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Three months later.
Inside the secret chamber.
A cluster of green blaze floated quietly in the air, burning steadily. Within the green blaze, a thumb-sized droplet of dark-red blood was wrapped within, radiating a terrifying aura.
Crackle~
Countless blood-colored arcs of lightning danced and spread, crackling incessantly. A layer of blood-colored flames coiled around it, blazing fiercely. A scorching heat spread outward.
Just a thumb-sized drop of blood essence, yet it gave off a strong oppressive feeling, full of dominance and savagery.
Amid the spreading blood aura, scenes of thunder and fire illusions constantly shifted, like the vision of world-ending destruction.
"It's already been restored to its peak state." Wei Yang sat cross-legged on the futon, his eyes slightly narrowed as he thought to himself, "The origin of this blood essence must have at least come from someone above the peak of Dou Zun!"
Immediately, he flipped his hand, producing a scroll. Lowering his head, he looked at the scroll faintly emanating a bloody scent. His gaze flickered as he murmured, "The Supplementing Deficiency Secret Art!"
His fingers brushed gently across the surface of the scroll, his expression contemplative. He had already memorized the scroll's contents by heart, studying it many times over.
This was a bizarre yet heaven-defying secret art. It could help one defy fate itself, shedding the shackles of mediocrity.
Moments later.
Wei Yang's eyes sharpened, no longer hesitating.
With a thought, he put away the green blaze.
Staring at the drop of blood essence hovering before him, he took a deep breath, stripped off his upper garment to reveal his chest, and then pressed his index and middle fingers together like a sword. He slashed down hard across his heart.
A slender crack, over three inches long, instantly appeared on his skin, with thin strands of blood quietly seeping out. From the center of his brow, his soul force surged forth, carefully prying open the crack.
His brows furrowed, and through the wound he could faintly glimpse the heart inside, powerfully beating.
It was the first time he had ever witnessed his own heart thundering in his chest like this. Then, compressing his soul force into the shape of a blade, he cautiously carved a fine incision upon the surface of his heart.
Ugh.
The pain of cutting into his heart made Wei Yang groan involuntarily.
He let out a bitter laugh. Who would've thought that one day, he would be carving into his own heart. Steadying his mind, he guided the drop of blood essence forward.
It floated closer, slipping through the wound, reaching his heart, arriving beside the tiny incision. Then, it slowly pressed against it, seeping in bit by bit.
Crackle~
Boom~
Blood-red arcs of lightning burst forth at once, while blood-colored flames surged out, spreading across the entire heart.
Hiss!
A pain like knives piercing his heart struck him suddenly, making Wei Yang's head snap back as he inhaled sharply.
Then—
Ahhh~
A hoarse, suppressed scream tore out of his throat.
Enduring the intense agony, he quickly withdrew the soul force that had been keeping his chest wound open, letting it close. His powerful vitality and physique caused fresh flesh to grow rapidly, closing the wound at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Wei Yang, however, couldn't care less about such superficial wounds.
At this moment, nearly all of his focus was locked onto his heart. There, as the blood essence completely merged in, his entire heart transformed into a blazing, scorching blood sun.
Blood flames roared, countless arcs of lightning swirled. With each strong beat of the heart, blood was pumped throughout his body.
That scorching and destructive force coursed along with it, flowing through his veins into every part of his body.
An indescribable agony overwhelmed him. He felt as though what flowed in his veins was no longer blood, but molten lava and thunder!
"Damn it!" Wei Yang gritted his teeth, his fists clenched tightly, veins bulging across his forehead, his face twisted from pain, his entire body drenched in sweat.
Every inch of his skin flushed blood-red, like a shrimp boiled alive, steaming with heat. That feeling… it was a little like the time he first swallowed a Heavenly Flame.
Whoosh!
The green flame surged upward, wrapping tightly around his body, providing him with an endless stream of vitality.
Enduring the searing pain, Wei Yang quickly circulated the Mending Defect Secret Art, beginning to refine the drop of blood essence, forcing it to perfectly merge into his own bloodline.
As time passed—
Hoo—hoo—hoo—
At a certain moment, outside the secret chamber, the heavens and earth suddenly boiled. Energy crazily converged, forming a massive, multicolored vortex.
The vortex took the shape of an inverted funnel, slowly descending, and one end connecting directly to the secret chamber below.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Several figures shot through the sky, landing just outside the chamber. Seeing the swirling, rainbow-colored vortex, their faces showed clear surprise.
"Such a commotion… could Young Master be breaking through?" Qing Lin asked in shock.
"Mm… no, it doesn't look like a breakthrough," Ah Da frowned, shaking his head. "Master is only at Five-Star Dou Zong. For this scale of energy gathering, breaking through a star rank wouldn't be enough. But it also doesn't look like he's advancing to Dou Zun."
"Brother Yang cultivates a Heaven Grade technique," Xian'er said softly after a moment's thought. "If he were to fully circulate it to absorb heaven and earth energy, it might cause such a phenomenon. Perhaps… he's cultivating?"
Her words left them all exchanging glances.
Indeed, they had nearly forgotten—Wei Yang's cultivation method was a Heaven-rank art. He had simply never used it this aggressively before.
At that moment—
A slightly hoarse voice, carrying with it the strain of hidden pain, drifted from within the chamber: "I am fine. Do not worry."
Once the words fell, silence returned.
Xian'er and the others frowned.
It was obvious to all of them—Wei Yang's voice held a suppressed undertone of pain.
They couldn't understand… what could possibly cause Wei Yang, with his current strength, to fall into such a state? But one thing was certain: he was facing some trouble.
Ah Da raised his head, sweeping his gaze across the spatial barrier enveloping the entire manor.
In Holy Pill City, to recklessly plunder heaven and earth energy like this would certainly draw the attention of some powerful experts.
Fortunately, in a city where strong cultivators were as numerous as clouds, such a disturbance wasn't too unusual. At most, it was on par with a Dou Zong breakthrough. It wouldn't cause much of a stir.
Besides, with the spatial barrier blocking external probing, there was little to fear. Even so, after a moment of thought, Ah Da's figure flickered, appearing atop the manor's highest pavilion. His fingers swiftly formed seals, spreading out waves of powerful spatial force.
Now that he had recovered to Seven-Star Dou Zun, he began strengthening and improving the spatial barrier he had previously laid down. With his current strength, he could push the barrier to the limits of the Dou Zun realm.
At this level, even a peak Nine-Star Dou Zun would need considerable time to forcefully break through.
"Du Jiao, you go guard the outer perimeter. If anyone tries to probe, warn them—and drive them off if needed," Qing Lin instructed.
"Yes." Du Jiao bowed, then disappeared, moving to stand guard at the edges of the barrier.
"Sister Xian'er, Young Master will be fine," Qing Lin said, gripping Xian'er's hand nervously.
"Mhm. Don't worry. If it were something serious, he would've told us beforehand." Xian'er nodded with a gentle smile. Still, the slight furrow of her brows betrayed the truth—her heart was far less calm than her face suggested.
Suddenly, Qing Lin lowered her jade-like hand to her flat abdomen, lightly stroking it as she bit her lip. "I was planning… to tell Young Master today."
At her words, a blush crept onto Xian'er's cheeks. She lowered her head, her gaze drifting to her own abdomen, where a strange light flickered in her eyes. Her slender hand unconsciously caressed her belly as well. Softly, she whispered, "A few more days won't make a difference…"
"Mhm." Qing Lin nodded gently, then her eyes curved into crescents as she asked in a mischievous tone, "Once Young Master knows… he'll definitely be happy, right, Sister Xian'er?"
"How would I know?" Xian'er answered shyly, giving her a light scolding glance.
"Hehe~" Qing Lin giggled, hugging her from the side, her voice coquettish. "I don't care—anyway, I'm sure Young Master will be overjoyed."
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