Chapter 460: Becoming a Cultivator!

Provincial Capital, Duanmu Family.

The entire manor was brightly lit.

Outside the courtyard where the Secret Room stood, all important figures of the Duanmu Family had gathered, a sea of black silhouettes, everyone's gaze fixed on the tightly shut Secret Room door.

Duanmu Ya personally guarded the Secret Room entrance, standing motionless, her expression unreadable, but her hand clenched the hem of her robe so tightly her knuckles turned white.

Beside her stood Ma Jian, who was not as nervous, leaning against a pillar and glancing at the Secret Room from time to time.

"Head of Duanmu Family, you've been standing for almost two hours; would you like to sit and rest a while?"

An Elder of the Duanmu Family said cautiously.

Duanmu Ya shook her head, saying nothing.

Her eyes kept fixed on the Secret Room door, as if she could see the situation inside through it.

After a while more, she finally couldn't hold back, and began pacing back and forth outside the door, her footsteps quick and urgent.

After walking a few steps, she suddenly stopped and turned her head toward Ma Jian.

"Xiao Jian… is this really true?"

Her voice trembled a bit, betraying her nervousness and anticipation.

"Mr. Jiang could really make Hong Jie become a cultivator?"

Ma Jian, upon hearing, quickly straightened his posture, patting his chest and said.

"Head of Duanmu Family, could this be false? This is something Jiang Ge said with his own mouth!"

"If that's the case, that's really wonderful!"

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, but the excitement on her face could not be hidden.

In the Duanmu Family up to her generation, the main line had only one male descendant, Duanmu Hongjie.

She had placed great expectations on this child since he was young; she even dreamed of making Duanmu Hongjie a top cultivator.

For this, she doesn't know how many resources of Yitian Pavilion she used, how many masters she hired, how much silver she spent.

But Duanmu Hongjie has no cultivation talent at all!

He has tried every Elixir, practiced every Method, yet he cannot sense Qi, not even the threshold of a warrior.

All these years, Duanmu Hongjie isn't even a warrior; in the eyes of the cultivation world, he is a complete waste.

Helplessly, she accepted this reality, making Duanmu Hongjie a spoiled rich second‑generation who lives off wealth and waits for death.

She thought that was her whole life, that the Duanmu Family's main line, now at Hong Jie's generation, would have its cultivation heritage broken.

But unexpectedly, now she learns that her useless nephew actually has a chance to become a cultivator!

"Xiao Jian, did Mr. Jiang really say there's a fifty‑percent chance?"

Duanmu Ya asked again, fearing she had misheard.

Ma Jian nodded, saying seriously.

"Head of Duanmu Family, this is something Jiang Ge said himself; he is now in the Secret Room helping Hong Jie refine that Supreme Golden Pill."

He paused, then added.

"Jiang Ge said, at least a fifty‑percent probability that Hong Jie can become a cultivator!"

"At least fifty percent…"

Duanmu Ya murmured to herself, her eyes already a bit red.

A fifty‑percent chance is already a huge hope for her.

She should know that before, she had hired so many masters, none dared to claim they could make Duanmu Hongjie a cultivator, not even a one‑percent chance.

Now Jiang Feng's words are fifty percent!

"If it really works, that would be wonderful."

Duanmu Ya clasped both hands together, as if praying.

"Hope Hong Jie can prove himself, must prove himself…"

……

At this moment, inside the Secret Room.

The light was dim, only a few oil lamps on the wall flickered with weak flames.

The room was small and square, the floor covered with thick cushions, and a faint medicinal scent drifted in the air.

Duanmu Hongjie sat cross‑legged on the cushion, eyes tightly closed, his complexion as pale as paper.

Sweat beads covered his forehead, his lips trembled slightly, and his body also quivered gently.

That Supreme Golden Pill had already been swallowed by him, but its power was too strong; his body could not bear it.

Jiang Feng stood before him, looking down at the young man with a faint smile.

"Whether you can achieve Fish to Dragon Transformation in one go depends on your own luck."

He finished speaking to himself, took a deep breath, and slowly raised his right hand.

His palm gently pressed on Duanmu Hongjie's crown.

A gentle force surged from Jiang Feng's palm, flowing through Duanmu Hongjie's Tianling Cover into his body.

This is Jiang Feng's unique Refining Method, using his own power to guide the Golden Pill's force, helping Duanmu Hongjie absorb it.

But this process cannot be too fast; if too fast, Duanmu Hongjie's body will explode.

It also cannot be too slow; if too slow, the Golden Pill's power will dissipate.

It must be just right.

Jiang Feng closed his eyes, his divine sense probing into Duanmu Hongjie's body.

He could clearly see that the Golden Pill was hovering at Duanmu Hongjie's dantian, emitting a golden glow.

The Golden Pill's power was like a raging fire, raging through Duanmu Hongjie's Meridians.

"As expected, a worthless physique, the Meridians are this narrow…"

Jiang Feng muttered something in his mind, but did not stop.

His power turned into a great net, enveloping the Golden Pill, slowly compressing it, slowly guiding it.

The Golden Pill's power was drawn out bit by bit, following Jiang Feng's guidance, flowing into Duanmu Hongjie's Meridians.

Ah!

Duanmu Hongjie suddenly let out a wail, his body jolted violently, nearly falling off the meditation cushion.

His face twisted, pea‑sized beads of sweat streamed down his cheek.

Pain.

Too painful.

It felt as if someone were slashing inside his body with a knife, every inch of Meridians burning.

"If you don't want to stay worthless, endure it for me."

Jiang Feng said lightly.

Duanmu Hongjie clenched his teeth, his jaw creaking, forcing the Back wail back down.

He knew this was his only chance.

From childhood to now, he had been called a worthless person for over twenty years.

On the Surface he laughed and joked, ate, drank and played all day, with an indifferent air.

But inside, he felt more anguish than anyone.

He also wanted to become a cultivator, to make his aunt feel Pride, and also wanted the Duanmu Family to regard him.

But he simply lacked talent; no matter how hard he tried, it was useless.

Now, the chance has arrived.

Even if it hurts more, he must endure!

Jiang Feng sensed the changes inside Duanmu Hongjie, and gave a slight nod.

This kid, though lacking talent, has decent willpower.

He continued guiding the Golden Pill's power, gradually widening Duanmu Hongjie's Meridians.

This is an extremely delicate task.

Jiang Feng was fully focused, fine beads of sweat also seeped from his forehead.

He hadn't been this serious in a long time.

Time passed minute by minute.

Jiang Feng's power has been circulating inside Duanmu Hongjie for three full cycles.

The Golden Pill's radiance was a bit dimmer than before, but more than half of its power remained unreleased.

Duanmu Hongjie's Meridians were widened by over double, still not wide enough, but at least could withstand the Golden Pill's power impact.

"Almost done."

Jiang Feng thought to himself, then suddenly increased the power output.

The Golden Pill jolted violently, its golden light surged, a massive force rushed out like a flood, charging toward Duanmu Hongjie's limbs and bones.

Ah!

This time Duanmu Hongjie could no longer endure, letting out a heart‑rending wail.

His body convulsed violently, the Seven Orifices began to bleed.

Jiang Feng remained unmoved, his palm steadily pressed on his crown.

"Final stage, endure it and you win."

His voice was calm as water, as if speaking of a trivial matter.

Duanmu Hongjie's Awareness had begun to turn Obscure, but he heard Jiang Feng's words.

Endure it and you win.

He clenched his jaw, desperately staying awake.

He must not faint; fainting would be the end.

Golden power raged inside him, every Meridians burning, every cell trembling.

But he endured.

One second, two seconds, three seconds…

After an unknown span, that raging force finally calmed.

The Golden Pill shattered, turning into countless golden specks, merging into Duanmu Hongjie's flesh and blood.

Jiang Feng withdrew his palm, exhaling a long breath.

"Done."

Duanmu Hongjie's body froze in place, unmoving.

After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes.

In those eyes, no longer the previous decay and laziness, but flashing golden light.

A never‑before felt power surged within him!