Perfection Approached, the Madness of the Final Push

Inside a side room of the Red Leaf Bamboo Courtyard.

Sunlight streamed through the window, making the exquisite sandalwood jade box on the table shine brightly.

"You little rascal, you've got some nerve, enough to cause a huge uproar."

Hong Yao, dressed in a semi-transparent crimson gauze dress, leaned languidly against Dongfang Yueming's chest, her jade fingers, painted with scarlet nail polish, gently unfastening the clasp of the jade box.

"Clatter."

The moment the jade box was opened, an extremely rich, strange fragrance, a blend of mature allure and cool elegance, instantly filled the side room.

Inside the jade box lay two pieces of clothing as thin as cicada wings, worn close to the skin.

One was a black silk bodice exuding ultimate mature allure, embroidered with extremely explicit acacia flower patterns in gold thread; the other was a pure white lace bodice, radiating an ethereal purity.

The extreme contrast between black and white, the dual impact of sight and smell, is enough to make any hot-blooded man lose his mind instantly.

"The ancestor said so."

Hong Yao in a tone that was both extremely sour and filled with endless envy, her breath sweet as orchids in Dongfang Yueming's ear, "This is a 'refreshing item' that she and Senior Sister Ziyuan gave you. If you can achieve Mid-Grade Spirit Root within a month, the owner of this undergarment... will be in the Nine Yin Hall, where you can take whatever you want."

Dongfang Yueming calmly looked at the two personal items that were enough to cause a bloodbath in the Demon Sect, his fingers rubbing slightly inside his long sleeves.

"Yao'er, are you jealous?" Dongfang Yueming smiled gently and pulled Hong Yao closer to him.

"Hmph! So what if I'm jealous?"

Hong Yao let out a soft moan, boldly flipping herself over and straddling Dongfang Yueming's lap, her snow-white, plump legs tightly wrapped around his waist. She abruptly ripped off her already extremely thin crimson bodice, shoving it into Dongfang Yueming's hand, her eyes gleaming with seductive allure, her voice utterly seductive:

"Those two vixens are only for looking at, not for touching! This one of mine, you can not only look at it, you can eat it whole, clothes and all!"

Having said that, she kissed him wildly, as if possessed...

After an extremely erotic encounter, Dongfang Yueming once again entered a state of seclusion.

Now that he had decided to speed things up, he no longer added only a little bit each day as before.

[System, add 2 points.]

"Boom!"

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The next day.

[System, add 2 points.]

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This extremely domineering and completely unreasonable surge of true energy left Hong Yao, who had been guarding outside the door, in a state of extreme shock and fear every day.

She could clearly feel that the aura of Pure Yang True Fire in the side room was rising and transforming at a speed that even made her, Peak Qi Refining cultivator, feel chills to the bone!

"She's gone mad... she's really gone mad..."

Hong Yao would slump on the futon in the hall every day, feeling the tangible pressure of pure yang energy, her alluring eyes filled with uncontrollable trembling and fervor.

at the same time.

Inner Gate, Chi Yan Peak.

"Boom--!!"

A dazzling crimson pillar of fire suddenly burst through the cave's dome and shot straight into the sky!

As the flames subsided, Zhao Meng, whose physique had grown even more imposing and whose body was enveloped in fiery true energy that seemed almost tangible, stepped out of the cave with extreme arrogance.

"Hahaha! Second Level of Qi Refining! I've finally broken through!"

Zhao Meng roared to the sky, feeling the surging true energy within his body that had increased several times over. His dark face was filled with extreme arrogance and conceit.

Congratulations, Senior Brother Zhao, on Major Accomplishment your divine skill!

The sycophants swarmed around them again like a tide.

"Second Level of Qi Refining is nothing to brag about!"

Zhao Meng waved his hand arrogantly, then his eyes turned cold. "I heard that this mortal waste named Dongfang Yueming has been quite the show-off over there in the outer sect these past few days?"

A disciple quickly stepped forward and said cautiously, "Senior Brother Zhao, that kid is truly strange. It's said he's already Major Accomplishment the second chapter of the ' Spirit Nourishing Art '..."

"Major Accomplishment?!"

Zhao Meng's pupils contracted, but he immediately let out an extremely contemptuous sneer, "Hmph! Auxiliary cultivation techniques are ultimately just auxiliary cultivation techniques! Even if he cultivates them to the Great Perfection, he'll still just be a 'mortal' who has just condensed Mid-Grade Spirit Root!"

"And I, Zhao Meng, am now a true Second Level of Qi Refining cultivator!"

Zhao Meng's eyes were arrogant, and he exuded an extremely dangerous aura. "Pass on my order: prepare the carriage! I'm going to the inner sect's scripture pavilion to choose a true low-grade fire-based Spell! The day I Major Accomplishment this Spell will be the day Dongfang Yueming truly understands the difference between immortals and mortals!"

In his view, even if Dongfang Yueming possessed Mid-Grade Spirit Root and might even cultivate faster than him in the future, at this moment, a mortal who couldn't even use Spell was still just an ant that he, a true cultivator, could crush at will.

Time flies.

Throughout the Ultimate Bliss Immortal Ancestor, whether it was the witch master and disciple in the Nine Yin Hall who were tormented day and night, restless and unable to sit still, or the Bufan genius Zhao Meng in the inner sect, or the female instructor in the Red Leaf Bamboo Courtyard who had completely fallen for her, everyone was captivated by her.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on that side room with extremely complex emotions—jealousy, anticipation, or fear.

Meanwhile, Dongfang Yueming remained extremely calm, injecting two Source Point every day.

In the blink of an eye, only three days remain until that "one-month deadline".

In the side room.

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At this moment, Dongfang Yueming's entire body was completely enveloped by an extremely dense, even tangible, crimson-gold flame.

That Low-Grade Pure Yang Spirit Root has now expanded to its limit, as if it might break free from its cocoon at any moment and transform into a higher-dimensional being.

"Call..."

Dongfang Yueming slowly opened his eyes. Golden light burst forth from those eyes, which seemed to contain two blazing suns, and actually burned the stone table in front of him into nothingness.

"Only two points left."

He stood up, feeling the terrifying power within his body, like an ancient volcano about to erupt, and pushed open the door to the secret chamber.

Inside the hall, Hong Yao paced back and forth anxiously. When she saw Dongfang Yueming emerge, the terrifyingly powerful pure yang energy, which seemed to ignite even her soul, caused her legs to buckle instantly, and she knelt on the ground.

"The moon... the Yueming... you..."

Hong Yao's voice trembled violently, her eyes filled with undisguised extreme awe.

"Yao'er."

Dongfang Yueming's expression was extremely calm, but in Hong Yao's eyes, he was like an inviolable god. "I feel that the final mid-grade barrier is right before my eyes."

He glanced at the jade box containing two witch's undergarments on the table, and a faint, aloof smile appeared on his lips.

"Today, I will face the final, crucial test."

"I will not leave this place until I break through to the middle rank!"