The Secrets of Cultivation, the Approach of the Mid-Grade Promise

In a side room of the Red Leaf Bamboo Courtyard, the intense interplay of yin and yang, like a violent storm, finally subsided.

The air was filled with the rich, almost dripping fragrance of peach blossoms and the pure, mellow aura of yang. Hong Yao lay limp in Dongfang Yueming's arms, drenched in sweat. Her stunningly beautiful face still bore the flush of her lingering face, and her long, slender legs draped limply over the edge of the bed. Clearly, she had been completely drained of her last bit of strength during the "reward" she had just received.

"You little devil... you ancient Savage Bull... you're going to break my bones to pieces."

Hong Yao breathed slightly, extending her slender jade fingers to draw circles on Dongfang Yueming's firm and perfect chest muscles, which shimmered with a faint golden light. Deep in her eyes, however, was an undisguised infatuation and satisfaction.

A furnace or cauldron possessing such exquisite pure yang energy is practically an addictive and deadly poison for any witch who cultivates yin-based techniques.

Dongfang Yueming calmly allowed her to lean against him. He gently stroked Hong Yao's smooth, jade-like bare back and asked:

"Yao'er, I am new to cultivation and do not yet understand the cultivation realms of this world. I have heard that the Ancestor was Golden Core expert, but I wonder what realms lie beyond the Golden Core?"

Although Dongfang Yueming is Quasi-Immortal Emperor who transcends all heavens and has long been familiar with this low-dimensional power system, he naturally has to show the necessary thirst for knowledge in order to maintain his current identity as a "mortal genius".

Hearing her beloved's question, Hong Yao mustered her spirits, snuggled closer to him, found a comfortable position, and softly explained:

"The path of cultivation in this world is fraught with peril at every step."

"If a mortal can condense a spiritual root, they can draw qi into their body and enter the [Qi Refining Realm]. Qi Refining is divided into ten levels. With each breakthrough, the true qi in the body is refined, and lifespan can reach one hundred and twenty years."

"After reaching the Qi Refining Perfection, if one can completely liquefy the true qi within the body and establish Dao Foundation, one will reach the [Foundation Establishment Realm]. Upon reaching this stage, one can truly ride the wind on a sword and live to be two hundred years old. Senior Sister Ziyuan is currently at the Qi Refining Great Perfection and is preparing for Foundation Establishment."

A hint of longing flashed in Hong Yao's eyes as she continued:

"Beyond Foundation Establishment lies the condensation of one 'Dao Foundation to its utmost, forming a Golden Core within the dantian. Once a Golden Core is swallowed, one's fate is in one's own hands, not in the heavens! This is the power of the [Golden Core Realm]. Our ancestor, Ji Meiniang, is the fearsome Golden Core Ancestor within this radius of 100,000 miles, whose every move can overturn rivers and seas."

"As for beyond the Golden Core stage..."

Hong Yao's tone became extremely awe-inspiring, "That's the legendary [Nascent Soul Realm], where one can separate their Primordial Spirit from their body and travel thousands of miles in an instant. Our founder of the Ultimate Bliss Immortal Ancestor was a Nascent Soul Grandmaster back then, but unfortunately, the sect later declined. Above the Nascent Soul Realm is the [Deity Soul Formation Realm], where one can transform into heaven and earth and control the laws. Such beings haven't been seen in our remote corner for thousands of years."

"Besides cultivation level, the means of attack that we cultivators rely on for survival is [Spell]."

Hong Yao flipped her slender hand, and a ball of pink spiritual fire appeared in her palm. "Spell are divided into low-grade, mid-grade, high-grade, and top-grade according to their power. They correspond to the four realms of Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, and Nascent Soul, respectively. The ' Spirit Nourishing Art ' that you are currently practicing, although it is only an auxiliary method, if you can master all four chapters, its value is no less than that of a top-grade Spell!"

After listening to Hong Yao's introduction, Dongfang Yueming nodded to himself.

That afternoon, Hong Yao couldn't wait to report to Ji Meiniang again via the communication jade talisman that Dongfang Yueming had condensed the first Pure Yang True Fire Rune within two days.

Deep within the Nine Yin Hall.

"Smack!"

The jade hairpin in Ji Meiniang's hand was broken off.

She abruptly sat up from the luxurious white fox fur couch, her once languid and alluring face now filled with uncontrollable ecstasy and shock.

"Two days... just two days!"

Ji Meiniang's voice even trembled sharply with extreme excitement, "What kind of monster is this?! This is absolutely the prototype of the ' Pure Yang Sacred Physique,' a rarity throughout the ages! No wonder he was able to condense a spiritual root without any resources!"

Ziyuan, standing to the side, was so shocked that a rare look of deep awe and... a trace of inexplicable panic appeared on her usually icy and beautiful face.

"Master... if he continues at this pace..."

Ziyuan bit her red lips, her long, straight legs, clad in white silk stockings beneath her skirt, suddenly feeling weak. "I'm afraid he'll be able to Perfection the second chapter and achieve Mid-Grade Spirit Root within a month."

A month? This means that the boy who has thrown her into such turmoil will soon return to the Nine Yin Hall.

This time, it's not just her who has to keep her promise.

Even the high and mighty Golden Core Ancestor, her master, will be completely reduced to that boy's "plaything," allowing him to hold and play with her black silk jade feet all night long!

Thinking of that absurd scene, Ziyuan's breathing became rapid, and two alluring blushes rose on her cheeks.

Seeing her disciple's embarrassed and ashamed appearance, Ji Meiniang let out an extremely unrestrained and bewitching laugh.

"Hehehe... My good disciple, are you worried about your master, or are you jealous of your master?"

Ji Meiniang stretched out her long, beautiful leg, wrapped in the finest ice silkworm black silk, and gently lifted Ziyuan's chin with her toes, her eyes filled with seductive allure as she said:

"Such an unparalleled furnace, even if he plays with my jade feet all night, so what? If he truly has the ability to reach the middle rank, then it proves he is qualified to defile my body! At that time..."

Ji Meiniang lightly licked her red lips with the tip of her tongue, her eyes flashing with an extremely dangerous and greedy mad light.

"I must personally experience the exquisite and intoxicating flavor of this peerless demon's yang energy!"

The Ultimate Bliss Immortal Ancestor Sect was unusually calm for the next few days.

But this calm was like the anticipation before a storm. Everyone was secretly watching Red Leaf Bamboo Courtyard, waiting to see if the young man who had repeatedly created miracles could break the norms of the cultivation Immortal Realm once again.

Dongfang Yueming remained completely unfazed. He was extremely composed, like a precise clock, maintaining a pace of adding a little bit each day.

Day three.

[Cultivation Technique: Pure Yang Spirit-Nurturing Art, Part Two (1/6, Entry)]

The first main meridian in his body was completely widened, and the second Pure Yang True Fire Rune faintly taking shape.

Day four.

[Cultivation Technique: Pure Yang Spirit-Nurturing Art, Part Two (2/6, Entry)]

The raging Pure Yang True Qi began to cleanse the second main meridian, and his physical strength doubled.

Day 5.

[Cultivation Technique: Pure Yang Spirit-Nurturing Art, Part Two (3/6, Entry)]

Another rune was successfully imprinted on the spiritual root, and the color of the Pure Yang Spirit Root began to change from light gold to reddish gold.

Time flew by, and the sixth day arrived in the blink of an eye.

In the side room.

Dongfang Yueming sat cross-legged on a newly replaced jade futon, his upper body bare.

At this point, he had undergone an almost complete transformation.

His once somewhat slender physique now boasted perfectly defined muscles, every inch of his skin appearing as if sculpted from the finest white jade, faintly shimmering with a crimson-gold divine radiance. His breathing was extremely deep and even, each exhale creating a miniature vortex of pure yang energy in mid-air.

[System panel.] He silently recited in his mind.

[Cultivation Technique: Pure Yang Spirit-Nurturing Art, Part Two (5/6, Entry)]

Looking at the numbers on the panel, a faint smile finally appeared on Dongfang Yueming's handsome face.

"The meridians in this body are tough enough; it's time to end this tedious 'steady improvement'."

He slowly raised his long, slender, white fingers, and gently touched the Xukong with his fingertips.

"Let's get ready for today's Point Allocation."