Fusing Nascent Soul Arts, Ziyuan's Offering
Inside the secret chamber, the Daoist aura of the dual-grade spiritual roots gradually subsided.
Dongfang Yueming felt the vast power within his body—a power that was both intertwined and distinctly separate from the pure yang and purple lightning—a satisfied smile curved his lips.
With a lightning-type spiritual root as the foundation, the next step is to address the shortcomings in lightning-type cultivation techniques.
He casually picked up a dozen or so jade slips containing lightning-based cultivation techniques that he had looted from the Rushing Thunder Sect's treasury. These techniques ranged from Qi Refining to Nascent Soul, with varying grades. The most profound one among them was the [Mid-Level Lightning-Based Nascent Soul Technique] that Lei Wanjun had cultivated.
"Too rough." Dongfang Yueming shook his head and summoned the system in his Sea of Consciousness.
[Learn all lightning-based magic!]
[System, all Point Allocation Perfection!]
[Initiating fusion!]
"Boom!"
Under the system's tyrannical and unreasonable deductions, the cultivation techniques created by the successive patriarchs of the Rushing Thunder Sect over thousands of years were constantly shattered, reassembled, and sublimated like waste paper!
The lower vehicles are merged into the middle vehicles, the middle vehicles are merged into the upper vehicles, and the upper vehicles are merged again...
In the blink of an eye, a brand new jade slip, crackling with dazzling lightning, took shape in Dongfang Yueming 'Sea of Consciousness!
[Successfully integrated! Obtained: "Top-Tier Purple Ultimate Rushing Thunder Art" (containing top-tier Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, and superior Nascent Soul methods)!]
"Although the Nascent Soul Scroll is only of superior quality, it's sufficient for the transition."
Dongfang Yueming did not hesitate at all.
[System, consuming Source Point, directly maxing out the "Top-Tier Purple Ultimate Rushing Thunder Art"!]
"Boom--!!!!!"
This breakthrough was ten times more terrifying than the previous condensation of the lightning spirit root!
Above the Rushing Thunder Sect, the thunderclouds that had been burned away by the Nine Dragons Burn the Heavens gathered wildly again, transforming into a Tianlei Prison spanning hundreds of miles!
Inside the secret chamber, Dongfang Yueming's newly formed top-grade purple lightning spiritual root instantly unleashed a suction force that devoured heaven and earth.
Qi Refining Great Perfection! Foundation Establishment Great Perfection! Golden Core Great Perfection!
In almost a few breaths, Dongfang Yueming's lightning cultivation level rapidly caught up with his pure yang cultivation level!
But this is still not the end!
"Breaking through the Core Formation to Nascent Soul!"
Dongfang Yueming let out a low shout. Inside his dantian, the top-grade lightning-elemental Golden Core core, formed from purple lightning energy, shattered with a deafening roar!
A purple lightning nascent Nascent Soul, its entire body wreathed in destructive purple lightning, with eyebrows and eyes exactly like Dongfang Yueming's, but with eyes that exuded extreme coldness and a destructive aura, stepped out from the shattered Golden Core, bathed in lightning tribulation liquid!
[Breakthrough successful! Nascent Soul Realm First Layer!]
[Breakthrough successful! Nascent Soul Realm Second Layer!]
[Breakthrough successful! Nascent Soul Realm Tenth Layer (Great Perfection)!]
With the massive consumption of the Source Point, Dongfang Yueming's lightning cultivation was forcibly pushed to the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul Tenth Layer!
At this moment, within his body, a pure yang Golden Core and a purple thunderous nascent Nascent Soul stood side by side, radiating a terrifying power that would make even Soul Formation Ancestor take notice.
"Hoo..." Dongfang Yueming exhaled a breath of thunderous light, slowly withdrawing the overwhelming pressure of the Nascent Soul, and stood up to push open the door of the secret chamber.
"Boom!"
The stone gate opened. The three women guarding the gate —Ji Meiniang, Ziyuan, and Hong Yao— knelt down in unison the moment they saw Dongfang Yueming emerge. They felt a terrifying pressure that even surpassed that of Ji Meiniang, a true Nascent Soul!
"Welcome back, my husband, from seclusion... Congratulations, my husband, on your dual cultivation and attainment of the Nascent Soul Great Perfection!" Ji Meiniang's voice trembled, her eyes filled with nothing but submission.
"Get up," Dongfang Yueming said gently, helping the three women to their feet.
However, as his gaze swept over Ziyuan, he noticed that this senior sister, who was usually aloof and proud like an iceberg snow lotus, had an unnatural flush on her beautiful face, and her slender legs, clad in pure white silk stockings, were rubbing against each other with unease and shame.
At this moment, Ziyuan's heart is undergoing a fierce struggle.
For the past two weeks, Master Ji Meiniang, with her Nascent Soul cultivation and mature charm, has been indulging in pleasure every night; Hong Yao, passionate and unrestrained, always comes up with all sorts of ways to please her husband.
Only she, unable to let go of that last bit of "fairy" reserve, always seemed somewhat reserved in front of her husband, even though they were also Daoist partners.
But just now, when she personally experienced her husband's heaven-defying divine power—breaking the laws of nature, possessing two top-grade spiritual roots, and instantly reaching the Nascent Soul Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage—the iceberg in her heart finally melted completely, even collapsed.
[This is a god of unparalleled power, one in a million... If I continue to hold back, I fear I will even lose the right to serve him!]
Ziyuan took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and a resolute yet alluring glint flashed in her eyes.
She suddenly stepped forward, her plain white lace cheongsam swaying gently in the breeze.
To Ji Meiniang and Hong Yao's astonishment, Ziyuan took the initiative to remove her outer flowing shawl, revealing her breathtakingly alluring curves accentuated by her tight-fitting cheongsam.
What's even more breathtaking is that, without anyone noticing, she had changed into a semi-transparent purple cheongsam woven from "Purple Thunder Ice Silkworm Silk," a specialty of the Rushing Thunder Sect!
The cheongsam was as thin as a cicada's wing, with subtle shimmering light flowing through its threads. And beneath the cheongsam, a pair of long, straight, jade-like legs were encased in a pair of semi-transparent purple-gold lace stockings of the same material!
"My husband..."
Ziyuan's originally aloof face was now adorned with an extremely seductive smile. Her knees buckled, and she slowly knelt at Dongfang Yueming's feet in an extremely lewd and alluring manner.
"Ziyuan knows she was wrong... Ziyuan shouldn't have put on such a fairy-like air in front of her husband..."
She extended her slender, jade-like hand, clad in a purple gauze glove, and gently, yet provocatively, caressed Dongfang Yueming's knee.
"Today, Ziyuan is willing to transform into her husband's most obedient Thunder Cauldron Immortal Servant... Please, husband, feel free to... bully Ziyuan..."
Seeing the once unapproachable Iceberg Fairy now reduced to such a depraved and lewd woman in her quest for favor, a hint of admiration flashed in Dongfang Yueming's eyes.
Without any hesitation, he swept the fully bloomed Fallen Immortal Lotus up in his arms and strode towards the most spacious and luxurious sect leader's throne in the Rushing Thunder Sect.
Inside the main hall, lightning and pure yang energy intertwined. This was all under the watchful, envious gazes of Ji Meiniang and Hong Yao.
An utterly absurd feast of dual cultivation of thunder and fire suddenly began. Accompanied by Ziyuan's exquisite moan that tore through all restraint, her previously stagnant Early Golden Core cultivation level soared wildly under the dual infusion of pure yang and purple thunder.
Boom! Golden Core Second Layer!
Boom! Golden Core Third Layer!
This once Iceberg Fairy, through utterly abandoning her dignity and engaging in extreme flattery, finally ushered in her destiny.