So that was it.
Lu Yuan's mind was crystal clear.
What a clever way to make something from nothing.
First, find an "original" with a rare Dao Seed, then find a powerful "Cauldron" and transplant the Dao Seed into it. Use the Cauldron's cultivation and insight into the same Great Dao to ripen the seed.
Finally, pluck the ripe fruit.
As for whether the original and the Cauldron lived or died... Who would care?
They were just tools to be discarded once they'd served their purpose.
"So you knocked me out and brought me here to perform this 'Ritual of Seed Cultivation'?" Lu Yuan asked.
"Yes." Yun Chan nodded, her expression downcast. "The ritual requires absolute silence. Nothing can be allowed to disturb it. The Ghost Face was responsible for keeping watch, while I presided over the ritual... I never expected..."
She had never expected that the weakest, most harmless-looking "original" in their eyes would harbor such a terrifying monster.
Not only had he turned the ritual against them, he had made both of them—the officiant and the Cauldron—his slaves.
How ironic!
Lu Yuan's fingers tapped lightly against his knee, making a steady rhythm.
"Thump... Thump... Thump..."
Each strike seemed to land right on Yun Chan and the Ghost Face's hearts.
The atmosphere in the cave grew ever more oppressive.
Suddenly, Lu Yuan smiled.
"That's quite a story. Very moving. A sect willing to do anything to grow stronger—it sounds almost tragic."
There wasn't a trace of warmth in his smile.
"But there's one little problem."
He held up a finger.
"If I'm a 'born Dao Seed,' a genius found once in ten thousand, why didn't the Water Moon Sect simply take me as a disciple and pour all its resources into cultivating me, letting me walk this Great Dao