The grades of martial arts techniques and secret methods are divided into: Yellow, Profound, Earth, and Heaven.
Above the Celestial level is the Divine level.
Above the God level is the Saint level.
Such a high-level secret technique should not be in the hands of a young man from a remote sect in the lower realm.
Xiaoxiao Dragon's eyes were serious, but he didn't say anything to expose it.
She holds the secrets of bloodline inheritance and the Divine Cauldron of Heavenly Mandate.
It's not surprising that Chu Yunfei possesses some trump cards of unknown origin.
On the bluestone platform, Chu Yunfei had already completed the first round of Spirit Burning.
The dantian spiritual pool seemed to be covered by a layer of dark golden flames, and the liquid spiritual power kept rising, only to be forcibly pushed back into the depths of the spiritual pool.
The second round begins.
Burning blood.
The secret method manipulates the Qi and blood, drawing them little by little from the limbs and bones.
A faint red light appeared on Chu Yunfei's body, and it felt as if countless fine needles were piercing deep into his flesh.
Every inch of muscle and bone was heating up, and every meridian was simultaneously being washed by spiritual energy and blood.
This is just the beginning.
The truly terrifying aspect of the Great Heaven-Burning Art lies not in burning the spirit, nor in burning the blood.
And in the Burning Soul.
In the third round, the power of the divine soul descended.
His mind was jolted.
Spiritual power, vital energy, and divine soul—the three elements converge for the first time.
Bang!
A muffled thud came from Chu Yunfei's chest, his body slid back half a step, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
Inside the cultivation room, his body, which was sitting cross-legged, trembled, and several ripples appeared on the array patterns on the ground.
Xiaoxiao Dragon frowned. "You've already damaged your heart meridian on your first fusion, brat. Stop for a moment. Your soul is too weak right now; you can't suppress the burning of the three elements together."
Chu Yunfei wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Know."
He closed his eyes and readjusted his spiritual energy pathways.
The first failure was for a clear reason.
The blood and qi of this body in this life are stronger than those of an ordinary Heavenly Origin Realm cultivator, and the spiritual power has also been tempered by the Boundless Creation Scripture, but the strength of the soul can only barely reach the Early Stage of Heavenly Origin Realm.
If you try to completely replicate your past life's experiences, your soul will be worn down by the burning passion before it even begins.
Then reduce the proportion of Soul Burning.
It primarily uses spiritual energy, supplemented by blood and qi, while the soul is only responsible for locking down a few key nodes.
The second time.
The convergence of the three elements was much smoother than before, but it became unbalanced when it circulated through the meridians of the right arm.
Several small cuts and bleeding appeared on the skin of my right arm.
The third time.
The spiritual energy was too strong, suppressing the blood and qi, and the flames extinguished themselves as soon as they were formed.
The fourth time.
As his blood rushed to his throat, Chu Yunfei spat a mouthful of blood onto the bluestone platform.
Xiaoxiao Dragon's brows furrowed deeper and deeper as he watched.
This secret technique is indeed powerful.
That's ridiculously strong.
However, it is not an ordinary bursting secret technique. Instead, it treats the cultivator himself as a furnace, using spirit as fire, blood as oil, and soul as fuel, forcibly igniting a burning force that transcends realms.
The deal was struck, and a cross-border battle ensued in a short period of time.
If it fails to light, the furnace will be destroyed and people will die.
After each failure, Chu Yunfei would adjust his route, reduce his burning momentum, or change the point where his soul landed.
He doesn't seem like a beginner.
He resembled a swordsman readjusting to an old weapon.
This feeling is strange.
Xiaoxiao Dragon stared at his retreating figure, and the doubt in his heart resurfaced.
Could Chu Batian have left behind something like this?
Time continues to flow on the bluestone platform.
one day.
Two days.
Chu Yunfei had tried it no less than a hundred times.
The black robe covering his physical body was soaked with sweat, and small bloodstains were left on his right arm, chest, and shoulder.
Several bottles of pills were missing from the cultivation room, and the spirit crystals were gradually dimming under the influence of the time array.
On the third day, the Three-Origin Burning Momentum finally completed a full cycle for the first time.
Dark golden flames rose from his dantian, and crimson light from his blood and flesh surged forth. The power of his soul, like an invisible chain, bound the two together firmly.
Chu Yunfei opened his eyes.
On the bluestone platform, an aura far exceeding the Third Level of the Heavenly Origin Realm erupted.
He raised his hand, conjured a sword, and slashed forward.
There is no Sea-Overturning Ninefold Sword.
It was just a casual sword strike.
The sword light swept across the bluestone platform, leaving a sword mark nearly twenty feet long.
Xiaoxiao Dragon's eyes narrowed slightly.
The power of this sword strike is close to that of a full-force attack from the Seventh Level of the Heavenly Origin Realm.
This was only the initial formation of the Great Heaven-Burning Art; it had not yet fully erupted.
"This secret technique is indeed very powerful."
Xiaoxiao Dragon looked at him, his tone serious. "But you'd better remember, this thing can't be used casually. With your current physical and spiritual strength, you can only last for about ten breaths before you fall into weakness."
That's enough.
Chu Yunfei sheathed his sword.
For him, a few dozen breaths were enough to decide life and death.
He did not continue testing the sword.
The Great Heaven-Burning Art is only one step away from completion.
Reverse Yin and Yang to determine the burning momentum.
The first three rounds only barely ignited spiritual power, blood and qi, and the soul.
The final step, however, is to allow the Three-Origin Burning Momentum to complete the Yin-Yang reversal within the body, forming a truly stable secret imprint.
Only when it's done can the Great Heaven-Burning Art be considered truly mastered.
If defeated, the three elements will backfire, causing at best the meridians to rupture and at worst the soul to be burned through by the burning force.
This step is unavoidable.
We can't delay any longer.
The situation in the capital city no longer allows him time to slowly whittle things down.
Chu Yunfei sat down cross-legged, mobilizing the three elements of his body and circulating them along the last section of the path.
Initially, things were relatively stable.
Dark gold spiritual power and crimson blood energy intertwined, while the power of the soul settled in the middle, like an invisible hand, firmly suppressing the two forces.
First week.
The third week.
The seventh week.
The flames grew increasingly stable, and a tiny, dark golden seed even condensed deep within his dantian.
However, when the cycle reached its ninth cycle, an anomaly still occurred.
The flow of qi and blood suddenly reversed.
The dark gold flame suddenly surged, flowing through the meridians into the limbs and bones.
Scorching heat and chilling cold erupted simultaneously.
One stream burned upwards, scorching the soul; another stream froze downwards, freezing the meridians.
Two forces collided head-on within his body, as if trying to tear him apart.
Chu Yunfei's body stiffened.
The veins on his forehead bulged instantly.
Inside the cultivation room outside, his spiritual energy suddenly exploded.
Bang!
The stone gate trembled.
The array formations within the courtyard lit up one after another.
The Little Purple snake coiled around his wrist, startled awake by the aura, its serpentine eyes flashing with unease.
It sensed through the contract that Chu Yunfei was not in mortal danger, but it also noticed that the aura was in complete disarray, so it could only anxiously tighten its grip on his wrist.
Within his sea of consciousness, Xiaoxiao Dragon's expression changed drastically.
Stop!
She stepped in front of Chu Yunfei, her voice urgent.
"Your internal energy and blood are flowing in reverse, and your yin and yang are colliding. If you keep pushing it, your meridians will be ruptured. What's the deal with this secret technique you're using, brat?"
Chu Yunfei gritted his teeth, a suppressed growl escaping his throat, "It's alright, we'll just get through this, we won't die."
"You won't die?"
Xiaoxiao Dragon almost laughed out of anger, "You're not saying you won't die! You're putting yourself on a hot stove and complaining the fire isn't big enough!"
She stared intently at the out-of-control dark golden flame, her tone turning somber. "If your soul can't hold on, I can still help you replenish it, but you are currently suffering from an imbalance of Yin and Yang, and a backlash from the Three Elements. Unless an extremely Yin and pure external force can divert the burning flame from your body, no one can save you."
Chu Yunfei did not respond.
It's not that I don't want to.
He was unable to speak.
A burning sensation surged from his dantian to his heart, only to be suppressed by a chilling force.
The two forces tore at each other repeatedly, and his body arched on the bluestone platform, his fingertips almost digging into the ground.
What's more troublesome is that his soul is being dragged into chaos by the burning flames.
My sense of clarity is gradually fading away.
The final stage of the Great Heaven-Burning Art should have been controlled by the divine soul, governing Yin and Yang, but now, the divine soul can no longer suppress it.
Once this thread is broken, what remains is no longer Chu Yunfei's own judgment, but his secret instinct.
The combustion potential will find its own equilibrium.
If it can't find it, it will burn through the host.
Once found, we will cling to that sliver of hope and fight it to the death.
Inside the cultivation room outside, the surge of spiritual energy grew increasingly intense.
The array's light flickered rapidly.
Outside the side courtyard.
The maids on night duty were the first to be awakened.
Several people stood outside the hall, their faces pale.
They dared not approach, and could only watch from afar as the array patterns continued to light up deep within the side courtyard.
"Has something happened to Young Master Chu?"
"This commotion sounds like someone has gone mad with power. Should we inform Her Highness?"
"Her Highness the Princess has already given instructions that no one may enter the side courtyard without permission. But if something really happens to Young Master Chu, who among us can bear the responsibility?"
The head maid gritted her teeth, just about to send someone to the main hall, when she saw a figure in moon-white robes walking quickly from the direction of the main hall.
Ling Xueyao was wearing a nightgown, her long hair simply tied up, and she held a golden slender sword in her hand.
She was adjusting her breathing.
She opened her eyes when the formation in the side courtyard trembled for the first time.
Chu Yunfei's parting words, "No matter what happens tonight, don't come in," still echoed in my ears.
But the surge of spiritual energy emanating from the cultivation room doesn't resemble normal cultivation at all.
Immediately afterwards, a suppressed roar of pain came from behind the stone door.
Ling Xueyao's expression changed.
"Everyone, step back."
The maids quickly bowed.
The head maid said worriedly, "Your Highness, Young Master Chu is making too much noise. I'm worried he might have messed up his cultivation. Should we ask Elder Shen or the clan elders to come?"
"Don't alert anyone."
Ling Xueyao's voice turned cold.
Chu Yunfei has many secrets.
Since he gave us a heads-up beforehand, he must not want others to know what happened tonight.
If we were to call everyone over, it might actually harm him.
The maids dared not say a word and quickly left the side hall.
Ling Xueyao stood alone in front of the side courtyard gate.
From behind the stone gate, Chu Yunfei's painful roars could be heard intermittently.
Each sound seemed to be suppressed in his throat, conveying an immense sense of restraint.
Chu Yunfei!
Ling Xueyao stood outside the door, her voice filled with barely suppressed anxiety.
"What's wrong with you? If there's a problem with your cultivation, just say so. I'm right outside, don't try to tough it out."
There was no response from inside the meditation room.
Only heavier breathing could be heard.
There was also a muffled sound of spiritual energy hitting the stone wall.
Ling Xueyao's heart tightened, and she was about to rush in.
But the next moment, she stopped at the doorway.
You can't go in.
He said that no matter what noise he heard, he shouldn't go inside.
However, if he were to truly suffer a qi deviation, even a moment's delay could destroy his meridians or even damage his soul.
Moreover, the array in the cultivation room has already begun to become unstable.
That wasn't a simple leakage of spiritual energy.
It's more like an uncontrolled surge of spiritual energy within the body.
Ling Xueyao closed her eyes briefly.
When she opened her eyes again, the decisiveness had returned.
" Chu Yunfei, I will only give you three breaths."
She stared at the tightly closed stone door, her voice strained.
"If you don't answer, I'll come in. Then it will be too late for you to blame me for not heeding my warning."
One breath.
Two breaths.
Three breaths.
There was still no response from the meditation room.
Ling Xueyao no longer hesitated.
The white jade tablet lit up, and she forcibly opened a crack in the array of the side courtyard.
She pushed open the stone door, and a wave of scorching heat rushed towards her, mixed with chaotic spiritual energy, causing her outer robe to flutter loudly.
In the center of the cultivation room, Chu Yunfei curled up beside a futon.
His black robe was soaked with sweat, veins bulged on his forehead, his eyes were tightly closed, and his body alternated between feeling hot and cold.
Dark gold spiritual energy and crimson blood energy clashed back and forth on his body, as if they were about to tear his meridians apart at any moment.
Ling Xueyao's expression changed drastically.
Chu Yunfei!
She disregarded everything else, rushed over, and grabbed his shoulder.
The moment her skin touched the robe, Ling Xueyao felt a scalding heat.
The next moment, a chill crept into her meridians through her palm, causing a tingling sensation in her fingertips.
Alternating between hot and cold.
Yin and Yang in reverse conflict.
This is not a typical case of qi deviation.
Ling Xueyao's heart sank.
Can you hear me?
She knelt beside him, trying to use her spiritual power to stabilize his breathing.
"Don't move around. I'll suppress your spiritual energy. If you're still conscious, guide your energy back to your dantian and prevent your blood and qi from continuing to surge upwards through your heart meridian."
Her voice was both urgent and steady.
But Chu Yunfei was no longer listening.
The moment Ling Xueyao's cool spiritual aura approached, the out-of-control dark golden fire within his body abruptly stopped.
Flawless Spirit Physique.
Pure and clean, with no impurities in the meridians.
To Chu Yunfei, this was simply Ling Xueyao's special constitution.
But for the Great Heaven-Burning Art at this moment, this is no ordinary aura. It is the only balance point that can be captured by the burning force when Yin and Yang are out of balance.
A delicate fragrance draws near.
A familiar, cool scent wafted into my nostrils.
The last vestige of clarity in Chu Yunfei's soul was completely overwhelmed by the raging inferno.
Within his sea of consciousness, Xiaoxiao Dragon was startled.
"Broken."
" The Flawless Spirit Physique has drawn the Great Heaven-Burning Art away."
And at that very moment.
Chu Yunfei suddenly raised his head.
Those eyes were completely filled with bloodlust, revealing only the most primal desires and madness.
He grabbed Ling Xueyao's wrist and pulled her forcefully into his arms.
They hugged.