick technique if he added the saber or even spear.

With the supreme elders in the room, although it becomes solemn, the focus on Musk allowed everyone to forget their presence.

He used the sword Qi and then started to change it as the stick was being swung faster and faster forcing the sword Qi to evolve into something else, in the beginning, it turned into gas then spread along the stick covering all of it. The sharpness was whipped into adapting on the stick, and with every swing, the stick seemed to cut through the wind real fast.

The thing that made the expressions of the supreme elders solemn was the fact that when the stick attacked and the white mist on its surface spread around forming something like a curtain.

"Turning Qi into intent!"