Since meeting Guangling Zhenren, Xiao Fei had been in seclusion.
Even after learning that the immediate crisis had been averted, he had no intention of leaving his dwelling.
He spent his days cultivating, and when he grew tired, he would enter his space to refine pills. After refining pills, he would sleep or prepare some delicacies for himself to enjoy.
As for the ingredients, Huang Feifei would purchase some demonic beast meat for him and deliver it to his cave dwelling.
For grains and vegetables, he could grow them himself within his space, and their quality was even better than those bought from outside.
Consuming pills daily and cultivating in seclusion, both his "Qing Mu Chang Sheng Jue" and "Duan Ti Jue" progressed rapidly.
Another two years passed in this manner.
Today, after consuming a mid-grade Qi Gathering Pill, Xiao Fei circulated the "Duan Ti Jue." His internal spiritual energy surged, flowing through every inch of his skin, which began to gleam with a metallic luster.
Xiao Fei let out a roar, and his Golden Silk Great Ring Saber flew out, transforming into a saber over ten feet long in mid-air. He swung it directly at his own head.
"Clang!"
A deafening metallic collision echoed, causing dust to rain down from the cultivation chamber.
"Clang, clang, clang!"
The Golden Silk Great Ring Saber struck repeatedly, each blow landing on his head.
After more than ten strikes, Xiao Fei touched his head. It was completely unharmed, though his head buzzed, and he felt a bit disoriented.
He did not stop there. The Golden Silk Great Ring Saber was summoned again, this time aimed at his neck.
After another loud clang, his head remained firmly on his shoulders.
Following this, the Golden Silk Great Ring Saber continued to hack and slash, each strike aimed at a vital point.
His neck, throat, chest, abdomen, armpits, ribs, kidneys, limbs...
Every part of his body was struck by the Golden Silk Great Ring Saber, and his physical body successfully endured them all.
At this point, his "Duan Ti Jue" had officially reached the Great Accomplishment stage, rendering him resistant to damage from spiritual artifacts.
Body-refining techniques were notoriously resource-intensive. Without ample resources, this technique would have taken at least twenty to thirty years to master.
Xiao Fei, however, utilized his space to cultivate spiritual herbs and, with the aid of numerous rare spiritual medicines, achieved Great Accomplishment in just a few years.
Even the mid-grade Qi Gathering Pills he consumed daily, one in the morning and one in the evening, were a luxury few could afford.
During these two years, in addition to his body-refining technique, his cultivation had advanced from the tenth level of Qi Refining to the twelfth level.
Because body refinement had widened his meridians, the amount of primordial spiritual energy stored within him far surpassed that of cultivators at the peak of the twelfth level of Qi Refining.
After finishing his cultivation, Xiao Fei took a medicinal bath and felt invigorated, his body brimming with strength.
He picked up the saber, weighing over a thousand catties, and practiced with it for a while, finding it surprisingly easy.
Previously, when practicing, he used the thousand-catty saber, but in actual combat, he wielded the five-hundred-catty Azure Dragon Crescent Blade.
Now that his body refinement had reached Great Accomplishment, his strength had increased again, and the saber he used for combat would need to be reforged.
Dropping the saber, he entered his space with his divine sense.
Inside the space, several large wooden chests were filled with the pills he had refined over the past two years.
Additionally, there was a smaller wooden chest containing only mid-grade pills.
Over these two years, he still dedicated an hour each day to refining pills within his space, which translated to fourteen hours within the space, two more hours than a full day outside.
Even a dog, refining pills for fourteen hours a day, would make rapid progress after two years.
Xiao Fei considered himself slightly more intelligent than a dog, so his progress was naturally even faster.
Now, when refining any first-tier pill, the success rate of producing multiple pills was no less than eight.
As for his specialty, the Qi Gathering Pill, he often produced ten pills, and occasionally, even with a slight misstep, he would still get nine.
Each batch would yield at least two mid-grade pills, with the highest number reaching four or five.
Refining seven batches of pills daily for two years had accumulated nearly forty thousand pills.
This quantity of pills was somewhat staggering. He could only take out twenty thousand to the sect to complete missions and exchange for contribution points.
He would have to find other ways to deal with the remaining portion.
On the spiritual peach tree in his space, ripe, crimson spiritual peaches now hung in abundance.
Since he couldn't consume them all at once, it seemed he would have to brew them into spiritual wine.
In a corner of his space, dozens of jars of spiritual wine were already stacked.
This spiritual wine was all brewed by him over the past few years.
He had found many brewing recipes in the sect's library, using spiritual herbs, spiritual flowers, and spiritual fruits to brew several types of wine.
These spiritual wines were aged within his space, and as time passed, they would become increasingly valuable.
Xiao Fei made a circuit of his space, plucked two spiritual peaches from the tree, and then exited.
Returning to his physical body, Xiao Fei picked up a spiritual peach, rubbed off the fuzz on his sleeve, and bit into it.
The spiritual peach was tender and juicy, with the unique fragrance of peaches.
Just then, a knock sounded on the door of his cave dwelling. As the door opened, Huang Feifei entered, carrying a large chest on her shoulder.
"Young Master, I've bought you some deer demon meat."
As Huang Feifei spoke, she dropped the large chest from her shoulder onto the ground.
"Feifei, you've worked hard these past two years! I have a storage artifact that I don't need. I'll give it to you."
Xiao Fei said, taking out a blue bead and casually tossing it into Huang Feifei's arms. He missed slightly, and it almost bounced away.
This bead was something he had obtained from a cultivator he had poisoned in the Fallen Dragon Abyss, and it had been of no use to him until now.
Huang Feifei, who carried hundreds of catties of meat in a large chest around the sect every day, found it quite inconvenient.
"Thank you, Young Master!"
Huang Feifei said, quickly thanking him as she picked up the blue bead.
Storage artifacts were difficult to refine and were rare and expensive in the cultivation world. Most Qi Refining cultivators did not possess such items.
"Oh, right, Young Master. The sect competition is approaching soon. Are you still signing up for alchemy?"
Huang Feifei reminded him. Three years had passed since the last competition, and many disciples were eager to participate.
"Is it time already? Of course, I'll sign up for the alchemy competition."
The rewards for ranking within the top 100 in each competition were immense.
If he could win first place in alchemy again, he would receive another Foundation Establishment Pill, increasing his chances of establishing his foundation.
Unfortunately, the sect had a rule that each person could only receive the Foundation Establishment Pill reward a maximum of three times.
This was to prevent older disciples who had lost their drive from monopolizing the top spots through a single skill, thus depriving other disciples of opportunities.
Otherwise, Xiao Fei would have liked to acquire five or six pills to increase his chances of success in establishing his foundation.
"Let's go! We'll sign up now!"
Xiao Fei, having been in seclusion for two years, was also ready to get some fresh air.
The two immediately left the cave dwelling and headed towards Ning Cui Peak.
Xiao Fei, carrying a large chest containing twenty thousand pills on his shoulder, entered the Alchemy Hall.
"Junior Brother Xiao, what is that you have?"
The Foundation Establishment supervisor at the Alchemy Hall recognized Xiao Fei, the previous competition's first-place winner.
Knowing he was now a registered disciple of Guangling Zhenren, his seniority was suddenly on par with theirs, who were all Foundation Establishment cultivators.
"Of course, I'm here to submit a mission. I received 2,000 sets of materials, with each batch producing ten pills, totaling twenty thousand pills. Here is the manifest."
Xiao Fei said, handing over a jade slip.
The Foundation Establishment supervisor took the jade slip and cross-referenced it with the records in the Alchemy Hall.
"A total of 2,000 sets of materials, with ten pills per batch, yielding 16,000 contribution points."
The Foundation Establishment supervisor harbored doubts about such a pill yield, but Xiao Fei's current status was far from that of an ordinary disciple, and there was no need for him to offend him over it.
At that moment, many other disciples were present in the Alchemy Hall, yet not a single one stepped forward to mock Xiao Fei.
The gazes cast upon him by these disciples were filled with envy. Whenever their eyes met, they would offer a remarkably friendly smile.
Several of them even seized opportunities to strike up a conversation, hoping to forge a connection with this disciple of Guangling Zhenren.
"Thank you!"
Xiao Fei said, offering his thanks before leaving the Alchemy Hall. He then proceeded to claim the contribution points he had not collected during his two years of seclusion.
He now possessed a total of 120,000 contribution points, more than enough to exchange for the "Hun Yuan Wu Xing Gong."
Xiao Fei immediately bid farewell to Huang Feifei and went to the Library to exchange for the long-awaited "Hun Yuan Wu Xing Gong."
The "Hun Yuan Wu Xing Gong" cost one hundred thousand contribution points, and his newly acquired points were quickly reduced to a mere pittance.
Clutching the highly coveted cultivation technique, Xiao Fei flew back to his cave dwelling and immediately sealed himself in again, diligently studying the acquired scripture.