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Upon hearing this, Feng Qing’an fell into contemplation, then continued to inquire,

“How much True Qi must be condensed to cultivate an Immortal Pulse Phenomenon during the opening of the Immortal Vein?”

“At least six hundred!”

The voice of the You Huang Ghost Country’s ruler rang in the young man’s heart. It didn’t sound any different from normal days, appearing extremely calm and composed. However, Feng Qing’an, who was very familiar with it, was still able to detect some oddities. But now was not the time to worry about this. The matter of cultivation was more important.

“At least six hundred.”

Feng Qing’an contemplated this and then, as if remembering something, asked the ruler of You Huang,

“How much True Qi had you cultivated in your previous life before opening your Immortal Vein?”

“With my own aptitude, I was only able to cultivate seven hundred and twenty strands of True Qi. However, thanks to an Immortal Lotus Seed my father requested for me, I added another ninety strands of True Qi, allowing me to open my Immortal Vein with eight hundred and ten strands of True Qi, evolve the Immortal Pulse Phenomenon, and ascend to the position of Heavenly Emperor.”

“Eight hundred and ten, Immortal Pulse Phenomenon.”

Feng Qing’an nodded, knowing in his heart that as he initially expected, Dong Huang’s cultivation aptitude in his previous life was not something that a peripheral sect leader from a backwater place, like this, could compare to. They weren’t on the same level.

“Can the quantity of this True Qi be increased with external assistance?”

However, after thinking about Dong Huang’s words, Feng Qing’an couldn’t help but sigh. Although nature was unfair, this seemed a bit excessive.

Dong Huang’s starting point in her previous life was already incredibly high. And she even had Immortal Spiritual Objects to forcefully increase her maximum level and enhance her foundation. Comparatively, disciples of small sects who were considered geniuses only once in hundreds of years were nothing at all.

“Certainly, there’s nothing in this world that can’t be changed. I’ve even seen a mortal who lived for eight hundred years.”

Feng Qing’an couldn’t help but grin, finding it unutterable. Regardless, he couldn’t resist saying,

“After living for such a long time, could one still be considered a mortal?”

Even a pig who was only concerned with eating and defecating, if it lived for eight hundred years, should have gained wisdom let alone a human. The maximum lifespan for an average human was one hundred and twenty years. Anyone who exceeded this age would be exceptionally intelligent. How could they still be ordinary?

In this world of cultivation, as long as one lived long enough, they would inevitably gain wisdom. This didn’t depend on race. The Human Race, no matter how special, was part of this world.

“There was a Heavenly Immortal who forcibly extended a mortal’s lifespan. And that mortal never cultivated throughout his life.”

Dong Huang mentioned casually, then refocused her attention on Feng Qing’an. She now wondered what level of cultivation this reincarnated Immortal Monarch could achieve in his first attempt and how much True Qi he could cultivate.

“How many strands of True Qi do you currently have?”

“Just above three hundred and two.”

Feng Qing’an glanced, remaining composed. Having Dong Huang’s previous life’s cultivation as a reference, this number was not much to him now. He is not even half of the ruler in her previous life. Although his rate of condensing True Qi was astonishing, it didn’t affect the quality of his True Qi.

“…Hmm!”

After reminiscing about the time she spent condensing True Qi, Dong Huang felt a little uneasy when comparing herself to Feng Qing’an who had hardly read a few Dao Sutras. This difference was a bit too large.

Although he was a reincarnated Immortal Monarch, his aptitude seemed too absurd. It had shattered her understanding of cultivation. She had never seen another cultivator with such a transcendent talent. Even if a great power reincarnated, it was the same. She had seen it before.

On the other hand, the reincarnated great power, even with their incredible divine powers, would not grant their reincarnated lives such high aptitudes. Otherwise, what was the point of this reincarnation and cultivation?

Dong Huang really couldn’t understand what the Immortal Monarch from Feng Qing’an’s previous life, who had already obtained the pure Yang Dao fruit, was thinking. Why did he give his reincarnated body such an incredible physique and cultivation aptitude?

“How do you feel now? Does your body feel any pressure?”

After a while, Dong Huang asked again.

Each strand of condensed True Qi would bring certain burdens while allowing the cultivator to implement their spells and divine powers. Therefore, the maximum amount of True Qi each cultivator could bear would vary.

“Right now, I feel quite good.”

He was feeling good about himself now. He knew he couldn’t blindly pursue the quantity of True Qi. He had to consider his own tolerance limit. He felt no pressure now, meaning he was still far from his limit.

Feng Qing’an wasn’t even sure whether the limit was determined by the cultivator’s aptitude or their body’s physical strength.

Regardless of which aspect, it made no difference to him. His aptitude didn’t need further explanation, with multiple overlapping physical characteristics, he didn’t know anyone in this world who could match him.

As for the physical strength of his body, it didn’t need mentioning. Even without cultivation, his physical body was as strong as a demon, let alone elementary cultivation. He didn’t think that the prodigies of powerful sects were any better than him.

“Hmm!”

As for Feng Qing’an at this moment, Dong Huang was speechless. The two fell silent for a while, and Feng Qing’an focused his attention on himself, particularly on the qi sea in his Dantian, which had just been formed.

Strands of deep True Qi, as cold as ice, like dragons or serpents, darted around in the tumultuous Qi sea. Various images of demonic beasts appeared as if they were about to evolve into something concrete.