Breaking Through to the Dao, Witnessing All the Jade Capital Flowers in a Single Morning

Two days later.

The morning glow was just rising, and the sunlight was faint.

Ninth Prince's residence, rear garden.

The cold was biting, freezing water into ice.

Withered branches and dead wood were covered by heavy snow, a vast expanse of white.

Fang Heng, dressed in a pure white mink coat, sat cross-legged on a large rock in the rock garden.

He faced east, gazing at the first rays of dawn appearing on the horizon.

Within his dantian, there was a swelling sensation, as if new life was about to burst forth.

"Breaking through to the Dao is today!"

Fang Heng exhaled a turbid breath.

The warm air he exhaled instantly condensed into tiny ice crystals in the bitter cold of winter.

The moment the dawn light leaped above the horizon, Fang Heng focused his mind and circulated his cultivation technique.

He felt a surge of purple qi, rushing towards him.

It was like surging waves, continuous and unending.

And like ten thousand horses galloping, flowing ceaselessly.

In an instant, Fang Heng felt as if his entire being was enveloped by an ocean of purple qi.

Countless strands of purple qi, as if vying for first place, surged into his dantian.

It was like young swallows returning to their nests, or fallen leaves returning to their roots.

It gave Fang Heng a strange feeling.

As if his dantian was the ultimate destination for the world's purple qi.

If other Daoist School cultivators knew of this treatment, where the world's purple qi eagerly rushed in, their eyes would turn red with jealousy.

Every day, they racked their brains, struggling to absorb even a trace of the world's purple qi.

For Fang Heng, it was as simple and easy as eating and drinking.

An Innate Immortal Seed was truly something else!

Endless purple qi surged in.

The swelling sensation in his dantian became increasingly real.

Until...

Rumble!

An invisible roar echoed from deep within his body.

Like a great bell, yet silent.

Profound and ineffable.

However, this roar was heard only by Fang Heng himself.

Breaking through to the Dao, right at this moment!

Dense vitality surged forth.

Nourishing his physical body and warming his soul.

Even the withered branches and dead wood regained new life, sprouting and growing.

The entire garden's flowers bloomed like rain, competing to blossom.

The entire backyard instantly transformed into a sea of flowers, their fragrance wafting everywhere.

In a trance, it felt as if he had traveled through time.

At this moment, it was no longer the twelfth lunar month, but the third month of spring, with bright sunshine.

Fang Heng slowly opened his eyes, two brilliant beams of light bursting forth from them.

Looking at the spring scenery throughout the garden, a feeling of exhilaration welled up in his heart.

Ten years of arduous cultivation, unknown to all; in one morning, behold the flowers of Jade Capital.

The first realm of the Daoist School, Feasting on Rosy Clouds.

It was done!

In ancient Chinese myths and legends, Feasting on Rosy Clouds and absorbing qi was a lifestyle of immortals, existing only in legend.

In the Great Qian Dynasty, Feasting on Rosy Clouds and absorbing qi was no longer a myth but the first step in the Daoist School's cultivation system.

Feasting on Rosy Clouds and absorbing qi means drawing in the vital essence of heaven and earth.

Compared to cultivators who had not yet broken through to the Dao, the biggest improvement was that the vital essence absorbed was no longer limited to only the gentlest purple qi of heaven and earth.

Other essence from heaven and earth can also be absorbed and exhaled.

The most common among these is spiritual energy from heaven and earth.

His cultivation speed far surpassed what it was before breaking through.

[Destiny Owner: Fang Heng]

[Lifespan: 16/25]

[Realm: Feasting on Rosy Clouds (Daoist School First Realm)]

[Destiny: Innate Immortal Seed (Gold), Dragon Descendant (Red), Early Death (Gray)]

[Destiny Points: 50]

Fang Heng nodded with satisfaction after glancing at his status panel.

The three main cultivation systems—Martial Path, Daoist School, and Buddhist School—each have their strengths.

Among them, the Daoist School excels in nurturing life and longevity.

Daoist cultivators in the same realm have significantly longer lifespans than those of the Martial Path or Buddhist School.

Just advancing to the first realm added five years to Fang Heng's lifespan.

Of course, the Martial Path and Buddhist School also have their own advantages.

The Martial Path has a low barrier to entry.

Except for cases like Fang Heng, who was born with deficiencies, anyone can cultivate the Martial Path.

Therefore, within the Great Qian Dynasty, the number of martial artists far exceeds that of the Daoist or Buddhist Schools.

Especially within the army, martial artists are as numerous as fish crossing a river.

Those who emerge after countless bloody battles are all exceptional heroes.

The military achievements of the Great Qian Dynasty are also primarily attributed to martial artists.

As for the Buddhist School, it emphasizes enlightenment.

It is widely believed within the Buddhist School that one can achieve instant Buddhahood through sudden enlightenment.

This is not a myth.

The founding patriarch of Azure Dragon Temple in the Western Regions Buddhist Kingdom is an example of achieving instant Buddhahood.

For the first sixty years of his life, he simply rang bells and beat drums in the temple, living in a muddled state with nothing remarkable about him.

He was just an ordinary old monk who knew nothing of cultivation and had no cultivation base.

However, on the night of his sixtieth birthday, he suddenly achieved enlightenment and became a Buddha instantly.

He broke through twelve realms overnight.

From an ordinary old monk with no cultivation, he became a high monk of the Twelfth Buddhist Realm.

He then traveled through the Western Regions Buddhist Kingdom, debating scriptures for thirty years, and no one could defeat him in argument.

After that, this high monk established Azure Dragon Temple in his hometown.

To this day, Azure Dragon Temple has become one of the five major temples in the Western Regions Buddhist Kingdom.

It was the dead of winter, yet a hundred flowers were in full bloom.

This unusual sight caught Yun Menglan's eye.

With a light tap of her toes, her figure flashed.

Her graceful, moon-white form appeared in the backyard.

She looked up and saw Fang Heng sitting cross-legged on the rockery.

The nascent morning light fell upon his shoulders, radiating youthful spirit and perfect sunshine.

"Your Highness, you..."

"Entered the Dao?!"

On Yun Menglan's elegant and beautiful face, a mix of complex emotions—astonishment, joy, relief—intertwined.

A thin mist welled up in her autumn-water eyes, adding a hazy beauty.

Fang Heng stood up and leaped down from the rockery, light as a swallow and incredibly graceful.

"Aunt Yun, I've entered the Dao."

This light remark filled Yun Menglan with profound emotion.

"Good!"

"Very good!"

"Truly very good!"

"Is this the Evergreen Temple's health cultivation technique?"

Yun Menglan wiped the dampness from the corners of her eyes and quickly asked with concern.

"Well… I'm not entirely sure either."

"These past two days, I've felt a bit strange cultivating the health cultivation technique, so I tried cultivating the Everlasting Evergreen Scripture."

"To my surprise, it actually worked!"

Fang Heng's explanation was ambiguous.

After all, the destiny of an [Innate Immortal Seed] couldn't be revealed to outsiders.

Even though Yun Menglan was utterly loyal to him and had watched him grow up since he was a child.

Fang Heng still held something back.

His ambiguous explanation, however, caused Yun Menglan to automatically picture a scene in her mind.

His Highness cultivated the health cultivation technique for ten years, then later condensed an immortal root, just like the founding patriarch of Evergreen Temple.

"It wasn't in vain that Her Ladyship sent Your Highness to Evergreen Temple back then."

"Ten years of arduous cultivation have finally borne fruit."

"Your Highness, please come with me into the palace to tell Her Ladyship this good news."

Yun Menglan was eager to tell Consort Ning the good news of his breakthrough.

"Aunt Yun, there's no rush."

"It's not too late to tell my mother consort the good news in a few days, after I've consolidated my cultivation."

"Lest we get excited for nothing."

Fang Heng spoke slowly.

Yun Menglan was startled at first, then immediately understood, giving a slight nod of her head.

"Your Highness, you really are thoughtful."

The two returned to the study, and Fang Heng sat down, asking, "Aunt Yun, how has the disaster relief been going these past two days?"

"Your Highness, this is the ledger for the disaster relief. Please review it."

"I won't look at the ledger. I trust you, Aunt Yun."

Fang Heng looked at the ledger Yun Menglan presented, waving his hand, not wanting to inspect the accounts.

But Yun Menglan was displeased.

"Your Highness, rules cannot be broken."

"All the accounts of the princely estate must pass through your eyes."

Seeing Yun Menglan's meticulous manner, Fang Heng showed a helpless expression.

After going through the accounts, Yun Menglan's work was indeed thorough, and all the accounts matched up.

The disaster relief and porridge distribution over the past two days had cost three hundred taels of silver, which was even less than Fang Heng had anticipated.

But these three hundred taels of silver had brought Fang Heng 45 Destiny Points.

He was raking it in!

From this, Fang Heng also discovered that the acquisition of Destiny Points was related to his level of involvement.

Disaster relief, similarly, could increase National Destiny.

He helped Shen Qiushui and received 5 Destiny Points.

When he secretly orchestrated things himself, he received more Destiny Points.

The difference lay in his level of involvement.

If he personally handled things, he might gain even more Destiny Points.

However, for him, a dignified prince, to personally handle disaster relief would ultimately be too conspicuous.

If it fell into the eyes of those with ulterior motives, he would inevitably be accused of trying to win people over.

"Aunt Yun, you've done an excellent job with the disaster relief. Please continue."

"If silver runs short, you can directly draw from the estate's funds."

"Understood, Your Highness."

In the following days.

The disaster relief and porridge distribution brought Fang Heng a considerable amount of Destiny Points.

Destiny Points +20!

Destiny Points +15!

Destiny Points +20!

Destiny Points: 105

"I can finally condense a second destiny now."

A sharp glint flashed in Fang Heng's eyes.