Controlled the divine spirit around his own dantian, the small skull looked a bit fragile, although its skeleton was spotless and white as jade, but it was like a newborn baby, unable to withstand any wind or rain.

  Other peoples hearts are swords and sabers, flowers and grasses, lightning and clouds, but why is ones own heart a small skull? What good can it bring to oneself?

  But looking left and right, this little skull is quite likable, thinking of this, Tang Fengs whole body came to life.

  It can only be verified after its own strength becomes stronger in the future.

  Some reluctantly withdrew their attention, Tang Feng turned his head to look out the window, the sky was still dark, so he started operating the Wú Cháng Jué, beginning his first truly meaningful cultivation.

  The meridians in his body had been completely opened up by the ghostly cows divine art, and with a slight movement of Tang Fengs mind, a warm flow of air emerged from his dantian, circulating through each acupoint along the two major meridians.

  When people are first born, they first form their essence and energy. When the essence and energy have formed, then the bones and marrow are produced. The bones serve as the framework, the blood vessels as the tent, the sinews as the ropes, the flesh as the walls, and the skin is firm with long hair. Grain enters the stomach, the blood vessels are open to allow passage, and the blood and energy can flow.

  No matter whether it is external or internal training, the most important thing is still the meridians and muscles of the human body. The meridians and muscles are the foundation, and as long as the foundation is laid well, future training will be twice as effective with half the effort.

  In the space of a single breath, spiritual energy from the outside world continuously entered Tang Fengs body. The small skull in his dantian resonated with it, constantly generating and injecting energy into his meridians.

  Tang Feng didnt hurry to let the spiritual energy he cultivated flow through his meridians, but instead left only a small part as the foundation, and urged all the rest into his bones and muscles, allowing this spiritual energy to temper every part of his body.

  The Ox-Headed Demons cultivation was only to help himself open up his meridians, but his physical body itself didnt have any understanding. What Tang Feng needs to do now is to temper his physical body to be as unbreakable and resilient as his meridians!

  Slowly, Tang Feng entered a state of complete absorption, everything around him disappeared, and his senses were all automatically blocked. If someone approached Tang Feng, they would definitely find that he had no breath, and the heartbeat at his chest would only come after a long interval, with a loud and powerful thumping sound, not much different from a dead person.

  This feeling was very subtle, but Tang Feng didnt feel a hint of discomfort, instead having a refreshing and enlightening sensation.

  It wasnt until much later that a faint, slight movement suddenly came from the dantian, and if Tang Fengs consciousness was still here, he would have discovered that at the same time as this movement, a circle of rippling, five-colored light radiated out from around Xiaolus skull, rapidly spreading outward in all directions.

  Knock......knock......knock......

  Originally, Tang Fengs heartbeat and the sounds were not harmonious, but slowly, the two sounds miraculously merged into one, indistinguishable from each other. Every time Tang Fengs heart beat once, Xiao Luo would emit a circle of light, and then a stream of spiritual energy would be born from Xiao Luo and enter the bodys meridians.

  The rotation of Wu Chang Jue no longer requires Tang Feng to maintain it, this cultivation only needs Tang Feng to keep a calm heart, the rest is as simple as breathing, as long as one is human, they will naturally do so.

  It took thirty-six weeks for the sky to brighten up. When the Cow Head Ghost God was cultivating inside his body, it was almost just a blink of an eye, and one week was completed. However, when Tang Feng cultivated himself, he needed a long time to complete one week. After all, he was not on the same level as the Cow Head Ghost God, and Tang Feng did not have too much disappointment about this. He would wait until his strength improved later, and the time it took to complete one week would definitely be shortened.

  Outside came the sound of footsteps, and then two girls about 14 or 15 years old pushed open the door and walked in. The two maids didnt even glance at Tang Feng, their faces filled with a tragic expression as if someone owed them hundreds of thousands, and reluctantly called out: "Young Master Feng, its time to get up."

  Two young girls, one named Meng Er and the other Bao Er, were not actually disciples of Tian Xiu. They were rescued by Lin Ruoyu when she encountered a vendetta on the road during an outing.

  Lin Ruoyu had her own motives and did not let them enter the Tianxiu, but instead let them go serve Tang Feng directly. She also privately taught them cultivation techniques.

  Tang Feng often bullied the two girls, sometimes even teasing them, although he never physically harmed them, but his verbal abuse was not rare. So both girls disliked him very much.

  The original Tang Feng was this kind of person! He bullied the weak and feared the strong, if Tian Xius disciple was stronger than him, he would go fawn on them. These two girls were ordinary people, as long as Tang Feng had suffered a loss, when he came back, he would take it out on them.

  At night, the two girls lived on the other side of the Wuyaliu Pavilion. Although the commotion last night woke them up, they were not clear about what happened either.

  Hearing the noise, Tang Feng glared at them: "Didnt you know to knock on the door before coming in? What if I was changing clothes?"

  Menger and Baoer blinked their innocent big eyes, thinking that they usually didnt do anything wrong. And no one had said anything to them, so who was bullying him this early in the morning?

  Tang Feng swung his large hand in a beautiful arc, pointing towards the outside of the door. His voice was crisp and clear, ringing out: "Out... go! Knock on the door before coming in."

  Menger stuck out her tongue at Baoer and whispered: "I dont know what kind of young masters airs youre putting on!"

  Baoer smiled and quickly stretched out her hand to close the door.

  Its not that Tang Feng is putting on airs, but if it were the old Tang Feng, it wouldnt matter. The key is that hes not the old Tang Feng anymore, and sooner or later, there will be some secret. What if these two girls stumble upon it? Can he still kill them to silence them? For now, Tang Feng can only cultivate their sense of propriety.

  Knock knock! Two knocks on the door. Menger called out from outside: "Can I come in now?"

  Tang Fengs big horse knife sat on the edge of the bed and said in a deep voice: "Come in!"

  The two maids secretly found it amusing, as the young master, who usually spoke in a soft and delicate voice that could make peoples skin crawl, was today being overbearing and full of energy, seemingly plotting something.

  The door was pushed open and Meng Er stepped in with big strides, ready to start todays work.

  Before even approaching Tang Feng, Meng Er scrunched up her eyebrows, and her small nose twitched like a little dogs as she sniffed around, muttering to herself: "How can it smell so bad?"

  "Really." Baoer placed her left hand under her nose and waved her right hand in front of her face, looking around uncertainly. When she saw Tang Fengs current appearance, her eyes froze instantly.

  Menger also discovered Tang Fengs abnormality, and a hint of extreme helplessness flowed out of her eyes.

  "What am I doing?" Tang Feng saw two girls staring at him with all their might and was extremely puzzled, "Do I have flowers on my face?"

  Following their line of sight downwards, Tang Feng was suddenly shocked and lost his composure.

  "Ugh……what is this?" His own clothes, he didnt know how they got like that, all sticky and gooey. Not only that, but his exposed skin was also covered in a thick, muddy substance, just like thin mud. And on his bed, there were some damp stains. He lifted his arm to his nose and sniffed carefully, Tang Feng almost choked, involuntarily letting out a stifled groan: "So smelly!"