The System's Mighty Power, a Fat Sheep Marked as Prey

"Haha, with this packet of ' Spirit-Nurturing Powder,' I'm sure I can condense a spiritual root in the shortest amount of time!"

"Get out of my way! I need to go back and study my immortal techniques!"

After receiving the resources, the youths held their packets of medicinal powder wrapped in yellow paper as if they were the most precious treasures in the world. Under the dual allure of the Golden Core Ancestor and the aloof senior sister, they were all full of vigor, as if they could already see their bright future of ascending to immortality and having beautiful women in their arms.

Dongfang Yueming joined the queue and also received his own packet of "Spirit-Nurturing Powder".

He gently squeezed the packet of crude medicinal powder, a faint smile playing on his lips, almost imperceptible to outsiders. This powder contained only the lowest quality powdered century-old spiritual herbs; for mortals, it might indeed have the effect of clearing meridians and aiding in the formation of spiritual roots, but for him...

"[System.] "Dongfang Yueming called out softly in his mind.

"Buzz." A semi-transparent panel, visible only to him, instantly appeared before his eyes.

[Name: Dongfang Yueming]

[Spiritual Root: None]

[Cultivation Level: Mortal]

[Cultivation Technique: Pure Yang Spirit-Nurturing Art - Chapter One (0/1, Not Yet Entry)]

[Spell: None]

[Current Immortal Points Balance: 395,522,024,503 (Equivalent to: 39,552,202,450,300,000,000 Lower Realm Source Point!)]

Looking at the long string of almost uncountable "Supreme" numbers on the panel, Dongfang Yueming remained completely unmoved.

In the Immortal Realm, one Immortal Points is equivalent to one hundred million Ordinary Source Point in the Lower Realm. The Lower Realm Source Point he currently possesses have reached an immeasurable and terrifying astronomical figure.

For mortals to cross the gap between immortals and mortals, they must endure the excruciating pain of the medicine washing over their meridians every day, and spend months or even years trying to comprehend the Qi, before they have even a sliver of a chance to condense Low-Grade Spirit Root.

"With such unparalleled points, who would bother with the arduous task of soaking in medicinal soups and decocting meridians?" Dongfang Yueming put away the panel and casually stuffed the packet of "Spirit-Nurturing Powder" into his pocket.

At this moment, the young people in the main hall had already gathered in groups of three or five, and were eagerly flipping through the "Pure Yang Spirit-Nurturing Art" in their hands.

"This is too easy! Just close your eyes and meditate, guide the medicinal power to the perineum, and then to the Baihui point... In less than three days, I will definitely be able to generate Qi!" A young man with some martial arts skills proudly raised the jade slip in his hand.

"Simple? It looks like some kind of cryptic book to me. What does 'embrace the primordial unity and let your qi roam Taixu ' even mean? Where exactly are these meridians...?" Another boy scratched his head, his face full of distress and frustration.

Amidst the noisy crowd, three pairs of malicious gazes quietly locked onto Dongfang Yueming, who was preparing to leave the main hall.

They were three burly, fierce-looking youths. They were originally bandits from a mortal mountain stronghold, and after Black Wind Stronghold was destroyed, they were captured and brought to this Ultimate Bliss Immortal Ancestor.

"Old One, look at that pretty boy."

One of the boys, with a flat nose, lowered his voice and pointed at Dongfang Yueming, "He looks sickly, and he even dared to talk back to the instructor in the main hall just now, deliberately trying to show off. Judging from his small frame, I'm afraid he can't even withstand the effects of the medicine."

The one-eyed, burly man leading the group stared at the slightly bulging yellow paper package in Dongfang Yueming's arms, a glint of greed in his eyes:

"That kid looks like a woman, yet Instructor Hong Yao and Ancestor Ji both glanced at him a couple of times. If only we could snatch that packet of ' Spirit-Nurturing Powder ' from him..."

"Yeah, Old One! With one more ' Spirit-Nurturing Powder,' we can condense our spiritual roots twice as fast! Maybe then, we brothers can actually touch that Senior Sister Leng's delicate feet!" Another scarred-faced boy licked his chapped lips, his eyes filled with lewdness and fanaticism.

"However... this is Immortal Ancestor. I wonder what the punishment will be for fighting among fellow disciples?" The flat-nosed man hesitated.

"What's there to be afraid of? The Demonic Sect's rules have always been about the survival of the fittest." The one-eyed burly man spat and said viciously, "When we get back to our lodgings, we'll keep an eye on him. As long as we find a secluded corner to make our move, who will know it was us? Let's go, follow him!"

Along the mountain path, many teenagers traveling in groups noticed this scene.

"Look, those three from Black Wind Stronghold seem to have their eyes on that Dongfang Yueming." A young man in a clean long robe stopped and hesitated, "Should we go and tell our senior brother, the steward? What if someone gets killed..."

"Are you crazy?"

The person next to him grabbed him and scolded him in a low voice, "This is the Ultimate Bliss Immortal Ancestor, a demonic sect! Didn't you hear the instructor say that the strong prey on the weak? If you meddle in other people's business, you'll be the next one to be robbed. Besides, the fewer competitors we have, the more opportunities we have to get closer to Senior Sister Ziyuan, right?"

Upon hearing this, the surrounding teenagers immediately shrank back, and when they looked at Dongfang Yueming again, their eyes were filled with only indifference and apathy.

Everyone quickened their pace and left, afraid of getting involved.

Beside a secluded bamboo grove at the bend of the mountain path.

As Dongfang Yueming was walking at a leisurely pace, three burly figures suddenly lined up and blocked his way.

"Pretty boy, stop right there."

The one-eyed, burly man crossed his arms and looked down at Dongfang Yueming with a sinister grin. "We're short on cash, so if you know what's good for you, hand over that packet of ' Spirit-Nurturing Powder ' you're carrying. Otherwise, our hands and feet might not be so responsive, and it wouldn't be worth it if we ended up with broken arms or legs."

The other two henchmen chuckled and surrounded Dongfang Yueming, trapping him in the middle.

In their eyes, this frail, sickly boy with nothing should be trembling with fear and begging for mercy on his knees.

However.

Dongfang Yueming merely glanced at them indifferently.

To a Quasi-Immortal Emperor, these three mortals before him were not even worth a speck of dust. The reason he descended to this world was to subdue his peers and comprehend the realm of "true self," not to play house with a few thugs.

Between killing them outright and not wasting time, Dongfang Yueming unhesitatingly chose the latter. Besides, that packet of so-called "Spirit-Nurturing Powder" was no different to him than roadside mud and sand.

"Here you go."

Dongfang Yueming remained calm, took out the packet of medicine wrapped in yellow paper from his pocket, and casually tossed it to the one-eyed burly man.

Without even glancing at the three men again, he strode past the one-eyed, burly man with the blank expression.

The one-eyed, burly man frantically caught the medicine powder, completely dumbfounded.

This... they just handed it over? Not even a swear word, not even a change in expression, like they casually tossed away a bag of trash?

Behind the bamboo grove not far away, several boys who had been secretly observing the area stared wide-eyed, completely dumbfounded.

"This Dongfang Yueming is such a spineless coward!"

"Giving up without even trying? Without the Spirit-Nurturing Powder, he'll never be able to condense a spiritual root in his lifetime."

"Sigh, it seems he's completely given up hope and has decided to spend his life as a menial servant in the sect, or just wait to die."

Whispers of mockery, disdain, and contempt rose from behind.

The three henchmen also spat. "Damn it, I thought he was tough, but he's a coward. What a waste of all my effort." The one-eyed burly man spat, pocketed the medicine powder, and led his men away triumphantly.

A moment later.

Dongfang Yueming returned to his own low, simple wooden house.

The room was simply furnished with a wooden bed, a table and chairs, and a faint musty smell permeated the air.

He casually closed the door, completely shutting out the noise and disdain from the outside world.

He walked to the bedside and sat cross-legged. On Dongfang Yueming Yueming's handsome face, there was no anger caused by the loss of resources; only absolute calm.

"The views of ants are not worth worrying about."

He muttered to himself, then closed his eyes slightly, his mind sinking into his brain, looking at the almost endless Source Point of the system, and began to deduce in his Sea of Consciousness.

Spirit-Nurturing Powder? He didn't need it at all. The Pure Yang Spirit-Nurturing Art? If he wanted to, he could instantly Point Allocation it to perfection.

But now, he needs to consider another issue.

"If I were to condense a spiritual root today, it would surely arouse the suspicion of that Golden Core female demon..."

Dongfang Yueming tapped her knees lightly with her fingers, secretly making plans in her mind.

Therefore, it's important to control the pace of 'progress'.

"Within this Ultimate Bliss Immortal Ancestor, what kind of progress can allow one to retain the title of 'peerless genius,' obtain all the sect's resources, and not appear too outrageous?"