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Chapter 131: Fortune From Misfortune · Breaking Through to Foundation Building Fifth Layer
Chapter 131: Fortune From Misfortune · Breaking Through to Foundation Building Fifth Layer
A grotesque, blood-red tentacle erupted from the forbidden realm like a twisted fusion of thick rope, kelp, and intestine—impossible to describe yet undeniably sinister.
It shot forward like a spear, piercing straight into Xiao Chen’s heart.
Ding Sanlei had gone completely berserk, ignoring the wounds bleeding profusely from his own body as he cackled, “Become a sacrifice! Hahahahaha!”
He failed to notice the odd expression flickering across Xiao Chen’s face.
Far from feeling pain, Xiao Chen actually felt… refreshed.
Could this bizarre, hideous tentacle be channeling spiritual energy into him?
Impossible. The blood plague demon was merely spreading its corruption, attempting to infect and parasitize Xiao Chen’s body. Waves of blood plague surged into his veins, seeking to pollute his very essence.
Yet blood plague was a curse, a negative affliction.
Leveraging his Divine Veil, Xiao Chen effortlessly neutralized the invasion. Not only that—he purified the plague itself, transmuting it into an endless stream of spiritual energy.
This influx of power began accelerating his cultivation breakthrough.
“Xiao Chen!”
Seeing Xiao Chen close his eyes, Elder Liu Zhi Shui’s gaze turned bloodshot with panic, his hand reaching to rescue him.
But the oppressive aura of the tentacle’s third-stage presence warned him: approaching meant certain death.
Ding Sanlei sneered, taunting, “Liu Zhi Shui! What are you waiting for? Kill him now!”
His voice dripped with malice: “Your junior sect brother is about to become a blood plague puppet!”
He watched Liu Zhi Shui’s face twist in anguish, savoring the agony.
“Hmph. Don’t interrupt—critical moment.”
Xiao Chen suddenly opened his eyes, shooting Ding Sanlei a glare before turning to Liu Zhi Shui.
“Senior Sect Brother, rest assured—I’m fine.”
With that, he resumed meditating, circulating the Yu Ling Jue to absorb the surging spiritual energy.
Both men stood stunned. What was happening?
As they watched, Xiao Chen’s aura grew steadily more refined. Suddenly, it erupted—a meteoric surge that propelled him into Foundation Building Fifth Layer.
“A battle breakthrough!”
Liu Zhi Shui froze. Was this real?
“How? Why aren’t you dead? What did you do?” Ding Sanlei screamed, his voice cracking with desperation.
Already wounded from shattering his forbidden realm using vital blood, his life flickered like a dying candle.
“Ugh!”
With three unanswered questions clawing at his mind, Ding Sanlei collapsed, coughing blood as his final breath escaped.
As he died, the forbidden realm’s rift shrank rapidly, and the blood plague demon’s tentacle snapped back with a whoosh.
“Huh? It’s gone?” Xiao Chen opened his eyes. “My free spiritual energy supply… ended already?”
He glanced at Ding Sanlei’s corpse. “Tch. Couldn’t you have lasted a little longer?”
“Xiao Chen… are you really okay?” Liu Zhi Shui approached, his voice trembling.
He’d watched Xiao Chen pierced by the demon’s tentacle, certain death awaited.
Yet not only had Xiao Chen resisted corruption—he’d turned calamity into opportunity, using the blood plague to fuel his breakthrough.
Unprecedented. Unbelievable.
“I’m perfectly fine,” Xiao Chen said, thumping his chest.
Seeing Liu Zhi Shui hesitate, he explained, “Coincidentally, I’d cultivated a secret art to counter plagues beforehand. This blood plague wasn’t even strong—it became my spiritual energy source instead.”
With the forbidden realm sealed, no one could verify the blood plague’s true potency.
Xiao Chen added, “It was serendipity—every crisis matched my expertise.”
Liu Zhi Shui paused, suspicion dawning.
Was it all coincidence?
From their sword technique clash, to dispelling miasma, destroying formations, and now resisting blood plague—Xiao Chen had countered every attack.
Was he merely lucky… or had he masterfully deployed countermeasures each time?
Liu Zhi Shui recoiled at his own thought.
No. Impossible.
How could someone at Foundation Building—barely cultivated for months—master multiple techniques?
Yet the idea took root.
Analyzing rationally, Xiao Chen should still be Foundation Building First Layer, consolidating his realm within the sect.
But prodigies defied logic. And aberrations? They shattered it entirely.
In half a year, Xiao Chen had leapt to Foundation Building Fifth Layer—a celestial genius, a once-in-a-millennium phenomenon.
Liu Zhi Shui felt enlightenment strike.
View him not as ordinary, but as a hidden dragon—a true celestial being awaiting the storm.
And this genius called him “Senior Sect Brother.”
A gift from heaven to the Liu family.
He eyed Xiao Chen with growing fervor.
Now, how to cultivate this relationship? Slowly. Carefully.
“Xiao Chen, Junior Sect Brother—are you alright?”
A concerned voice interrupted their thoughts.
Turning, they saw Huang Haoran and Mei Yong rushing over, their faces flushed with urgency.
(End of Chapter)
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