【Seeing Ye Yu’s eager expression, Xiao Yinjian couldn’t help but smile.】
Cultivation requires talent, opportunity, and the right mindset.
“Only those with perseverance can become great cultivators. Even a thousand years of hardship is just the beginning. You''ve only been cultivating for two years and have already reached the mid-stage of Qi Condensation. That’s quite impressive; what more could you want? Remember, haste leads to waste.”
Ye Yu, hearing these empty words of wisdom, felt a surge of frustration.
Two years! Did he know how important those two years were? Cultivation for centuries was fine for others, but Ye Yu had dream experiences where people reached transcendent levels in just a few decades. For someone used to rapid progression, how could he accept such a slow pace?
“Master,” Ye Yu said, shaking his head, “I just want to raise my cultivation as quickly as possible, no matter the side effects.”
Xiao Yinjian frowned in disapproval.
He immediately refused Ye Yu’s request. Having high hopes for Ye Yu, he couldn’t bear to see him take a path that would eventually ruin him. Now that Ye Yu was his disciple, Xiao Yinjian felt responsible for his life.
Ye Yu was truly in a hurry! Side effects didn’t concern him. All he wanted was to reach the Golden Core stage as quickly as possible!
Seeing that Xiao Yinjian was adamantly opposed, he even confined Ye Yu, saying, “Take this time to calm yourself. Shortcuts to quick improvement always come with a price. When you’re older, you’ll understand my intentions.”
Ye Yu felt deflated.
Where was the ruthless, bloodthirsty demonic sect he’d heard of? How did he end up with such a responsible master?
After Xiao Yinjian left, a young disciple in a Taoist robe entered Ye Yu’s confinement that very night. This was Du Butong, Xiao Yinjian’s eldest disciple, only two years older than Ye Yu.
According to custom, Ye Yu should call him “senior brother.” Du Butong had once been Xiao Yinjian’s favored disciple, but since Ye Yu’s arrival, Xiao Yinjian’s attention had shifted, favoring Ye Yu, whose talent surpassed Du Butong’s.
This shift left Du Butong resentful, so he never showed Ye Yu a friendly face. However, Ye Yu didn’t care, having no intention of staying long at Yellow Springs View or competing for his master’s favor.
So, why would Du Butong visit him now?
“In the short term, cultivation will advance rapidly, but meridians will gradually clog, eventually leading to spiritual depletion.”
“Activate Disaster Redirection?”
Without hesitation, Ye Yu locked onto Du Butong, who was descending the mountain, as his target for Disaster Redirection.
In an instant, a surge of spiritual power poured into Ye Yu’s body, rapidly advancing his cultivation.
Mid-stage Qi Condensation, late-stage Qi Condensation, Qi Condensation peak...
Ye Yu’s cultivation only stopped when he reached the early Foundation Establishment stage.
Exhaling a deep breath, Ye Yu marveled at the surge of power. No wonder people are willing to risk ruin on pills like this. The feeling of instant power... amazing!
Meanwhile, Du Butong was practically celebrating as he descended the mountain.
The Nine Heavens Creation Pill was a failed product. Though it could boost one’s cultivation temporarily, it would eventually block the meridians, and after a few years, spiritual energy would slowly drain, causing the cultivator to regress and ultimately rendering them useless.
And Ye Yu had taken the entire bottle? He was digging his own grave!
Du Butong was already envisioning the day when Ye Yu, crippled by blocked meridians, would become worthless, leaving him to reclaim their master’s full attention. The thought alone thrilled him.
Suddenly, Du Butong felt a sharp pain in his legs and fell to his knees on a large stone.
What was going on?
He looked down to see blood seeping from his legs.
Not only his legs—his entire body was bleeding, staining his robe red. Then he felt a searing pain in his meridians, and his spiritual energy began draining rapidly.
A gut-wrenching scream tore from his lips, echoing through the night.