Don't let Yu Ding take on any more disciples.

Chapter 22 I'll Take Care of You
"Not bad, I've reached the twelfth level of Qi Refining."

Yu Ding nodded slightly in response to Taiyi Zhenren's surprise, readily admitting it.

Moreover, it only took three days to reach this level, Yu Ding silently added in his heart.

He didn't dare to openly boast to Taiyi.

The difference between the twelfth level of Qi Refining and the realm of Taiyi Zhenren is like a small hill compared to Mount Tai. To outsiders, he is an immortal, but in front of Taiyi Zhenren, he is just a little brother.

As for cultivation level...
After half a month of formal cultivation, Yu Ding now has thirty years of cultivation.

Ordinary Qi cultivators are like ordinary players; there is no shortcut to improving their cultivation level except to draw in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and perform the circulation of Qi throughout the body.

As long as you cultivate for one day, your spiritual attainment will increase by one day.

Those Qi cultivators who have sects behind them are probably like guild players in a game. The sect will give them pills that can increase their magic power, saving them a lot of hard work in meditation and Qi cultivation.

And things like jade tripods...

There’s no way to tell!
Other sects count spiritual fruits by the piece, but he counts immortal peaches by the piece; other sects count spiritual pills by the piece, but he counts immortal pills by the piece. The top-tier equipment that ordinary players dream of can only be thrown into the warehouse to collect dust in his hands.

Spending half a month casually is equivalent to an average player's hard work for thirty years.

It took an incense stick to eat the peach!

It took half a month to refine the immense spiritual power within the immortal peach.

It's true that these immortal peaches contain a lot of spiritual energy, but it doesn't mean that eating them will immediately turn them into magical power. There's a process to it when people get energy from food.

The same applies to acquiring spiritual cultivation from rare and precious materials.

"Since Junior Brother has already rebuilt his foundation, that's wonderful." A profound smile appeared on Taiyi Zhenren's face.

"Is that alright?" Yu Ding was taken aback.

Why does Taiyi Zhenren's smile seem... familiar?
"Junior brother, do you need me to grant you three hundred years of cultivation?" Taiyi asked.

As he spoke, Taiyi Zhenren remained calm and composed, appearing as a transcendent and detached master.

However, a hint of expectation flashed deep in his eyes.

Do you want it?
If you want it, just say so!

"Three hundred years... of cultivation?"

Yu Ding's breath hitched, and his eyebrows involuntarily rose.

What do you mean by needing three hundred years of cultivation?
Senior Brother Taiyi, look at what you've asked; there's something wrong with your question.

That's unnecessary!
Look at my junior brother's thirty years of cultivation...
Is it even a question whether we need it or not?
This is just like in the 1990s when a senior student with over ten thousand yuan in assets asked a junior student who could only find thirty yuan on him.

Do you need me to give you three hundred yuan?
Do I even need to ask?
For an immortal of Taiyi Zhenren's caliber, a mere three hundred years of cultivation is but a drop in the ocean.

"Senior brother, I don't want these three hundred years of cultivation!" Yu Ding said resolutely.

"No...don't want to?"

Taiyi Zhenren almost thought he had misheard.

Isn't this three hundred years of cultivation what Master Yuding needs most right now?
Taoist cultivation and spiritual realm are not the same thing.

Dao Xing (道行) can be seen as what is commonly referred to as strength, while Jing Jie (境界) determines the upper limit of Dao Xing.

If Yu Ding is a pond, then his cultivation level is like the water in the pond, and his realm is the upper limit of the water that the pond can hold.

The upper limit for the Qi Refining Realm is three hundred years of cultivation.

The Great Cup of Refining Spirit Realm is six hundred years old.

The maximum cultivation level for the Void Returning Realm (super-large cup) is one thousand years.

Once the pond reaches its limit, it is full, and there is only one way to add more water.

Expansion!

Breaking through a realm is like expanding a pond. It would be good if the pond could be filled with water, but even if it wasn't full, it wouldn't affect the owner's expansion. It's not too late to fill it with water slowly after the expansion.

“Senior brother, I’ve said it before, I, Jade Cauldron Immortal, have no shortage of courage to start over. I can do it on my own.”

Yu Ding, the protagonist of "How Steel Was Tempered," said passionately, "So what if I've lost all my cultivation? So what if my foundation has been destroyed and all my three flowers and five energies have been lost?"

These hardships and tribulations cannot defeat me. I will rise again, return to the peak, prove myself, prove that I, Yu Ding, truly exist.

As he spoke, he glanced at Taiyi Zhenren out of the corner of his eye.

The performance shouldn't be too obvious, and the acting shouldn't be overdone, right?

I hope my senior brother can see my pitiful little bit of reserve and self-esteem.
He immediately transferred three hundred yuan to me—no, three hundred years of cultivation.

Taiyi Zhenren seemed to be deep in thought.

"Besides, your cultivation level didn't come easily; it was earned through your hard work. How can I feel at ease giving it to you like this?"

Yu Ding looked like he was thinking of Taiyi's best interests.

Taiyi Zhenren gazed at the jade cauldron, and a barely perceptible smile suddenly flashed across his eyes.

So it was all just a facade of modesty!
“I never expected my junior brother to have such a firm Dao heart. I truly admire such spirit.”

Taiyi exclaimed in admiration, then said with a look of shame, "Looking back, my actions of giving you cultivation were an insult to your spirit. Alas, I was too presumptuous. Let's just forget about the three hundred years of cultivation."

Yu Ding was stunned.

Yu Ding was anxious.

What do you mean by "forget it"? Senior, I was just being a little bit pretentious and polite, is that not allowed?

Senior brother, I want it! I want three hundred years of cultivation!

Refusing to give it to me is the greatest insult to me.

"Senior brother, I've suddenly figured it out. I'll take your three hundred years of cultivation."

Yu Ding performed his face-changing skills and spoke in a serious tone.

Master Taiyi raised an eyebrow, feigning ignorance, and asked, "Oh?"

"Junior brother suddenly realized, is senior brother's three hundred years of cultivation really just three hundred years?" "Uh, isn't it?"

"Of course not, it is also the senior brother's care for the junior brother and a symbol of the deep affection between us brothers. If the junior brother were not like this, wouldn't he be letting down the senior brother's good intentions? How could he face the senior brother again in the future..." Yu Ding said with a touching expression.

"Hahaha!"

Taiyi Zhenren finally couldn't hold back and shook his head with a smile, saying, "Junior brother, stop talking, stop talking. This Taoist practice is yours."

Yu Ding smiled and said, "Thank you so much, Senior Brother!"

Taiyi Zhenren smiled.

How come I never noticed this side of my junior brother before?

The Chan Sect emphasizes tranquility and sparse desires in cultivation, and after becoming an immortal, such emotions are suppressed to the point that they can no longer cause any disturbance.

Of course, it was also during his two visits to Yuquan Mountain that he vaguely sensed a distance between Yu Ding and him.

But at this moment, as they smiled at each other, that distance vanished completely.

Taiyi immediately moved and flashed behind the jade cauldron, placing one hand on its back and saying, "Quickly circulate the profound skill you are cultivating."

Yu Ding wanted to say something, but the next moment, a surge of magical power rushed into his body like a torrent.

Yu Ding had no choice but to quickly focus his mind and close his eyes. He used the Nine Revolutions Yuan Gong to circulate a stream of Nine Revolutions Yuan Qi from his dantian, guiding the torrent that had surged into his body to complete one cycle.

After three major cycles of circulation, the magical power successfully transformed into his own magical power, returning to his Qi Sea and filling his Dantian.

After a long while, Taiyi withdrew his magic power, drew a circle with one hand, and let out a long breath.

Yu Ding slowly opened his eyes, his mind focused and his energy abundant, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

He was still at the twelfth level of Qi Refining.

However, he now possessed three hundred years of refined cultivation, which was the purest of all.

In just half a month, it's equivalent to an ordinary player cultivating for three hundred years. How are other ordinary players supposed to live if they find out?
"Thank you very much, Senior Brother," Yu Ding said gratefully.

The twelfth level of Qi Refining is the pinnacle of the Qi Refining realm.

At this moment, his cultivation had reached the peak of the Qi Refining Realm.

When both reach their peak and can no longer improve, it is called the Great Perfection of the Qi Refining Realm.

"We have been stuck in the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm for many years. We cannot sever the three corpses and thus cannot cultivate into a Great Luo Immortal. Our cultivation has long been unable to make any progress."

Taiyi Zhenren chuckled self-deprecatingly: "What is a mere three hundred years of cultivation? Even if you take a celestial pill, the medicinal power will be excessive and a waste. I will give you another six hundred years of cultivation after you reach the Refining Spirit Realm."

Senior brother is so generous!

Yu Ding was shocked, and then a shout came from his heart.

At that moment, he saw what appeared to be a golden, glittering character written above Taiyi's head.

trench!
This is an inhumanly extravagant display of wealth.

Taiyi Zhenren's words can be rephrased as:
Yu Ding, I have too much money right now and I don't know what to do with it. If you need money, just tell me and I'll take care of you!

Yu Ding was so moved he almost cried!
With tears in his eyes, he said emotionally, "Don't worry, senior brother. I don't have any money, uh, I mean, but I'll definitely let you know first when I break through to the next realm."

Master Taiyi nodded in satisfaction.

"Waaaaah, help! Help!"

Just as the brothers were showing their deep affection for each other, an untimely cry for help broke the atmosphere.

Yu Ding and Tai Yi turned around in surprise and saw Qing Yun running into the cave with his hands covering his head, his hands covered in wounds and his head bleeding profusely.

Boo!
Outside Jinxia Cave, the cries of angry birds could be heard.

However, they didn't dare to come in.

It just hovered outside the cave.

"Master, help me!"

Qingyun cried out and rushed into Yu Ding's arms.

Yu Ding asked in surprise, "Qingyun, what's wrong?"

Qingyun looked up, tears welling in her eyes, and asked, "Master, didn't your divination say that the Golden-Winged Bird wasn't home?"

Taiyi Zhenren glanced at the jade cauldron with a strange expression.

Money divination is too low-level; those at that level would have already been calculating the secrets of heaven with their fingers.

I've never heard that my junior brother is good at divination using money!
“Yes!” Yu Ding nodded.

Could it be that my divination was wrong?
Qingyun burst into tears: "Master is lying! When I went there, both golden-winged birds were in their nest and chased me all the way."

Yu Ding was stunned. His divination was wrong?
No!
He felt he was very good at divination, even faster than he was at cultivation. Besides, he felt quite inspired and was in a great state when he cast his divination just now, so it couldn't possibly be that there was something wrong with his divination.

He was even more confident in his divination talent than in his cultivation talent.

Yes, there must be a problem somewhere else.

Yu Ding recalled Qingyun's words and suddenly asked, "You said both golden-winged birds are in the nest?"

Qingyun nodded with tears in her eyes.

"But what did you tell me before? You said you'd count whether a golden-winged bird was home or not."

Yu Ding said unhappily, "So it's not that the master is lying to you, but that the master is calculating it as if it were a single thing, so of course it's inaccurate. It's all your fault for having inaccurate information."

Qingyun stopped crying and stared blankly at the jade cauldron.

Is that the case?

He lowered his head and began to think about it carefully.

Taiyi Zhenren stood to the side with a strange expression, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

Whether the bird is home or not, in the end there are only two outcomes: either it's home or it's not. What does the quantity have to do with it?

(End of this chapter)