Chapter 250

Seeing Jiang Ye did not refuse, Zhu Junwen quietly sighed in relief, knowing he had come to the right place today.

He immediately stood up, his demeanor still humble: “Brother Jiang, I won’t disturb your cultivation. When you’re free next time, let’s have a proper chat.”

He was a man who understood boundaries perfectly.

He knew repairing relationships required gradual steps; rushing would only backfire.

Having delivered his gift and expressed goodwill, his goal for today was accomplished.

He bowed slightly, then departed without hesitation or delay.

Jiang Ye watched the man’s figure recede, his fingers lightly tapping the tabletop.

It seems there are still those on Tianyun Peak who understand the times.

He tucked the token into his sleeve, a cryptic smile tugging at his lips, then returned to the side of the Qingyan herb field and closed his eyes.

Days passed one after another.

The disciples of Dongfeng gradually settled from their initial excitement, cultivating more diligently than before.

After all, Elder Jiang and Master Liu had risked their lives to seize primordial qi.

How could they bring shame to Tianqing Sect?

In the courtyards near Jiang Ye’s.

Wen Yueyao, aided by Tianyun Peak’s rich spiritual energy and her own considerable talent, had successfully broken through to the Mid-Stage of the Golden Core Realm.

Zheng Feng, however, remained stuck, his mind too cluttered to unblock the twelfth primary meridian, unable to reach the peak of the Golden Core Realm.

He sat cross-legged beside a furnace blazing with heat, his clear, handsome face etched with complex emotion.

The wedding date drew nearer.

Every time he closed his eyes, Jiang Chuxue’s sharp, cruel face surfaced in his mind, haunting him, unsettling his thoughts, and repeatedly hindering his cultivation.

“Elder Jiang...”

He looked toward Jiang Ye’s courtyard and murmured softly:

“What kind of drama... are you planning...”

In another courtyard nearby.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Chen Lili was drenched in sweat as she trained her fists in the courtyard, the wind from her strikes rumbling through the air; her training attire was soaked through, clinging tightly to her skin, outlining her full, sharp curves.

She was only a hair’s breadth away from the Peak of the Transformation Realm.

Within at most three days, she could shatter this barrier and begin cultivating the Nourishing Qi Method.

Behind her, Xu Qinghuan sat idly on a stone bench, fiddling with a small stick carved from a branch, her gaze drifting lazily over Chen Lili.

Especially the sway of her chest with each punch—she couldn’t help but nod approvingly.

Aside from Master Liu and Sister Wen, Sister Chen truly towers above all others in this regard.

With this advantage, she’ll at least last a few more rounds against that old thing’s staff techniques.

Moments later.

Chen Lili slowly ended her stance, took the water Xu Qinghuan offered, drank deeply, and panted: “Sister Xu, you’ve made good progress too—you’re close to breaking into the Transformation Realm, aren’t you?”

Xu Qinghuan giggled: “Almost, Sister Chen. I might break through before you.”

As Chen Lili drank, she suddenly jabbed forward with the small wooden stick.

“Umm~~~”

Chen Lili let out a startled grunt, nearly choked on the water, and shot Xu Qinghuan a glare: “What are you doing, Sister Xu...”

She’d noticed Xu Qinghuan had developed this strange habit lately.

Chen Lili had the air of an elder sister and didn’t hold such childish antics against her.

“Sister Chen, was my move just now impressive?”

Xu Qinghuan grinned at Chen Lili.

She was practicing ahead of time for Jiang Lao...

Just thinking of it, her gaze drifted involuntarily toward Jiang Ye’s long-closed courtyard gate, and she muttered inwardly:

“That old thing’s been in seclusion too long—he still hasn’t come out.”

In the secluded courtyard.

Jiang Ye sat cross-legged beside the Qingyan herb field.

His entire body glowed with a thick, almost viscous red radiance.

His skin appeared coated in deep crimson, veins bulging beneath the surface, and the roar of his blood surging like tides could faintly be heard within.

To advance the Golden Body Art from Great Completion to Perfection, one must repeatedly scour and temper the skin, muscles, tendons, and bones with one’s own blood and qi, refining every inch of flesh to its utmost limit.

He had repeated this process countless days and nights; his forehead bulged with veins, his jaws clenched tight, and his bones cracked like bamboo shoots shooting upward.

He had repeated this process countless days and nights, his forehead bulging with veins, teeth clenched tight, every bone in his body cracking like bamboo shoots snapping upward.

The red glow on Jiang Ye’s skin began slowly seeping inward, as if greedily devoured by every fiber of his flesh.

In its place emerged a faint golden luster radiating from deep within his skin.

First scattered specks, then merging into patches, finally covering his entire body from head to toe.

From afar, he looked like a statue cast entirely of pure gold, radiating a subdued, heavy golden glow; every deep wrinkle appeared carved by chisel and axe under the golden light.

Merely glancing at him sent a wave of invincible solidity crashing over the observer.

Suddenly, Jiang Ye slowly opened his eyes.

Two beams of solid, concentrated golden light shot from his pupils, leaving scorching golden trails in the air.

Two beams of golden light, dense as solid matter, shot from his eyes, leaving scorching golden trails in the air.

[60] He glanced down at the faint golden sheen slowly receding from his skin, feeling the body within him as if utterly remade, and couldn’t help but curl his lips into a blissful smile.

A primal, monstrous force erupted from his body like an ancient beast awakening.

It flattened the Qingyan herbs in the herb field, and even loosened stones on the courtyard wall trembled violently under the shockwave.

He glanced down at the faint golden glow slowly receding from his skin, feeling the body that had been utterly remade within, and a satisfied smile curled his lips.

He lowered his gaze to the faint golden sheen slowly receding across his skin, feeling the body within him as if utterly remade, and couldn’t help but curve his lips into a blissful smile.

He was now a Golden Body.

Now, he was a Golden Body.

Unending power surged from every cell like magma rising from the earth’s depths.

Merely clenching his fist produced a series of crisp, metallic cracks, as if the air itself were crushed to dust.

He lightly tapped the ground and vanished like a phantom, reappearing before an ancient tree in the courtyard, its trunk thick enough for several men to encircle.

He extended his withered hand, now glowing faintly gold, and gripped the rough bark with five fingers.

He applied slight pressure.

Boom—

The ground erupted with a deep, thunderous crash.

The ancient tree, rooted here for countless years, was uprooted in a single hand.

Thick roots, laden with clumps of soil, burst upward; the massive canopy swayed in midair, showering the ground with a storm of shattered leaves.

Thick roots churned up huge clumps of earth from beneath the ground, while the massive canopy swayed in midair, showering the air with a storm of shattered leaves.

Seeing this, Jiang Ye threw his head back and roared with laughter, the sound echoing endlessly through the secluded courtyard.

What kind of power is this?

The Golden Body—truly terrifying!

Without exaggeration, even without true Gang , his Golden Body alone could effortlessly crush any Qi-Condensation cultivator.

Without exaggeration, even without using true Gang , he could effortlessly crush and kill a Qi-Condensation cultivator with his Golden Body alone.