Middle Grade at Last, the Demonic Woman's Ultimate Summons

The moment Hong Yao heard those words, she felt as if she had been struck by lightning, and her delicate body trembled violently.

Throughout the thousands of years of history of the Ultimate Bliss Immortal Ancestor, countless exceptionally talented disciples, at the final moment of attempting to Perfection the second chapter of the "Spirit Nourishing Art," failed to withstand the terrifying backlash of the Pure Yang True Fire, resulting in a tragic end of qi deviation or even being incinerated on the spot.

That was a true test of life and death!

"Yueming... are you really sure?"

Hong Yao raised her head, her charming and alluring face now filled with worry and tenderness.

"If things are beyond our control, please don't force it... I'd rather you only Low-Grade Spirit Root than have anything happen to you..."

Looking at this female instructor from the Demonic Sect who was completely devoted to him, a gentle light flashed in Dongfang Yueming's eyes. He reached out and gently stroked Hong Yao's long, smooth, black hair, his voice calm yet carrying an irresistible sense of security:

"Don't worry. If I say it can be broken, then it can be broken."

Having said that, he didn't linger any longer and decisively turned and walked into the side room.

Inside a sealed room.

The formation was operating at its maximum, isolating it from all external influences.

Dongfang Yueming sat down cross-legged and directly summoned the system panel. In his view, the "qi deviation" and "life-or-death crisis" that Hong Yao was worried about were nothing more than a matter of clicking a couple of virtual buttons.

[Current Panel: Cultivation Technique: Pure Yang Spirit-Nurturing Art - Chapter Two (18/20, Major Accomplishment)]

Without the slightest hesitation, he issued the final command directly in his mind.

"System, fill up!"

"BOOM--!!!"

[Using the last 2 Source Point, breakthrough successful! The second chapter of the Pure Yang Spirit-Nurturing Art has been deduced to: 100% Perfection!]

The instant the system notification sound faded, an extremely terrifying, scorching energy, seemingly from the primordial chaos, exploded within Dongfang Yueming's body!

If the transition from Minor Accomplishment to Major Accomplishment is like imprinting runes into the meridians, then the Major Accomplishment to Perfection is like completely merging these Pure Yang True Fire Rune with that Low-Grade Spirit Root!

"Click... click..."

Dongfang Yueming clearly heard that the originally crimson-gold Low-Grade Spirit Root deep in his dantian began to show extremely fine cracks on its surface. It was as if a young dragon about to shed its skin was undergoing the most painful and sacred Nirvana.

But under the system's immense power, this transformation was painless and unhindered; everything seemed to happen so naturally.

"Buzz--!"

As the final rune completely merged into the spiritual root.

The cracked, Low-Grade Spirit Root shattered with a crash, and in its place emerged a Mid-Grade Pure Yang Spirit Root —one that possessed a chilling dark gold color and burned with a tangible Pure Yang True Fire on its surface!

At this moment, Dongfang Yueming's meridians, which had been somewhat obscure due to his mortal body, were instantly cleansed by this pure and powerful mid-grade Pure Yang True Qi, becoming crystal clear, like Liuli.

"Mid-grade, finally done."

Dongfang Yueming opened his eyes, and in his deep pupils, it seemed as if two dark golden suns were slowly rising.

He stood up, feeling the terrifying yang energy within his body that almost ignited the entire world. With a thought, he gathered it all into his dantian.

"Boom..."

The stone door to the side room slowly opened.

Outside the door, Hongyao, who was so anxious that she almost bit her lip until it bled, froze on the spot when she saw the unharmed figure in a blue Hong Yao who exuded an indescribable ethereal aura.

"It's... it's done?"

Hong Yao rubbed her eyes in disbelief, her voice trembling violently.

Dongfang Yueming smiled slightly, his deep eyes carrying an extremely gentle light. He didn't speak, but simply opened his arms naturally.

"Ah--!!"

Hong Yao let out a slightly frantic scream and flew into Dongfang Yueming's arms like a cannonball, clinging tightly to his neck.

"You little devil! You really did it! Mid-grade... you really became a mid-grade! Waaaaah..."

At this moment, the female instructor of the Demonic Sect completely shed all pretense and cried like a child who had received the most precious gift in the world.

Half an hour later.

This news, like a thunderclap from the heavens, crashed down upon the Nine Yin Hall, the deepest part of the Ultimate Bliss Immortal Ancestor, with an extremely forceful manner.

"Crack!" The jade scroll in Ziyuan's hand fell to the ground without warning and shattered into pieces.

Her usually cold and aloof, untouchable beauty, like ancient ice, was now filled with panic, shame, and an indescribable tremor!

"Twenty days... from a mortal with no cultivation to Mid-Grade Pure Yang Spirit Root..."

He succeeded.

That boy, whose appearance was so handsome it seemed almost otherworldly, truly did it.

This means...

"What's the panic!"

A hoarse, yet passionate and desire-filled shout abruptly interrupted Ziyuan's panic.

On the long couch, the Golden Core Stage ancestor Ji Meiniang suddenly stood up.

This female demon, exuding an extreme mature allure, was breathing rapidly like a lioness just in heat. Her tight black cheongsam, worn with heavy breathing, made her breathtakingly full breasts seem ready to burst out at any moment.

"Mid-grade... he really became a mid-grade Pure Yang cultivation furnace!"

In Ji Meiniang's alluring eyes burned an extremely fervent, almost obsessive, fire of greed. She even couldn't help but stick out her soft, bright red tongue and lick her lips hungrily.

"Ziyuan! What are you all standing there for?!"

Ji Meiniang abruptly turned her head, her lustful eyes fixed on her aloof disciple, her voice carrying an undeniable authority and a perverse excitement:

"Go! Go change into your most revealing white lace cheongsam right now! And those white silk stockings you love so much!"

"I will also change into that black cheongsam that reaches my hips!"

"Then..."

Ji Meiniang suddenly crushed the communication jade talisman in her hand, her voice sweet and seductive, even carrying a hint of impatient panting:

"By my decree! Order outer disciple Dongfang Yueming to come to the Nine Yin Hall immediately... for an audience!"