Chapter 294: Flaming Blood to Transform Infant Technique

In the dim alley, only the distant flickering neon sign leaking electricity made a sizzle.

A Qi leaned against the wall, breathing rapidly.

Ancient celestial sovereign? Incarnation of the Dao?

Half a month ago, he would have certainly thought the other a hacker trying to cheat his credit points.

But after witnessing Gu Yuan and Gu Xuan Ce's methods, he was already convinced beyond doubt about such beings.

"A person with unfathomable intentions?"

A Qi followed the other's words with a question, his tone carrying a hope he himself hadn't noticed.

He needed a reason desperately, a reason to prove he wasn't worthless.

"Did you not notice?"

The divine thought of the Tianyuan Ancestor guided A Qi's sea of consciousness, the rhetoric precisely calibrated,

"The one who passed you the technique claims repeatedly to be solidifying your foundation, but in fact he uses the most domineering medicinal force to lock your eight extraordinary vessels."

The Ancestor paused, giving A Qi time to think.

"He scatters this sky‑full spiritual energy to those mortals, letting their cultivation surge a thousand miles a day, yet he pins you at the Fourth Realm. You think he's cultivating you? Wrong. He's merely using you as a target to draw attention, a puppet he can discard at any time."

These words, like the strongest poison, poured precisely onto the seed of jealousy in A Qi's heart.

Madness spreads.

Indeed! A Qi's eyes were blood‑veined.

If a celestial truly valued me, why let that subordinate Tie Tu, a defeated foe, step on my head? Why not grant me invincible power directly?

"Celestial sovereign, what should I do?"

A Qi clenched his teeth, his voice forced out between his jaws.

"Head east. Pass the waste‑treatment plant; there is an abandoned underground ventilation shaft. I am there, having left a genuine legitimate celestial method for you."

A Qi hesitated not at all.

He pulled up the hood of his coat, evaded the patrol of the Ancient Immortal Gate, and slipped into the fringe of the black market's abandoned district like a ghost.

Following the Tianyuan Ancestor's guidance, he moved a rusted steel plate weighing a thousand jin and leapt into a bottomless ventilation shaft.

He fell several hundred meters.

He landed in an extremely hidden underground chamber.

There was no stench of acid rain, only an ancient, musty metallic aura.

The walls were inlaid with a few dim spiritual crystal stones, providing faint illumination.

This was a private resource cache the Tianyuan Ancestor had left in City No. 11 three thousand years ago.

He had placed hundreds of such sites worldwide, precisely so they might be useful someday.

In the chamber's center stood an alloy meditation cushion.

Ahead was a stone platform bearing three jade tablets and a dozen sealed metal jars.

"Sit on it," the Ancestor's voice rang again.

A Qi obeyed, sitting cross‑legged on the alloy cushion.

The moment he settled, several ultra‑fine probes emerged from the cushion's base, silently piercing his thigh acupoints.

There was no pain, only a faint tingling.

"The jade tablets on the stone platform contain the ancient legitimate celestial method 'Flaming Blood to Transform Infant Technique.' The metal jars beside them hold the supreme spirit marrow I have refined for three thousand years."

The Ancestor's tone carried a hint of fanaticism,

"He suppresses your realm; I will help you break the shackles. Let him see what a true child of destiny truly is!"

A Qi grabbed a jade tablet and pressed it to his forehead.

A torrent of complex cultivation pathways flooded his mind.

This method differed completely from what Gu Yuan taught him.

Gu Yuan's method prized natural progression and a solid foundation.

But this 'Flaming Blood to Transform Infant Technique' follows an extremely aggressive, even brutal, path.

It cares not for insight, cares not for gradual steps.

Its core logic is singular: overdraw.

Burn flesh and blood potential, overdraw future lifespan, forcibly seize external spiritual energy, and hasten the fruit of the Dao in an extremely short time.

A Qi could not grasp these deep risks. He only saw the opening line of the method: three days to form a pill, seven days to become an infant.

Seven days, Nascent Soul stage.

In this world, what does the Nascent Soul stage signify?

It signifies the Seventh Realm, equal standing with the regional overseers of the four great conglomerates, and the ability to trample Tie Tu beneath one's feet!

"I will practice."

A Qi opened a metal jar.

The thick, almost viscous spirit liquid emitted a pungent, strange fragrance.

He tilted his head back and poured an entire jar of the spirit liquid down his throat.

Boom!

This time it was not an illusion, but a genuine, resonant boom.

The spirit liquid entered his body as if he had swallowed a lump of magma.

His five organs and six viscera were torn apart by raging energy, then reassembled under the method's forced circulation.

A Qi convulsed all over, large beads of blood surfacing on his skin.

Yet he bit his teeth hard, uttering not a single wail.

He's fed up with the days of being a good‑for‑nothing.

The Tianyuan Ancestor's Divine Thought Disk hovered over the secret chamber, watching everything coldly.

"This kid's talent is abysmal, but his flesh has been refined extraordinarily perfectly, and his origin seems to carry a strange destiny. Could that be why the new Immortal chose him?"

Time passed day by day.

In the secret chamber, metal cans emptied one after another.

A Qi's appearance underwent an earth‑shaking transformation.

His once slightly gaunt body now brimmed with terrifying explosive power.

His skin took on a sickly pallor, his pupils filled with blood vessels, exuding a frenzy of feral rage.

On the fifth day, the Golden Core formed.

On the seventh day, the core shattered and a Nascent Soul was born.

When the last can of spiritual liquid was drained, A Qi suddenly opened his eyes.

An unmatched, mighty spiritual pressure radiated from him, sweeping outward. The secret chamber's hardened alloy walls were pocked with countless dents by the pressure.

Seventh Realm, Nascent Soul Peak.

A Qi slowly rose to his feet.

He clenched his fist, feeling the power within that seemed capable of destroying heaven and earth.

This power was tens of thousands of times stronger than what he felt when he leveled up and beat the gang thugs.

He waved his hand casually.

A blood‑red energy blade shot forth, cleaving the stone platform ahead into two halves, the cut smooth as a mirror.

"This is… true power."

A Qi muttered to himself, his mouth involuntarily curling upward.

He now possessed absolute confidence. If he met Tie Tu again, a single finger would be enough to crush that self‑righteous deputy sect leader into mush.

As for that White‑clothed Immortal…

A Qi's gaze turned cold.

He was grateful to the Immortal.

He would never tell him that it was all his own effort!

"Thank you, Immortal Lord, for bestowing the method," A Qi bowed his hands toward the void.

Though his demeanor was respectful, the tone no longer held the original humility.

Power is the finest nourishment for burgeoning ambition.

The Tianyuan Ancestor observed his mental shift with crystal clarity.

He had seen far too many of these self‑righteous fools in his three thousand years.

"No need to thank me."

The Ancestor's voice sounded at the right moment, tinged with a weak gasp,

"I aid you, and in doing so, I aid myself."

A Qi raised an eyebrow.

"Immortal Lord, what do you mean?"

The Ancestor fell silent for a moment, then tossed out the bait he had meticulously prepared.

"I am merely a fragment of a lingering soul; to resurrect, I must find an unblemished vessel, and you are the one I have chosen."