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Chapter 287: My Sister's Dao Seed
Hunyuan Taixi Jing, due to its requirement of shifting from conventional breathing to Tai Xi, was an extremely difficult technique to master at the入门 level. Practitioners often had to maintain their Martial Energy flow while simultaneously resisting their ingrained breathing habits, gradually constructing a new Tai Xi system. Many failed to make progress for ten days or even half a month.
But for Zhang Yu, none of that was a problem.
Hunyuan Taixi Jing involved the entire body’s pores and, after Foundation Establishment, the increasingly complex meridians. After over thirty minutes of focused effort, Zhang Yu finally completed one full circuit of the technique’s energy path, circulating Martial Energy once around his body.
In an instant, flashes of vivid images surged through his mind—scenes of himself relentlessly training, enduring countless setbacks, until he finally mastered the technique.
At the same time, his breathing grew progressively fainter, eventually nearing total stillness.
His entire body, every hair and pore, tingled with a cool sensation—Spirit Energy from the room was actively seeping through his skin, merging into the flow of Martial Energy within his meridians.
Zhang Yu felt it clearly now: in the Tai Xi state, every pore on his body was constantly absorbing surrounding Spirit Energy, as if this new method had become his second nature, a new kind of breath.
After a brief adjustment, Zhang Yu resumed the technique, beginning his second round of cultivation.
At the very moment Zhang Yu transformed his breathing into Tai Xi, Zhang Pianpian—previously meditating with eyes closed—suddenly opened them. A faint glimmer flickered in her gaze as she turned toward her younger brother.
“Tai Xi?” she thought silently. “So my little brother’s been secretly studying Tai Xi techniques since school started.”
“Still, good. Mastering Tai Xi allows one to continuously absorb Spirit Energy day and night, refining it into Martial Energy. It’s immensely beneficial for cultivation.”
Her eyes swept across the room, then closed again. In the depths of her Eye Armor, the landscape of the Deep Ling Realm appeared.
Meanwhile, Zhang Yu continued his relentless training. He practiced passively during class, actively during breaks, never letting up for even a moment.
In just three or four days, he had pushed Hunyuan Taixi Jing to Level 10, unlocking the full effect of a Level 10 technique—so that even in passive mode, the technique now operated at 100% efficiency, matching active cultivation.
Then, over the next ten days, he pushed it even further—racing straight to Level 20.
The Level 20 effect made the flow of Martial Energy through his Tai Xi meridians smooth and effortless, as if guided by divine assistance. One breath in, one breath out, and the energy flowed like water through a mountain stream.
Where once it had taken Zhang Yu over thirty minutes to complete a single circuit, now he could do it in under twenty—his Breathing Technique efficiency had improved dramatically.
His Martial Energy had also risen steadily, now reaching 286.2, with its quality climbing to 113%.
But just as Zhang Yu was about to select his next technique, Zhang Pianpian seized an opportunity—when Yu Xinghan and Le Mulan were both out—and approached her younger brother.
Earlier, back in late June, when she’d first sensed Zhang Yu had mastered Tai Xi, she hadn’t thought much of it.
But over the past half month, she’d reviewed the dormitory’s Spirit Energy consumption data—and the numbers had been rising alarmingly, day by day.
Curious, she began tracking the trend more closely.
And she quickly realized: every time the consumption spiked, it was precisely when Zhang Yu was in the dorm.
“Could it be… his Breathing Technique efficiency has improved?” she mused.
But her first reaction wasn’t joy—it was suspicion.
“Such a rapid increase in such a short time… did he spend a fortune in Lingbi? Or worse—did he take a loan?”
Her suspicion wasn’t unfounded. Zhang Yu had already owed 700,000 Lingbi just three months into high school.
Yet Zhang Pianpian wasn’t worried about debt. After all, Zhang Yu had already proven his cultivation talent. In the immortal path, borrowing was inevitable. What she truly feared was that he was spending recklessly.
“Martial Energy growth is a slow, cumulative process,” she reminded herself. “Spending massive amounts of money on it daily—only the truly wealthy can afford it. Not someone like us.”
So Zhang Pianpian cast a spell, diving into Zhang Yu’s spending history, loan records, credit reports…
And she was stunned to find that, in the one and a half months since arriving at Wanfa University City, Zhang Yu had lived frugally—beyond frugal. Aside from purchasing several techniques, he’d made no major expenditures.
With all the obvious sources of waste ruled out, only one explanation remained.
“My brother hasn’t upgraded any Spirit Armor. He hasn’t taken any pills. No Dao Arts services. No expensive cultivation tools…”
Her gaze lingered on the purchase record of Hunyuan Taixi Jing.
“In just half a month… it’s his Breathing Technique that’s been accelerating at an insane pace. That’s what’s causing the skyrocketing Spirit Energy consumption.”
Now, the room was quiet—just the two of them, Zhang Pianpian and Zhang Yu.
Zhang Pianpian looked at her brother and asked, “Brother, be honest with me. How far have you gotten with Hunyuan Taixi Jing?”
Zhang Yu blinked in surprise. He hadn’t expected her to immediately pinpoint his technique.
Fujie immediately warned: “Zhang Pianpian is a Zheng Shen agent—don’t tell her anything! Keep your progress underreporting, or you’ll attract unnecessary attention!”
Zhang Yu thought: “Level 20 in half a month… that really is unbelievable.”
After a pause, he said slowly, “Level 10.”
“Level 10?” Zhang Pianpian’s heart skipped a beat—but her expression remained calm. “Impossible. A Level 10 Hunyuan Taixi Jing hasn’t even reached true Foundation Establishment level.”
“I’ve seen your Spirit Energy consumption logs, your spending patterns. Don’t lie to me. Tell me the truth—how high have you really reached?”
Zhang Yu hesitated, then replied, “Level 15.”
Zhang Pianpian froze.
Level 15? In half a month?
“Hunyuan Taixi Jing is a breathing technique that, on its own, typically takes a year or more to reach Level 15. My brother… did it in half a month.”
If he used Lingbi to accelerate it… how much would it cost? 500,000? 1,000,000?
She sighed inwardly: “My little brother’s talent… is even greater than I thought.”
She recalled the time she’d used her Heavenly Eye Charm on him in the First Layer—and the cryptic “???” that had appeared in the reading.
“Still… if not, how can he ever catch up to me?”
She looked at Zhang Yu, her tone serious.
“Zhang Yu, I’ve told you before—information is key in Kunxu.”
“Possessing more information, having an information advantage, is often more powerful than raw strength. It allows the weak to overcome the strong, the poor to defeat the rich.”
“We know this. So do Zheng Shen, Jin Dan, Yuan Ying cultivators—and even higher beings.”
“Which is why, every time someone ascends to the First Layer, surveillance tightens. It’s like a dense web—casting over everyone, monitoring every data point, every trace.”
“Your sudden spike in Spirit Energy consumption in the dorm… it’s easy to detect.”
“If you don’t learn to hide, then as your results improve, people will start noticing. Before long, your extraordinary talent will be exposed.”
Zhang Yu felt a chill.
He knew his cultivation speed was something he could never fully explain. If a high-level being took a serious interest in him… his fate would be entirely in their hands.
That was why he’d always been careful—never showing too much, never drawing attention.
But he hadn’t expected that a simple energy log, combined with his spending history, could reveal his true progress.
Zhang Pianpian continued: “So besides possessing information advantage, creating information gaps is equally important. And for us poor cultivators, the simplest, most effective way to do that is to hide our own information.”
“You’re cultivating Martial Energy to sell it for Lingbi, right? But if you suddenly gain massive strength in a short time… you’ll become a massive, unexplained source of Martial Energy. That’s dangerous.”
She exhaled. “So you need to slow down. At least for the next half month, don’t level up Hunyuan Taixi Jing again. Shift your focus to Physical Strength Level, or Dao Heart cultivation.”
Zhang Yu thought: “But I’m already at Level 20!”
Fujie chimed in: “Don’t worry, Zhang Yu. With my Anti-Detection Ritual, hiding your power level is easy.”
The Detection Ritual could detect cameras.
The Anti-Detection Ritual could mask parts of your body’s data during scans.
Both rituals had been completed by Zhang Yu in the First Layer.
Yet Zhang Yu still sighed: “Even if I can hide my progress… selling too much Martial Energy still carries risk.”
“Looks like I’ll have to go back to the construction site after all.”
“My original cultivation plan… will have to change.”
Zhang Pianpian added: “And be careful with rankings. Don’t rise too fast. Don’t stand out.”
“Many university exams are application-based—whenever you apply, you get tested. So delay your application as long as possible. Even if your scores improve, you’ll attract less attention.”
“And one more thing—don’t refine your body in the dorm hallway. Find a place with no cameras.”
Zhang Yu raised an eyebrow. “Where’s that?”
Zhang Pianpian replied coolly: “Below the 100th floor. The lower you go, the fewer cameras. Go there.”
“But what about the Spirit Energy consumption?” Zhang Yu asked.
Zhang Pianpian raised a finger. A scroll—Lushu—materialized at her fingertip.
A series of runes flashed across the air. Instantly, the dorm’s Spirit Energy consumption logs appeared before her. With a flick of her hand, she altered the data.
“Spirit Energy usage is manageable. I’ll use my Dao Ling Fu to conceal it. But your actual progress and strength? That’s up to you to hide.”
Zhang Yu tilted his head. “What’s Dao Ling Fu?”
“Just a little spell I made,” Zhang Pianpian smiled faintly. “A little trick to let you use extra Spirit Energy without getting caught. Don’t worry about it.”
She added, “Besides, the 125th-floor dorm is pretty basic. I’ve already cracked the spell that logs Spirit Energy usage.”
Fujie stared, stunned. “Holy shit… she’s literally hacking the system like she’s stealing electricity! Is she even human—or something else entirely?”
And as Zhang Yu looked at his sister, he caught a fleeting glimpse—a shimmer of Dao Seed glowing faintly on her chest.
“Taiqing Fulu?” he thought. “So this is my sister’s Dao Seed?”
(End of Chapter)
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