Steady Point Allocation, Awe, and a Sensual Reward
As dawn broke, the Red Leaf Bamboo Courtyard was shrouded in a thin layer of ethereal mist.
Since returning from the Nine Yin Hall, Dongfang Yueming has rightfully entered a state of "seclusion." In order to fully cultivate this "money tree" that could change her destiny, Hong Yao not only exempted him from all chores such as washing clothes, but also took out several hundred-year-old "Red Lingzhi" that she usually couldn't bear to use, and brewed a spiritual soup to strengthen his body and nourish his vital energy.
Inside the side room, the air was filled with the gentle fragrance of sandalwood incense.
Dongfang Yueming sat cross-legged on a futon, with a bowl of freshly brewed crimson spiritual soup in front of him. But he only glanced at it indifferently before pushing it aside.
This decoction made from inferior herbs was less pure to him than a sip of plain water.
He slowly closed his eyes, his thoughts sinking into his Sea of Consciousness.
[System, add 1 point to "Pure Yang Spirit-Nurturing Art, Chapter Two".]
"Buzz--!"
It consumed only a negligible 1 Source Point, and the value on the panel jumped instantly.
[Current Panel: Cultivation Technique: Pure Yang Spirit-Nurturing Art - Part Two (1/2, Not Yet Entry)]
In an instant, Dongfang Yueming felt the Low-Grade Pure Yang Spirit Root in his dantian, which was like a newly sprouted bud, suddenly tremble slightly. An extremely profound pure yang true meaning, several times more profound than the first chapter, dissolved in his mind without any hindrance.
This power no longer simply broadened his meridians as before, but seeped into his flesh and bone marrow. He could clearly feel that within his first main meridian, a blazing energy was slowly gathering and swirling, faintly outlining the prototype of an extremely complex "Pure Yang True Fire Rune" that exuded an ancient aura.
"Is this the second rune condensation?" Dongfang Yueming opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath of slightly hot, turbid air.
As Hong Yao said, the cultivation of this second chapter is indeed not something that can be achieved simply by spending time. Even if an ordinary cultivator has extremely high comprehension, the process of carving such extremely precise runes, which can easily lead to qi deviation, into their body with violent true qi is no different from dancing on the tip of a knife. The slightest mistake will lead to annihilation.
But in the face of the system's immense power, all these most difficult processes of understanding and outlining were completely omitted, directly transforming into the most perfect muscle memory and instinctive power.
"The progress is just right." In order to maintain the persona of "an unparalleled genius who is still within the human realm," Dongfang Yueming was not in a hurry to max it out in one go. He stood up, dusted off his blue robe, and decided to go down the mountain for some fresh air.
The outer plaza of the Newcomer Hall the Ultimate Bliss Immortal Ancestor.
It was the time for morning practice, and more than two hundred newly Entry teenagers were breathing in spiritual energy in their respective designated areas.
When the young man, dressed in a blue robe and with a handsome face like a banished immortal, stepped calmly into the square, the previously noisy square instantly fell into an almost eerie silence.
All eyes were drawn to Dongfang Yueming as if by a magnet.
Ten days ago, these gazes might have been filled with disdain, envy, or even schadenfreude. But today, they are filled only with the purest, deepest-rooted awe and fear.
Good morning, Dongfang Brother Dongfang!
Someone shouted something, and immediately, a large number of people in the square knelt down. Those usually unruly newlyweds were now trembling with fear, burying their heads deep in their chests, not daring to even breathe.
In the Immortal Realm of cultivation, those who attain enlightenment come first.
A prodigy who can condense spiritual roots within ten days, who is personally summoned by the Golden Core Ancestor and the aloof Senior Sister, and who is even rumored to be the Ancestor's personal disciple, is already an unattainable true god in the clouds for these mortals who are still struggling for a wisp of Qi.
Dongfang Yueming walked calmly through the crowd.
Just as he was about to reach the entrance of the dining hall, three burly but somewhat timid figures suddenly emerged from behind a stone pillar and knelt down in unison before him with a thud.
It was the same three Black Wind Stronghold bandits who had robbed him of his "Spirit-Nurturing Powder" three times before.
"Dongfang Brother Dongfang! We were blinded by greed and dared to offend your majesty! We beg you to be magnanimous and let us go!"
The one-eyed burly man was no longer the fierce man he once was. He frantically kowtowed while raising the three packets of "Spirit-Nurturing Powder" that he had previously stolen, still unopened, with trembling hands above his head.
"Senior brother, I'm returning all these medicines intact. If you think it's not enough, I'm willing to serve you like a slave, even unto death!"
The man with the flat nose and the scarred face were also terrified, tears streaming down their faces. Their foreheads slammed against the bluestone slabs with loud thuds, quickly turning them into bloody messes.
These past few days, they've been unable to sleep at night. Every time they close their eyes, they see the terrifying image of Dongfang Yueming swatting three fellow disciples away with a single palm strike. They fear that this rising star, favored by the sect's powerful figures, could kill them without a trace with just a word.
Dongfang Yueming stopped in his tracks, looked down at the three packets of cheap medicine covered in dirt, and then at the three terrified ants.
"Keep it." His voice was completely flat, like a god looking down upon a speck of dust. "I have no use for this."
Having said that, he didn't linger for even a second longer, walking straight past the three men and into the dining hall. The three bandits were left kneeling on the spot, frantically kowtowing in gratitude as if granted a pardon.
In Dongfang Yueming's view, if it weren't for the need to conceal his identity, he wouldn't even have the right to glance at such a farce in the mundane world.
The next day, at the Red Leaf Bamboo Courtyard.
A night of fierce wind and rain blew the red leaves of the bamboo garden to the ground.
In the side room, Dongfang Yueming summoned the system again.
[System, Point Allocation.]
"Boom!"
[Consumed 1 Source Point, breakthrough successful! "Pure Yang Spirit-Nurturing Art - Chapter Two" advanced to: Entry!]
[Current Panel: Cultivation Technique: Pure Yang Spirit-Nurturing Art - Part Two (0/6, Entry)]
The moment the words "Entry" appeared.
The intense heat within Dongfang Yueming's body finally reached a critical point.
With a clear, resonant sound like a sword's cry, a complex rune, shimmering with dazzling golden light and seemingly formed from pure solar fire, suddenly took shape in the first main meridian of his body!
As soon as the first "Pure Yang True Fire Rune" was formed, it crashed down along the meridian like a blazing little sun, firmly imprinting itself on the root of the Low-Grade Pure Yang Spirit Root deep in the dantian!
"Laugh--!"
The instant the runes were imprinted, a terrifying wave of pure yang fire erupted from Dongfang Yueming, instantly burning the futon beneath him to ashes. Even the surrounding air was slightly distorted by the intense heat.
This violent commotion naturally did not escape the notice of Hong Yao, who was protecting him inside the main hall.
"Whoosh!" A pink blur rushed into the side room. Hong Yao, wearing a scarlet nightgown as thin as a cicada's wing, rushed in hastily without even putting on shoes, her bare white feet showing.
"Yueming, what's wrong? Did you suffer a backlash... Hiss!" Before she could finish speaking, upon seeing Dongfang Yueming's current state, she gasped sharply, frozen in place as if struck by a spell.
Dongfang Yueming sat cross-legged, shirtless. His originally fair and jade-like skin now shone with an extremely sacred pale golden luster. From his dantian, an extremely domineering and pure blazing fire faintly emanated, and the pressure it exerted on the soul was something that no Low-Grade Spirit Root could possess!
"The first Pure Yang True Fire Rune... you... you actually condensed it in just two days?!" Hong Yao's alluring eyes widened, her tempting red lips parted slightly in extreme shock, and even her breathing became rapid.
In the history of the Ultimate Bliss Immortal Ancestor, even the most outstanding geniuses with abundant resources had to endure months of inhuman torment and failures in order to condense their first rune.
And this little rascal succeeded in just two days! Without even breaking a sweat!
"Just lucky." Dongfang Yueming slowly opened his eyes, a faint golden light flashing in his deep pupils. He suppressed the violent aura within him, stood up, and looked gently at the horrified and stunningly beautiful witch before him.
After a brief silence.
"Ah—you little monster!"
Hong Yao suddenly let out an extremely unrestrained and frenzied scream.
Her long, voluptuous, and snow-white legs wrapped around Dongfang Yueming's waist, their incredibly soft yet firm curves pressing against his chest without reservation.
"Do you know that the Pure Yang True Fire aura you just emitted almost bewitched my soul!"
Hong Yao gazed seductively at the handsome face so close to hers, her exquisite features flushed with an intoxicating blush of excitement, her breath sweet and her voice utterly alluring.
"Such an unruly little devil, I must 'reward' you properly..."