2025-12-27 07:27:29At that moment, Mu Qiu was lying on the bed, gasping for air vehemently.
His entire body was drenched in sweat, as if he had fallen into a lake.
His face was pale and he appeared weak all over!
Just at this moment...
"Gurgle gurgle..."
His stomach let out a grumble once again.
Hungry!
Very hungry!
Extremely hungry!
"It's only been an hour since I last ate, how come I'm like this?"
Completely devoid of strength, Mu Qiu collapsed onto the bed.
Oh how he wished he could just go out and eat grass and trees.
But in the end, he held back.
He flipped his body up and began to meditate with his eyes closed.
Bit by bit, he absorbed the spiritual energy from earth and heaven to replenish himself.
It wasn't until the dinner period that he hastily jumped up.
Rushing out of the small courtyard, he made a beeline for the dining hall.
"Quickly, spiritual grain, steamed chicken, abalone... bring me ten portions of each!"
At the meal service window, Mu Qiu appeared as if he was starving.
"Te...ten portions?"
The disciple serving the meals was utterly flabbergasted.
"Uh? Is that not allowed?"
Seeing Mu Qiu frowning, the disciple serving meals quickly complied. "Of course, of course, that's absolutely fine."
Before long, Mu Qiu returned to his quarters, biting into a steamed chicken with one hand and holding ten portions of meals in the other.
But this time, Mu Qiu had learned his lesson. Instead of finishing all the meals at once, he decided to save three portions.
Not until he had his fill to the point of continuous burping did he put down his chopsticks, once again entering into the Inheritance Space.
This time, he finally managed to set one foot onto the fifth step.
Eventually, he was bounced out once more.
Once again drenched in sweat, he found even breathing to be a weary task.
His entire being felt as though his body had been hollowed out.
His stomach, uncontrollably, was once again making grumbling noises.
Out of helplessness, Mu Qiu finished the remaining three servings of food.
Next, he re-entered the Inheritance Space.
This time, although Mu Qiu was still unable to set his right foot on the fifth step, he managed to tread an inch further compared to before.
Ejected yet again, Mu Qiu was drenched in sweat, panting heavily as he lay on the bed.
Listening to the growling sound from his stomach, he couldn't help but let out a bitter smile.
This ancient god inheritance is really not something for humans to practice!
Having calmed his feelings, he started to frown in thought.
After a long while, Mu Qiu heaved a long sigh, saying, "Continuing like this is not the way, why am I always starving whenever I exit from the Inheritance Space?"
It seems that every time the energy from the food he consumed would all be drained away when he attempted to ascend the Inheritance Stepladder!
Could it be...
Mu Qiu's eyes flickered as he muttered two words, "Vitality?"
Vitality was different from spirit energy.
Spirit energy was something that existed between heaven and earth, obtained through cultivation.
But vitality represented a person's life force.
Many times, after performing strenuous work, people needed good food to replenish nutrients, which in essence, was to refill their vitality.
A loss of vitality, conversely, was usually due to the body being unable to withstand certain oppressive forces!
Otherwise, in the world, there wouldn't be a saying like knowledge is poor, force is rich.
"It seems that ascending the Heritage Steps is a process that severely depletes vitality." thought Mu Qiu, as if he had a sudden revelation, "This means that if I have enough vitality, I can step onto more Heritage Steps!"
The next day.
Mu Qiu visited the dining hall three times, each time he took away ten meals.
Not only was the server dumbfounded, even the other disciples were stunned by his actions!
But Mu Qiu didn't care about what others thought.
For now, nothing could compare to his pursuit of the ancient god's heritage!
This time, after eating thirty servings of food,
Mu Qiu finally confirmed his previous guess.
Ascending the Heritage Steps requires sufficient energy support!
...
Time blinked, and three days passed.
Over these three days, Mu Qiu has nearly diligently traveled between the dining hall every day.
He would rather move the entire dining hall to his dwelling.
With such earnest effort, he successfully ascended to the sixth step of the Heavenly Ladder.
The forces of the ancient gods within his body became even stronger.
The strength of his physical body has also increased significantly.
At least, the full energy strike of his martial arts at the sixth level can be completely resisted now!
Besides, six to seven-tenths of his dantian has also recovered.
If this continues, he should be fully recovered when he ascends to the ninth step.
However, as the height of the Heritage Steps increases, the spirit cereals, steamed chicken, and so on in the dining hall can no longer support his energy replenishment.
No matter how much he eats in the dining hall, it is difficult to reach the seventh step of the Heavenly Ladder.
It seems that more pure vital energy is needed!
With this thought, Mu Qiu unknowingly fell into slumber.
He hadn't had a good rest these past few days.
Indeed, he was completely exhausted!
...
The following day, early morning.
The sound of a bell dragged Mu Qiu from his dreams.
Sitting up, he mumbled a curse under his breath.
Mu Qiu lazily stretched, visibly annoyed by the bell that disturbed his sweet dreams.
But after a moment, his head shot up, as if he remembered something.
"This is the bell from the Gong Palace!"
Mu Qiu recalled that today was the first day of the month.
On the first day of every month, it was the pill-taking day for the outer disciples of Hengshan Sect.
Back when he was still considered a genius, others always brought the pills to him.
Later, when his Dantian was shattered, he never returned to the Gong Palace to collect them.
After all, even if he had elixir at that time, it was of no help!
But now, it's different!
Currently, he needs vital energy!
Fortunately, he remembers that there is a kind of elixir to replenish vital energy in the contribution hall, the Vitality Nurturing Pill!
"Take it, I must take it!"
Thinking of this, Mu Qiu flopped off the bed.
Without even brushing his teeth, he dashed directly towards the direction of the contribution hall.
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