Chapter 3 Purple Air comes from the East

When Gao Ge wakes up again, he finds himself back in the hospital. He is suddenly relieved. Things which happened before are so unreal. But now, seeing Meng Jing standing by the bed and smiling at himself, he is much more relaxed.

“So, the thing you need to do is to go to school for a fight?” Gao Ming snorts, looking very sullen and unhappy.

“Enough is enough. After all our son has woken up. You have said too much.” Song Yun always pampers Gao Ge.

The actual situation is that Song Yun kept grumbling when Gao Ge was in a coma.

When Song Yun just finishes her words, the door of the ward suddenly opens, and a little fatty at a similar age with Gao Ge is walking in with several boxes.

“Boss, you are awake! Haha, I just buy your dinner.” The little fatty laughs like a tractor.

“Hey buddy, how come you are here!” Gao Ge looks at him and suddenly gets a little excited.

“What do you mean? It is me who brought you back to the hospital!” The little fatty puts down the food. “Boss, when you are recovered, let’s go and find Li Lang. This little bastard is fucked!”

Gao Ming coughs when he hears these words.

The little fatty quickly stops talking and does not continue saying.

“It’s good to see you again.” Gao Ge looks at the chubby fatty and can’t help but say to him.

“Do not worry, Boss. You are a man of good luck. You will surely live longer than me.” Little fatty just thinks Gao Ge is sighing for the survival of a disaster.

The little fatty is called Yue Xincheng, a close friend of Gao Ge.

They met from the first year of high school, but they were not in the same class back then. Yet, they are both very good at fighting. If it weren’t for Yue Xincheng, the young Gao Ge would have to suffer more because of Li Lang.

In the past, he only knew that Yue Xincheng was a good fighter. When the aura recovered, he realized that the boy was the second son of an ancient martial arts family.

When the Aura Recovery Age started, Yue Xincheng was sent to Class Earth of the Cultivation Academy because of his good qualification, while Gao Ge was in Class Torrent.

There were eight classes, sorted by the order of “Heaven, Earth, Dark, Yellow, Universe, Eon, Torrent, Chaos.” (“The dark heavens and yellow earth amid universe and eon had their birth among torrent and chaos.” -- Thousand-Character Classic)

Different classes, different treatments. Just as the sequence of the assigned spiritual stones, students of Class Heaven could obtain eight stones in one month, while the students in Class Earth could get seven, and so on. Naturally, the penultimate Class Torrent could only have two. Under such circumstances, Yue Xincheng would still share his own spiritual stones with Gao Ge.

In the end, someone reported it to the schoolmaster. After the matter was disclosed, Yue Xincheng was directly driven out of the Academy. Since then, there had been no news of him.

The person who reported it was ordered by Yue Xincheng’s eldest brother, which was also known by Gao Ge after a long time.

“You call me Boss, but it seems that I didn’t take good care of you.” Looking at Yue Xincheng’s smile, there is a sudden tingling in Gao Ge’s heart.

“Boss, have you taken the wrong medicine?” Yue Xincheng’s eyes widen and he does not understand Gao Ge’s meaning.

Gao Ge shakes his head and stops talking.

He has made a secret decision in his heart.

Since the heaven gives him another chance, then he must take Yue Xincheng to see the beautiful landscape from the summit of the world!

Gao Ge goes out of the hospital in the afternoon. He rests in bed, and looks up the calendar, taking a marker in his hand and circling on it.

“It will be less than half a month before the opening of the secret realm of Mount Duanlong.” Gao Ge is biting the cap of the marker, “At that time, Yue Xincheng can also be brought with him. He is an offspring of the ancient martial arts family, who is good at taking in new things. There should be nothing to worry about.”

Speaking of this, he is somewhat curious.

Although Yue Xincheng has a good skill of fighting, that is the result compared with ordinary people.

Compared with the real ancient martial arts masters, there is still a big gap. The reason of it is really puzzling.

“Gao Ge! Dinner’s ready!” Song Yun knocks on the door and says.

When sitting at the dinner table and eating, Gao Ming naturally turns on the TV to watch news.

“Tomorrow, the distance between the sun and the earth will be the closest in 50 years...”

It happens that the broadcaster is talking about such a piece of news.

The chopsticks in his hand fall to the ground.

“What are you doing? Be careful.” Gao Ming frowns and reprimands him.

Gao Ge quickly picks up the chopsticks and washes them simply, conjuring something in his mind.

The next day, Gao Ge gets up early.

When he goes downstairs, the dawn has just broken.

He eats a few steamed stuffed buns downstairs and walks all the way to the lawn behind the People’s Square. He sits down cross-legged and looks up the place where the sun is about to rise. There is a red beautiful light over there.

But he does not come this early in the morning to see the sun.

“In the last life, I heard people say that the day when the sun gets closest to the earth is called the purple air day by the cultivators. It arises once in 50 years. If I practice on this day, the effect will be dozens of times in the past, and the purple air is also the purest on the day. If I can get a pure purple air in the body, it will be smoother when I break through the martial meridian.” He sits on the grass and mutters to himself.

When the sun rises slowly, he closes his eyes and begins to practice the breathing techniques that he has studied in the Academy. The simplest method of breathing is called Qi conduction. It is very common, but it is also the most useful way, even those arrogant talents would not give up Qi conduction. Only when one forms Qi in the body and guides it to break through the martial meridian, one can be considered to step on the road to cultivation.

There are 36 martial meridians in the human body.

The more meridians you break through, the more you will benefit. This is also the ruler to identify whether a person has talent. And the opening of the martial meridian is like laying the foundation before setting up a high-rise building. As long as the foundation is strong enough, a skyscraper can be built.

In the last life, Gao Ge only opened two martial meridians, and then he could open no more.

The sun rises and the purple air comes from east.

It takes more than one hour for Gao Ge to catch a wisp of purple air. He immediately merges it into his body. Then he opens his eyes and suddenly feels the body is lighter. The effect is remarkable.

He twists his neck and moves his muscles only to find a girl in a blue dress standing behind him.

He is shocked.

The girl has white skin, beautiful eyebrows as long and narrow as a lancet as well as extremely pure eyes. Only Meng Jing can compare with her among the girls Gao Ge has met.

They are both pretty and yet in different ways.

Meng Jing is cute and makes people want to protect her.

However, the girl in front of him is cold and flamboyant, as if everything near her should be frozen into ice. Especially when you look into her eyes, you will feel that the air that is breathed into the lungs carries with ice slags. She would literally be a female general if she rides a horse with a long sword in her hand.

“You are an ancient martial art practitioner too?” When the girl speaks, her face is filled with curiosity. “Your Qi conduction method seems to be somewhat unusual.”

The practitioner and cultivator mean the same but are called differently.

Gao Ge is stunned, feeling that the girl in front of him looks familiar.

But he couldn’t think of where he has seen her.

“Have we met before?” Gao Ge asks seriously.

The girl sneers: “That is an old trick. We are in the 21st century now.”

Gao Ge is speechless.

“Which family do you belong to? The Yue Family? Ning? Or Zhao?”