Chapter 10: A Moonless Night for Murder
Chapter 10: A Moonless Night for Murder
Inside a secluded cave chamber deep within the Cultivation Cave, Lv Yang sat cross-legged in meditation.
Spirit Pill down his throat, plus the energy he’d siphoned from Yun Miaoqing over the past fortnight, had pushed his cultivation to the brink of a breakthrough.
“Boom!”
The moment the barrier shattered, a torrent of surging qi roared through his body like a raging river, invigorating his very soul.
Refining Qi Second Layer!
Lv Yang exhaled sharply. “There’s no bottleneck before Refining Qi Fourth Layer—normally, you’d just grind through with resources. But time’s not on my side anymore.”
The looming threat of Qingchen Immortaless gnawed at him. He hadn’t forgotten how, in his previous life, Liu Xin had stormed his Cultivation Cave unchallenged. If Liu Xin could do it, what hope did he have against a true immortal?
This cave was no sanctuary.
“Only my own strength can save me.”
Gritting his teeth, Lv Yang swallowed the rest of his Spirit Pills in one go, summoning Yun Miaoqing once more. The waste gnawed at him—three-tenths of their potency would be squandered—but speed mattered now. As long as he broke through to Refining Qi Third Layer, the cost would be justified.
Three days and nights passed in a blur.
Lv Yang hadn’t eaten, hadn’t slept. Yun Miaoqing lay drained and motionless, her energy spent. Finally, he felt the thin veil of his next barrier give way.
“Success!”
His inner vision swept through his meridians, now coursing with vast, unyielding qi. It felt boundless, yet progress halted at an invisible wall.
The Cultivation Bottleneck.
One step further, and he’d reach Refining Qi Fourth Layer—the threshold to becoming a true disciple in the Holy Sect.
No time to rest. Clutching a vial of Primordial Qi, he channeled his energy to devour its essence. The surge swelled his dantian like a tide, battering the barrier with relentless force.
The once-impenetrable wall crumbled like melting ice.
In the dim chamber, Lv Yang’s eyes snapped open, piercing the darkness with their glow.
A blink later, another day had passed. But the man who emerged was no longer the same.
Refining Qi Mid-Stage. A gulf between him and his former self.
“If Refining Qi Initial Stage was a stream,” he mused, “this is an ocean. Tenfold power, effortless. Only now can I truly call myself a cultivator.”
No longer rationing energy for spells. Now, techniques flowed like breath, their toll replenished in moments.
Lv Yang stepped outside, summoning his Whitebone Flying Sword. With a thought, ten blades of light sliced through the cave, carving a deadly web.
The Divine Thunder Sword Art surged through him, his form merging with the blade’s arc.
“All thanks to Liu Xin,” he mused. “Without his Primordial Qi, I’d be stuck at Third Layer for years.”
No wonder Liu Xin had abandoned the Yin-Yang Grand Harmony Manual for the Primordial Dao Treatise.
But the treatise was a curse—its power came at the cost of human lives. Liu Xin’s sins had birthed this path, and now Lv Yang would claim it.
“Patience,” he whispered. “Next life, I’ll master it fully.”
A sudden tremor in his formation snapped him back. Someone had triggered his sword’s perimeter.
“Visitors?”
His eyes sharpened. He’d acted just in time—had he delayed, his closed cultivation would’ve left him vulnerable.
The cave’s entrance creaked open. Three masked figures slipped inside, their breaths silent, their auras veiled.
Lv Yang watched, impressed. Without his recent breakthrough, he might’ve mistaken them for ordinary men.
The leader gestured. The trio fanned out.
The first took a step—and the world erupted in light.
A blade of searing white cleaved through the air.
“Too late!” The assassin twisted, but the sword’s edge caught him mid-roll. Blood sprayed skyward.
“Refining Qi Mid-Stage!?” The leader’s voice cracked. “What heresy is this!?”
Cursing, he conjured a shield of jade light, but Lv Yang’s blade shattered it in a single strike. From the shadows, a colossal hand of roaring qi seized another intruder.
Snap!
The second man exploded in a mist of gore.
Lv Yang’s palm technique—Primordial Qi Crushing Palm—was a marvel. Useless against equals, but devastating against inferiors.
The leader barely parried a third strike, but the onslaught left no room to breathe. Within moments, his strength waned. Lv Yang struck, severing his head in a crimson arc.
Silence fell.
Lv Yang exhaled, surveying the carnage. His first kill. The ambush tactics he’d rehearsed countless times had worked, but the reality left his pulse racing.
“By the book, I’m outmatched,” he admitted. “Three on one, and I’d lose in a fair fight. But with surprise, I dictate the terms.”
He turned to the corpses, already refining his strategy.
Next life, he’d be ready.
(End of Chapter)
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