Did I Just Get Sent to the World of Immortal Cultivation?

Time passed unnoticed in cultivation. Greater Yang rose and set twenty times.

Today, Greater Yang rose for the twenty-first time. The sky was golden, and all things shone.

Beneath the morning sun, Wentesi sat on the flat stone platform outside the dragon's lair, practicing the Hairy Head Sun Method as he faced the rising sun and drew in Greater Yang Qi.

Strands of Greater Yang Qi entered through his dragon scales and became pure Hairy Head Sun Law Power. They began circulating through the various branch meridians in his body, cycling endlessly to become his foundation.

As Greater Yang Qi grew denser, his scales shone with an ever more brilliant golden light.

On either side of him, the gnoll Walker and the kobold Kru also sat upright, cultivating the Hairy Head Sun Method. They breathed in Greater Yang Qi without pause, drawing it into their bodies as a faint golden light surrounded them.

Of course, for them, the Cultivation Method was called the Great Love Dragon Scripture.

For the past twenty days, Wentesi had led Walker and the kobold in cultivating beneath the morning sun, stopping only when it set.

As the sun's shadow shifted and noon approached, the Hairy Head Sun Law Power inside Wentesi suddenly began to accelerate of its own accord.

Without warning, the Law Power in his body began to surge, golden light flowing beneath his red-gold scales.

The Hairy Head Sun Law Power, which had been circulating steadily, suddenly became like a river, crashing through his meridians and gathering together, scouring the limits of his body again and again.

At the same time, the presence of Wentesi's cultivation began to change. It grew unstable, yet slowly rose.

Several breaths later, the surging presence slowly receded, withdrawing entirely into his body.

Wentesi opened his eyes. Specks of golden light flowed through his dragon eyes, their divine radiance contained within, making them look full of vitality.

He had reached the Second Level of Embryonic Breathing.

He had successfully broken through from the First Level of Embryonic Breathing to the Second Level of Embryonic Breathing.

At the same time, his life level had risen from five to six!

The whole process had taken less than the predicted three weeks-only eighteen short days. It could be called lightning-fast.

"I really am a genius!"

Wentesi was immensely pleased with himself, his ego swollen from the breakthrough he had just made.

Now, after his period of slumber, his life level might reach an astonishing level eight or even nine!

But he did not stop cultivating immediately. Instead, he began stabilizing his realm.

Only after he had more or less stabilized his realm did he rise and begin familiarizing himself with the mysteries of the second level.

There was nothing particularly mysterious about it. He could simply store a little more Hairy Head Sun Law Power and control it a little more freely.

In plain terms, his numbers had gone up.

When it came to numbers, the Dao of Greater Yang really did have something to it.

Walker and Kru had not stopped. They remained immersed in cultivation, their presence rising steadily around them.

Wentesi could sense an invisible Qi vein above each of their heads.

Both Qi veins were connected to Wentesi himself.

As the two breathed in Greater Yang Qi and absorbed it to cultivate, strands of it also flowed out of their bodies, following the invisible Qi veins into Wentesi.

The proportion of Greater Yang Qi transferred was roughly one-tenth of what they absorbed.

The Greater Yang Qi that flowed along the Qi veins joined Wentesi's Dantian and the countless meridians throughout his body, like trickles of water flowing into the sea.

This was the cultivation tax Wentesi had set for the two of them.

One-tenth.

For every day Walker and Kru cultivated, Wentesi would draw one-tenth of their cultivation from them.

It had been so for eighteen days and nights.

It was thanks to the extra cultivation they had supplied him without cease that he had compressed the originally estimated three weeks to breakthrough into eighteen days.

No sooner had his realm at the Second Level of Embryonic Breathing stabilized than a familiar weariness swept over him again.

It was stronger than it had been dozens of days ago. He almost wanted to drop where he stood and fall into his period of slumber.

Slumber was imminent. He could wait no longer.

Since he had achieved his goal of breaking through to the Second Level of Embryonic Breathing, the most pressing thing now was to head to his chosen safe place in advance and pass his period of slumber in peace.

He flew straight to the territory's food storeroom.

As he passed through the center of the territory, kobolds and gnolls bowed to him one after another, but Wentesi paid them no attention.

Entering the storeroom, Wentesi looked at the mountains of dried fish and beast meat, as well as more than ten intact jars of three-flower honey, and entered devouring mode.

A mouthful of dried fish, two mouthfuls of dried beast meat, then a jar of three-flower honey to wash them down.

Thousands of jin of meat and honey slid straight down his throat into his stomach, filling his great belly to the brim.

Only when he had stuffed himself completely full, enough to sustain his body through its period of slumber, did he stop.

After making these preparations, he sent a strand of Divine Sense through the golden land into the minds of Walker and Kru, who were still cultivating diligently, and instructed them to guard the Emerald Valley territory until he returned.

He also told them to work hard at their daily cultivation and not slack off.

With that, Wentesi spread his dragon wings. A fierce gust rose as his red-gold figure shot into the sky, flying toward the vast, dense forest beyond Emerald Valley.

As he beat his dragon wings, Wentesi kept himself low, flying at high speed as close to the treetops as he could.

His red-gold scales flickered in and out of sight among the branches, but he avoided every open area, keeping himself hidden within the forest.

He passed through dense forests covering mountain after mountain and crossed several winding streams before a broad lake came into view.

The lake was deep and tranquil, with quite a few fish happily blowing bubbles in it.

Few people ever came here, and even the presence of Devil Beasts was relatively scarce.

"Finally! This is the place!"

Wentesi folded his dragon wings and dropped straight down like a meteor, plunging headfirst into the lake.

The sound startled the fish playing nearby, sending them scattering in every direction.

The lake water was icy. Wentesi breathed out Hairy Head Sun Law Power, covering his body in a thin layer of Hairy Head Sun golden light that kept the water out.

Red dragons were a terrestrial dragon species and could not breathe underwater. They could use Law Techniques to keep water at bay or hold their breath to move about underwater.

With the golden light keeping the water out, he was much more comfortable. He was a red dragon, after all, and did not like water.

Wentesi swished his tail and dived a little over ten meters. A pitch-black opening appeared in the rocky wall at the bottom of the lake.

Wentesi burrowed straight into the opening. Inside was a dry cave, its surrounding rock walls dark and slick.

Only in the very center of the cave was a patch of golden soil a foot across, giving off golden light and a faint warmth.

This was the second patch of golden land Wentesi had refined.

The golden land in the dragon's lair was good, but it was not safe enough in the end.

If the Abyssal Rift erupted one day, even the dragon's lair would be hard to preserve.

Having a fallback gave him confidence.

This was the best place to sleep that he had found after searching all of Emerald Valley and its surroundings seven or eight days ago. He had planted the golden land here at the same time.

Wentesi slowly walked to the center of the golden land and found a comfortable position to lie down.

After checking his own condition and the concealment of the cave once more, he closed his eyes.

Weariness swept over him like a mountain torrent, impossible to resist. His breathing gradually grew long and steady.

Wentesi fell into a deep slumber.

He had a dream.

In the dream, he soared above the nine heavens, his dragon body unimaginably vast, a full ten thousand zhang long. Dazzling golden light glittered across his crimson scales.

His pair of dragon horns, in particular, were not dark red and black like those of an ordinary red dragon. They were red-gold and shone brilliantly.

His outspread dragon wings could blot out an entire mountain range.

With just a gentle breath, his dragon breath, containing Hairy Head Sun Law Power, could burn a thousand li of land to ashes.

In the dream, countless Legendary powerhouses, demigods, and gods died beneath his claws and his Hairy Head Sun dragon breath.

The surviving gods and powerhouses prostrated themselves beneath his claws, bowed in submission, and offered him countless tributes and treasures. They respectfully called him the "Great Sun Dragon Ancestor."

He became the master of the gods.

Wentesi's body in the real world let out a low dragon roar, utterly exhilarated.

After more bizarre experiences in the dream, Wentesi finally woke up.

The first organs to awaken from sleep were his dragon ears. He heard roars and the sounds of fighting, which sounded a little like humans.

The second organ to awaken was his nose. He smelled blood and rot, scents that should not have been present in his secret golden land.

He found it a little strange. By rights, there should not have been such smells or sounds in the cave.

When Wentesi opened his eyes, he was somewhat dumbfounded.

The scene before him was not the secret golden land cave beneath the lake.

It was a human battle on a plain, with three forces locked in a chaotic melee. Corpses lay everywhere, blood flowed, and wails rose and fell.

While Wentesi was still dazed, two transmitted voices containing traces of Law Power suddenly sounded in his ears.

One voice was high and the other low. Their method of encrypting the transmission was extremely crude, and Wentesi deciphered it easily.

"Brother Xu, once these lowly mortals finish slaughtering each other, you should have enough Blood Qi, right?"

A crude middle-aged man's voice rang out.

"Alas, Brother Ye, the upper sect says we have to hand over another fifty portions of Blood Qi this month. How could this be enough?

"The upper sect eats meat without spitting out the blood. It's too late to go outside the mountains and capture more now.

"Looks like I can only take a few from the human pen I worked so hard to fatten up and use them to make up the numbers."

The middle-aged man addressed as Brother Xu sighed as he spoke, seeming to feel great pity for the people in that human pen.

Wentesi frowned at what he heard. Eating people? Killing people for their blood? What the hell is this?

Suddenly, Wentesi thought of something. He sensed his surroundings, then looked down at the multicolored scale on his chest.

The multicolored scale was considerably larger than before and had become crystal clear, but the magic power within it had been exhausted.

Wentesi was finally certain. He looked at everything on the plain with a complicated gaze.

"I went to sleep and got sent to this man-eating world of immortal cultivation!"