[One Year of Quanzhen True Qi] [Quanzhen Heart Method] [Quanzhen Swordplay] [Twenty Years of Daoist Scriptures Comprehension]
The rewards from the simulator came directly from the classic mode's simulated life.
The better the life, the better the rewards obtained.
A life like his, where he died directly in his thirties, counted as premature death.
"Quanzhen Heart Method."
Song Zhe decisively chose the Quanzhen Heart Method.
For him, who had Level 0 innate spirit power, the Quanzhen Heart Method was undoubtedly a timely help.
As for one year of Quanzhen True Qi, it probably wasn't much, and he might as well cultivate it himself.
There was even less need to mention the Quanzhen Swordplay; what good was having swordplay without spirit power?
As for the twenty years of Daoist Scriptures Comprehension, it was not worth mentioning.
[Quanzhen Heart Method loading...]
Although the Quanzhen Heart Method cannot compare to the Nine Yang Divine Skill or the Nine Yin Manual, as the foundational cultivation method of the Orthodox Daoist Sect, it is actually not weak at all.
It shouldn't be worse than Tang San's Mysterious Heaven Skill.
It might just be difficult to start, requiring one to endure until the later stages before achieving a breakthrough.
Song Zhe was not worried about this at all; since he possessed the previous life simulator, he would eventually have plenty of opportunities to gain True Qi.
As the System slowly loaded, all the content of the Quanzhen Heart Method was directly engraved in his mind.
It was as if he had already cultivated all of this; it was surprisingly natural and effortless.
Song Zhe immediately sat cross-legged, palms and soles facing the sky, and began circulating the Quanzhen Heart Method, sensing the so-called heaven and earth vitality.
Although it was his first time sensing it, it was surprisingly smooth, and in just a moment, he sensed the heaven and earth vitality.
Following that, he guided the heaven and earth vitality into his body.
After he completed one Major Cycle, a wisp of Quanzhen True Qi was added to his body, marking his entry into the practice. The rest was mainly about accumulating True Qi.
The sky had already darkened now; several hours had passed since Song Zhe entered Meditation.
"The efficiency of cultivating this Internal Skill is too low. I should check the Survival Space first."
Song Zhe finally understood why the Quanzhen Sect was declining with each generation.
Some people might need several years just to sense the Qi Flow.
It would be better to cultivate other methods, which would at least allow for quick entry and visible results.
"Survival Space."
After Song Zhe selected and entered from his Sea of Consciousness, a caption immediately popped up.
[Survival Quest: Escape from the encirclement of the Quanzhen Disciples.]
Seeing this, Song Zhe couldn't help but frown.
If he opened the Survival Space now, having only cultivated a single wisp of True Qi, wouldn't he just be seeking death?
How could a small piece of trash like him escape from the siege of the Quanzhen Sect members?
However, the refresh time for the Survival Space was less than one day remaining.
In other words, after one day, the time for the Survival Space would already be one week later.
As for classic mode, it would take more than ten days before it could be opened again.
"Enter."
Song Zhe thought about it and decided he could only enter the Survival Space.
Rather than wasting this opportunity, it was better to go in and check the situation... accompanied by the progress bar advancing to 100%.
After a burst of blinding light, Song Zhe arrived in a quaint and ancient World.
"Catch Song Zhe, don't let him run away."
Just then.
A sharp voice came from afar, causing Song Zhe to frown.
Once his consciousness stabilized, he realized his situation seemed grim.
He was being cornered by a group of Taoist priests near a cliff.
The roads on the other three sides were blocked by the group of Taoist priests; only the cliff behind him was shrouded in white mist.
"Song Zhe, you are merely a Utility Disciple, yet you dare to secretly learn the Quanzhen Heart Method and Quanzhen Swordplay. Don't you look at your own aptitude? Don't you have any self-awareness?"
A man supported by many disciples stared at Song Zhe with contempt.
"Senior Brother Zhao, why waste words with him? Just kill this ingrate directly."
The Taoist priest standing next to Zhao Zhijing quickly flattered him.
As the Chief Disciple of the Quanzhen Sect's third generation, Zhao Zhijing was naturally supported by many lackeys.
When the Seven Masters of Quanzhen eventually step down, Zhao Zhijing is highly likely to become the next Sect Leader, or at least an Elder.
If they didn't fawn over him now, they wouldn't be able to climb the ranks later.
"If Martial Uncle Ma Yu hadn't taken pity on him back then, he wouldn't have adopted this beast. Who knew this beast would betray the sect? Senior Brother Zhao, please execute this traitor."
Taoist priests on the other side also echoed the sentiment.
In their eyes, Song Zhe was a heartless, ungrateful beast.
The Quanzhen Sect had raised him for over thirty years, yet instead of being a proper Utility Disciple, he colluded with the Mongolians and betrayed the sect.
"Senior Brother Zhao, let's restrain Junior Brother Song first, and wait until Martial Uncle Sect Leader returns before letting him decide!"
Zhen Zhibing did not agree with Zhao Zhijing's approach.
After all, Song Zhe was the child adopted by the Sect Leader, and he had always served Immortal Master Ma Yu.
"According to Quanzhen Sect rules, apostates shall be executed without mercy."
Zhao Zhijing completely ignored Zhen Zhibing.
He was simply following the Quanzhen Sect rules and executing an apostate.
In this era of strict sect rules, no apostate could be tolerated.
Even if Song Zhe in front of him was picked up by Martial Uncle Sect Leader, he could not be tolerated.
"Damn it."
Song Zhe never expected this.
The simulator's Survival Space had actually placed him in a death trap from the Traditional Mode.
Damn it, he was just a small piece of scum. How could he possibly withstand Zhao Zhijing, the strongest of the third generation?
"Senior Brothers, is there some misunderstanding here?"
Song Zhe forced a smile that was uglier than crying.
Fortunately, these people were still willing to talk and hadn't immediately hacked him to death.
"Junior Brother Song, are you implying that so many Senior and Junior Brothers have misunderstood you?"
Someone spoke mockingly.
How could they tolerate someone who betrayed the sect, secretly learned the Quanzhen Heart Method and Swordplay, and intended to hand them over to the Mongolians?
How could they tolerate this?
If they hadn't accidentally discovered Song Zhe secretly learning the Quanzhen Swordplay while they were practicing it and immediately attacked him...
...these third-generation disciples wouldn't have known that this guy Song Zhe had also secretly learned the Quanzhen Heart Method.
"That's right, stop wasting words with him. Just kill him."
A flash of killing intent crossed Yin Zhiping's eyes.
He wanted to kill Song Zhe even more than Zhao Zhijing did.
Because this guy had run into him last night on Zhongnan Mountain while he was peeking at Miss Long.
Therefore, today, Yin Zhiping launched the accusation, claiming he secretly learned the Quanzhen Swordplay to give to the Mongolians.
Good heavens, this fellow really did secretly learn the Quanzhen Heart Method and Swordplay; he had stumbled upon the truth by chance.
"Take this."
Yin Zhiping immediately charged forward, thrusting his Long Sword diagonally upwards with his right hand.
This move seemed ordinary, but the force, skill, form, and power were all executed perfectly.
To practice the "Dingyang Needle" to such flawlessness, someone with slightly inferior talent might not be able to achieve it even with a lifetime of effort.
It was clear that this Yin Zhiping was definitely an outstanding figure among the third-generation disciples.
"Damn it!"
In his panic, Song Zhe mysteriously summoned a small grass with nine leaves in his right hand.
Facing Yin Zhiping's fierce attack, he instinctively used the small grass in his hand to directly meet the Dingyang Needle.
When the opponent's Sword Momentum arrived, a majestic True Qi immediately erupted.
Although the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass in Song Zhe's hand was not severed by the Dingyang Needle, he was blown away by the majestic True Qi.
Suddenly, Song Zhe, whose feet were dangling in the air and who lacked Movement Techniques, fell from the cliff.