One Point to Entry, the Flames of Jealousy

Time flies, and seven days have passed in the blink of an eye.

For seven days, the entire residence of the Newcomer Hall was almost always closed. For the sake of that elusive immortal destiny, and also for the chance to get close to those two unapproachable and stunningly beautiful female demons, all the young men were frantically cultivating in seclusion.

However, the path of spiritual practice is ultimately cruel.

The atmosphere in the dining hall where the newlyweds ate was so somber it was almost oppressive.

"Damn it! The pain of the medicine washing over my meridians is like being cut with a knife. I've failed five times already, and I haven't even opened the first meridian yet!" A boy helplessly shoveled rice into his bowl, his face full of frustration.

"Who can argue with that? I'm even starting to doubt whether we're truly suited for cultivation..."

Everyone sighed. Their pride and fervor were shattered by the harsh reality, replaced by endless frustration and restlessness.

Just then...

"Hahaha! I did it! I finally sensed the Qi!"

A wildly joyful shout suddenly rang out in the center of the dining hall.

A young man dressed in blue brocade robes, with an arrogant expression, suddenly stood up, his body emanating a faint yet clear spiritual energy fluctuation.

"It's Qian Hao! He actually Entry in just seven days!"

"My goodness, no wonder he's a famous martial arts prodigy in Jiangzhou Prefecture! His comprehension is terrifying!"

The surrounding teenagers cast envious, jealous, and even awe-inspiring glances his way. Qian Hao proudly surveyed his surroundings, basking in the feeling of being adored by everyone.

Sitting in the corner, Dongfang Yueming slowly ate his vegetarian meal while taking in all the commotion.

[Seven days to Entry, and you can be called a genius among these mortals...?]

[In that case, let's begin.]

With a thought, Dongfang Yueming directly summoned the system panel.

Looking at the cultivation technique section, "Pure Yang Spirit-Nurturing Art - Chapter One" (beginner Entry), he lightly tapped it with his mind, directly consuming a negligible [1 Source Point].

"Buzz."

In an instant, an extremely pure yet gentle Yang energy suddenly appeared out of thin air within Dongfang Yueming's body.

There was no excruciating pain in the meridians like that of ordinary people cultivating, nor any suffocating bottlenecks. Guided by the power of this system, the first chapter of the cultivation method instantly circulated through Dongfang Yueming's body for eighty-one cycles.

Qi sensation arises, meridians open, and qi vortex condenses.

In the blink of an eye, the first chapter of the "Pure Yang Spirit-Nurturing Art" has been officially Entry!

Dongfang Yueming felt warm all over; his limbs, which had been somewhat cold due to his weakness, were now filled with a continuous stream of heat.

He stood up, put the empty bowls and chopsticks back in their place, and prepared to leave the dining hall.

However, as they passed Qian Hao's table, several teenagers watching the commotion couldn't help but glance at Dongfang Yueming, then revealed a gloating sneer.

"Look, that's that pretty boy." "His Spirit-Nurturing Powder was stolen. In the past seven days, he hasn't shown even the slightest fluctuation of spiritual energy. He's completely crippled." "What's the use of being good-looking? In this Immortal Ancestor, without strength, you're doomed sooner or later."

Qian Hao was enjoying the adulation of the crowd. But when he saw Dongfang Yueming Yueming's handsome face, which even made him feel a little jealous, his brows furrowed slightly.

In particular, when Dongfang Yueming passed by him, he remained calm, his eyes straight ahead, and he didn't even linger on this "Entry genius" for a moment.

This feeling of being completely ignored made Qian Hao's newly swelled vanity instantly feel like it had been pricked by a needle, extremely uncomfortable.

[What right does this good-for-nothing who can't even protect resources have to act so high and mighty in front of me?]

[To actually look at me with such condescension, instead of kneeling and fawning over me, you dare to look at me with such disdain?]

A flame of jealousy instantly ignited in Qian Hao's heart.

After practicing the Pure Yang Spirit-Nurturing Art, his physical strength and perception far surpassed those of ordinary people, which gave him the illusion that he controlled the fate of others.

"Everyone, I've finished eating. I'll go back and consolidate my cultivation first." Qian Hao casually said to the supporters beside him, then stood up and followed Dongfang Yueming out of the dining hall at a leisurely pace.

He watched Dongfang Yueming's slender back, a cruel sneer flashing in his eyes.

[You pretty boy, I'll show you today who's in charge in this Immortal Ancestor!]

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Outside the dining hall, the teenagers who came out one after another let out a low gasp as they watched Qian Hao's murderous figure follow him out.

"Qian Hao went with that pretty boy!"

"Dongfang Yueming is in deep trouble now. Qian Hao is already Entry 'immortal.' Dealing with a mortal who doesn't even have any medicine is as easy as crushing an ant for him."

"Hey, serves him right for always putting on such a high-definition act. He deserves a lesson."

The crowd whispered amongst themselves, their faces filled with schadenfreude.

At the entrance of the dining hall, two outer sect disciples responsible for maintaining order merely glanced coldly at the two departing figures before turning their gazes away with indifferent expressions.

In a demonic sect like the Ultimate Bliss Immortal Ancestor, survival of the fittest is an ironclad rule.

If a disciple who has already Entry the sect and has shown talent in cultivation goes to teach a useless mortal a lesson, as long as no one is killed in the sect's main hall, no elder or deacon will intervene.

In the Immortal Realm of cultivation, strength is the only rule.

The mountain path is quiet and secluded, with fallen leaves rustling in the breeze.

With her hands tucked into her sleeves, Dongfang Yueming continued walking at a leisurely pace toward her wooden house.

The moment I stepped out of the dining hall, I noticed the rapid and heavy breathing behind me.

[The footsteps of the mortals after Entry were indeed as heavy as ever.]

Dongfang Yueming chuckled inwardly.

A mere mortal who hadn't even reached the threshold of the Qi Refinement Stage dared to plot against him, a Quasi-Immortal Emperor. This absurd feeling was like that of an insignificant dust mite trying to display its "strength" before a giant dragon.

However, instead of quickening his pace, he deliberately entered a secluded bamboo forest rarely visited by people.

"Brush--!"

Sure enough, the moment he stepped into the bamboo forest, a blue figure, accompanied by a slightly rapid gust of wind, suddenly leaped out from behind the green bamboo and landed heavily in front of Dongfang Yueming.

Qian Hao crossed his arms and blocked the way with a mocking expression.

"Run! Why did you stop running?" Qian Hao stared down at Dongfang Yueming, his eyes blazing with jealousy.

He had expected that after he stopped this frail young man, he would turn pale with fright and beg for mercy on his knees. However, to his utter rage, Dongfang Yueming remained standing calmly, his handsome face showing not a trace of panic.

"Qian Hao, is something the matter?" Dongfang Yueming's voice was calm and indifferent.

"Is something the matter?"

Qian Hao's face gradually contorted as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. "Dongfang Yueming, stop pretending with me! I'm already a cultivator who can sense Qi, while you're just a piece of trash whose medicine powder was all stolen. What makes you think you can put on such a high and mighty act in front of me?"

The words had barely left his mouth.

Qian Hao suddenly took a step forward, and the faint pure Yang spiritual energy in his body suddenly surged. In his opinion, the "cultivator's pressure" brought by his step was enough to scare the sickly mortal in front of him to the ground.

"In this Ultimate Bliss Immortal Ancestor, without strength, you're only fit to kneel on the ground like a groveling dog! Today, I'll smash your face and show you what true respect is!"

Qian Hao clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking, as if he was about to charge forward.

However, even the slight gust of wind that rushed towards him did not cause Dongfang Yueming's clothes to flutter.

He simply lowered his eyelids slightly, somewhat bored, and glanced at his system panel with his Divine Sense.

[Cultivation Technique: Pure Yang Spirit-Nurturing Art - Chapter One (0/3, Entry)]

It takes 1 Source Point to go from "Entry" to "Entry".

Currently, the option to advance from "Entry" to the next stage displays "0/3". This means that by consuming just 3 more insignificant Lower Realm Source Point, this first cultivation technique can be broken through once again.

[Looks like, before I fight this mosquito...]

[I can level up first.]