Qingcang Ordinary Realm, Eastern Region, Qingfeng Sect.
The late autumn wind swept the dead leaves in the mountains and passed over the bluestone floor of the outer gate martial arts field, bringing with it a biting chill.
In the center of the martial arts arena, the young man Lu Xuan tightly clutched the only low-grade spiritual stone left in his palm. His knuckles were white and there was soreness in the seams of his bones.
He is sixteen years old this year, has been in Qingfeng Sect for three years, and is still at the third level of Qi Refining.
In a sect full of geniuses, he was a loser who everyone could ridicule at will.
Just because he was born with mixed spiritual roots and five elements of spiritual roots, ordinary monks can break through the fifth level of Qi refining in one year. However, he practiced hard for three years and stagnated. His spiritual power was blocked in his Dantian, and it was difficult to improve even the most basic breathing and breathing skills.
