Bodhi Infant Transformation Pill

For a moment, Ye Qingxuan even thought she had come to the wrong place.

This was the imperial palace, the most luxurious place in the entire Great Yan Dynasty. How could there be somewhere so shabby?

Standing here, Ye Qingxuan even felt something wrong with the circulation of spiritual power within her, as though the Crown Prince's Eastern Palace could disperse spiritual qi.

But that should not have been possible. Beneath the entire Great Yan Imperial Palace lay a massive Spirit Gathering Array. Even if the Eastern Palace could not compare to her own residence, its spiritual qi should not have been this scarce.

"Someone!"

After a while, a Momo well past fifty finally shuffled in trembling. She kowtowed to Ye Qingxuan. "This old servant pays respects to the Second Princess."

"What is going on with this Eastern Palace?! How is Ye Xuan supposed to live here when he moves in someday?! If word of this gets out, where will the Great Yan Royal Family's dignity be?" Ye Qingxuan snorted coldly as she stared at Momo.

Momo's whole body trembled at her words, and she hurriedly said, "Second Princess, this was ***'s order. Ever since the Crown Prince... oh no, ever since Ye Yu returned, *** withdrew all the guards and servants from the Eastern Palace and cut off its expenses as well. That is why..."

Hearing this, Ye Qingxuan frowned, only then remembering.

Back when Ye Yu had first returned, Eldest Sister Ye Qingwan had been afraid Ye Xuan would be unhappy, so she had specifically called them together to discuss stripping down the Eastern Palace.

She had agreed at the time. She simply had not expected...

Ye Qingxuan swept her gaze across the Eastern Palace. In her memories, it had not been inferior even to their father's bedchamber. Yet now, it was worse than the homes of ordinary commoners.

The dignified Crown Prince of Great Yan had actually lived in a place worse than a pigsty. Who would believe it if it were said aloud? And in her memories, Ye Yu seemed never to have complained about it either.

Shaking her head, Ye Qingxuan tossed all those thoughts behind her and spoke coldly once more. "Even if Eldest Sister stopped everything, did he not have any personal wealth? After being Crown Prince for so many years, how could he possibly be this destitute? He was just pretending to be miserable! He has disgraced our royal family!"

"Enough. You may leave." Ye Qingxuan waved her hand impatiently after glancing at Momo.

Momo instantly felt as though she had been granted a pardon. Without even looking back, she left.

Once Momo was gone, Ye Qingxuan swept out her jade-like arm. Spiritual power carried a faint breeze through the Eastern Palace, instantly cleaning the entire place, after which she carefully searched for evidence that Ye Yu had colluded with the Devil Race.

Yet in this place where everything lay exposed at a glance, Ye Qingxuan found nothing. "This trash has hidden it quite deeply!"

Ye Qingxuan's face darkened. Just as she was about to leave, she looked up and saw a piece of jade above the Eastern Palace gates flashing with faint spiritual light.

"A Memory Stone?!" Ye Qingxuan cried out in surprise, only then recalling that every residence possessed a Memory Stone, allowing the Imperial Princes and princesses to record their cultivation process to aid their training.

The corners of Ye Qingxuan's lips rose slightly at once. With a light beckoning gesture, the Memory Stone peeled itself free and floated before her. "Let's see how you can still deny it now!"

Ye Qingxuan sneered. She was almost certain that the Memory Stone contained evidence of Ye Yu colluding with the Devil Race. Without further hesitation, she steadied her mind and sent her spiritual power into the Memory Stone, preparing to view its past recordings.

But at that moment, the Sound Transmission Jade Token at her waist rang, and Ye Qingwan's voice came from within.

"Second Sister, come to the Hall of Mental Cultivation. Father has sent word back."

Ye Qingxuan frowned at this, put away the Memory Stone, and headed for the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Inside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Ye Qingwan and Ye Xuan were chatting cheerfully. When Ye Qingxuan arrived, Ye Qingwan said, "Second Sister, Father sent word back. This time, when he went to Yunzhou for the Hundred Dynasties Tournament, he saw quite a few gifted prodigies. Some Imperial Princes from other dynasties who are around Xiao Xuan's age have even already touched upon mid Golden Core."

"If we want to stand out in the War of a Hundred Dynasties and secure more resources for Great Flame, we need to speed up Xiao Xuan's cultivation. After all, Xiao Xuan is only at the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage right now."

"Also, Father wants us to recruit as many talented cultivators as possible. Do you have any thoughts on the matter?"

Meanwhile, Ye Yu had found a secluded cave. After regulating his breathing for a while, he continued pouring spiritual power into the Small Cauldron.

After a long while, the Small Cauldron trembled, and its lid lifted open.

Looking at the Starry Sea within the Small Cauldron, Ye Yu could not help but marvel, even though he had seen it many times.

He became even more curious about the origins of this Small Cauldron.

The next moment, what seemed to be a shooting star streaked through the Small Cauldron, then shot straight toward its mouth. Ye Yu pushed the spiritual power in his body to its limit, and the instant the shooting star burst out of the cauldron, he seized it in one grab.

After spitting something out, the Small Cauldron dimmed once more, and its lid snapped tightly shut.

Ye Yu was no longer surprised by this. The Small Cauldron could only be opened once per day; no matter how much spiritual power one poured into it, it was useless.

Ye Yu slowly opened his palm. As the radiance gradually faded, the entire cave was immediately filled with a rich medicinal fragrance. A golden pill the size of a longan lay quietly in Ye Yu's palm.

"Bodhi Infant Transformation Pill?!" Once he saw the pill in his hand clearly, Ye Yu sucked in a sharp breath.

The Bodhi Infant Transformation Pill was a peak seventh-rank pill, capable of helping one form a Nascent Soul. Countless geniuses had been barred outside the threshold of the Nascent Soul realm, remaining stuck at the Golden Core Stage for their entire lives.

That was because forming a Nascent Soul did not rely on cultivation alone; it also required opportunity and luck.

Yet the Bodhi Infant Transformation Pill could increase a cultivator's chances of forming a Nascent Soul by more than fifty percent. Moreover, it could stimulate the body's latent potential.

Legend had it that a cultivator with a low-grade spiritual root had once taken a Bodhi Infant Transformation Pill by a stroke of fortune. The grade of his spiritual root leapt three levels in succession, reaching Heaven grade, and his cultivation speed increased by dozens of times.

With that thought, Ye Yu did not think any further and swallowed it in one gulp.

Before losing his spiritual root, Ye Yu had already cultivated to the Nascent Soul realm, but the Nascent Soul he formed had been a Blood Infant.

Although a Blood Infant's combat power surpassed that of an ordinary Nascent Soul by quite a bit, one could never set foot in Spirit Transformation for life. Back then, within the Nine Nether Blood Spring, Ye Yu had had no other choice.

Now that he had the chance to start over, Ye Yu naturally wanted to begin anew, abandon the Blood Infant method, and strive for a higher-grade Nascent Soul.

As the pill entered his stomach, Ye Yu felt a surge of pure spiritual power rush into his limbs and bones. This differed from absorbing the spiritual qi of heaven and earth; the spiritual power within the Bodhi Infant Transformation Pill contained faint wisps of Dao charm.

Though this Dao charm was exceedingly faint, so faint it could almost be said to be nonexistent, it was still an enormous stroke of fortune.

The next moment, Ye Yu felt utterly clear and unobstructed, his mind becoming incomparably lucid, as though he were sitting beneath a Bodhi tree. The Dao between heaven and earth became incomparably distinct at that moment.

Ye Yu simply sat cross-legged amid the Dao, quietly tracing that thread of illusory, intangible sensation.

Yet Ye Yu, immersed in enlightenment, failed to notice that a massive phantom was slowly rising behind him.