Chapter 275: The Divine Mirror of Illusory Flowers and Reflections

Under the moonlit night, cool as water and hazy as gauze.

Within the secluded courtyard on Taohuadao, exclusively belonging to Brother Ning Chuan, spiritual energy was so thick it nearly solidified.

The 【Qiankun Gathering Spirit Great Array】, arranged by his own hands, operated ceaselessly.

Drawing in spiritual energy from a thousand li around, like countless rivers flowing into the sea.

Thus, the entire courtyard seemed shrouded in a mist of spiritual vapor, like a fairyland.

Brother Ning Chuan's massive dragon-like body lay still beside the deep, icy pond at the courtyard's center.

His eyes half-closed, his mind fully immersed in the mysterious realm of cultivation.

He channeled his newly created 【Heaven-Earth Yin-Yang Great Mill Method】.

Absorbing the purest heaven and earth spiritual energy gathered by the Gathering Spirit Array,

and the boundless, vast lunar essence descending from the ninth heavens each time the moon reached its zenith.

All of it drawn into his body, fed into the invisible grinding force of his demonic power.

Repeatedly ground, refined, and transformed.

Until finally, it became the most pure, most compatible ancestral demonic power for his dragon bloodline.

Used to nourish the black jade dragon core slowly rotating within his dantian sea, emitting a dark golden glow.

Simultaneously refining his vast and formidable dragon demonic soul.

With the aid of the two heavenly techniques — 【Qiankun Gathering Spirit Great Array】 and 【Heaven-Earth Yin-Yang Great Mill Method】 —

Brother Ning Chuan's cultivation speed was utterly astonishing, advancing a thousand li in a single day!

He could clearly sense the dragon core within his dantian sea,

Growing steadily more condensed, more harmonious, and more sentient at a visible pace.

The seventh dragon pattern coiled upon it had long fully solidified.

Now, the eighth dragon pattern had emerged with clear contours, slowly hardening.

And the ninth dragon pattern already bore faint traces, as if ready to burst forth at any moment!

His internal demonic power grew ever purer, ever more vast.

Every gesture, every movement, seemed to contain terrifying power capable of destroying heaven and earth.

His understanding of the heavenly laws deepened and sharpened further.

As if the entire world had become less mysterious in his eyes.

"Excellent! Wonderful!" Brother Ning Chuan's heart swelled with indescribable joy and satisfaction.

"At this rate, within no more than three months, I shall fully cultivate this dragon core to the Ninth Turn Realm of Perfection!"

"Then, I can trigger the second heavenly tribulation of the 【Nine Tribulations Dragon Transformation Method】 — the Transformation Tribulation!"

"Once I successfully pass this tribulation, my life's essence will undergo another earth-shattering transformation!"

"Not only will my strength surge to a new realm, but I shall truly shed the constraints of this dragon body, shifting freely between dragon and human form!"

"And I shall continue evolving toward the even more distant and powerful True Dragon Realm!"

Brother Ning Chuan's heart brimmed with endless expectation and longing.

He knew that day was not far off.

Becoming human, indulging in countless beauties, was no longer an unreachable dream.

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The next day, morning.

When the first ray of dawn filtered through the peach grove and fell upon Taohuadao,

Brother Ning Chuan slowly awakened from his cultivation state.

Feeling the surging, even stronger demonic power within him — refined further than yesterday — he smiled in satisfaction.

He knew he had taken another step closer to the Ninth Turn Realm of Perfection.

He did not forget his duty as lord of Taohuadao and the "deity" revered by all.

From his storage space, he retrieved several "Creation Fake Pills" he had previously forged from the true pills of Grand Masters.

Though these fake pills were inferior in Grade and Rank to the "Ninth Turn Creation Fake Pill" he had granted Huang Rong,

they were still sufficient to grant an Innate Realm cultivator temporary power comparable to that of a Kanbida Sect Grand Master.

Moreover, they subtly improved their physiques and elevated their cultivation potential.

He summoned Qu Lingfeng, Lu Chengfeng, Wu Mianfeng, Feng Mofeng, and the old fool Zhou Botong — who had remained faithfully loyal to him despite his age and stagnant cultivation — to his courtyard.

Then, he bestowed each of them one of these priceless "Creation Fake Pills."

"These are minor trinkets I crafted in my leisure."

"Though mere external aids, they may aid you in critical moments, boosting your strength for unforeseen needs."

"Use them well, and do not waste my goodwill."

Brother Ning Chuan spoke in a calm, authoritative voice, as if bestowing mere sugar beans.

Qu Lingfeng, Lu Chengfeng, Wu Mianfeng, Feng Mofeng, and the old fool Zhou Botong,

upon receiving the "Creation Fake Pills" radiating immense energy and hearing Brother Ning Chuan's explanation,

all trembled violently, their faces flushed with disbelief, excitement, and ecstasy!

They had never imagined their lord would grant them such an otherworldly treasure!

This… this was… ascending to heaven in a single step!

They immediately knelt, bowing deeply to Brother Ning Chuan in reverent gratitude, their voices trembling with emotion:

"Thank you, Lord (Big Brother), for your immense generosity! We… we shall shatter our bodies and burn our bones to repay your grace!"

Their worship and reverence for Ning Chuan in their hearts climbed once again at this moment to a new, unsurpassable height!

They knew that from now on, their fates were thoroughly bound together with this mysterious and unfathomable Dragon Island Lord!

After everyone's emotions had calmed down slightly.

Qu Lingfeng finally remembered the main matter, hurriedly took out a secret letter sealed with special wax from his robe, respectfully handed it to Ning Chuan, and said:

"Reporting to the Island Lord, this is... this is a letter secretly sent from the Mongol Yuan Empire several days ago."

"The person who delivered the letter claimed to be... a confidant of Princess Min."

Hearing this, Ning Chuan raised his eyebrows slightly, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

This little fox Zhao Min moves quite fast.

He extended his Long Zhao, took the secret letter, used demonic power to shake it open, and read it carefully.

The content of the letter was, in fact, simple.

Zhao Min first expressed her highest respect and absolute loyalty to Ning Chuan.

Then, she reported everything she had encountered after returning to the Mongol Yuan capital, as well as her conversation with the Yuan Emperor Genghis Khan, to Ning Chuan in full detail.

In the letter, she mentioned that although the Yuan Emperor Genghis Khan was somewhat wary of Ning Chuan's strength, he had not completely given up on the desire to win him over, or rather... to use him.

Genghis Khan ordered her that within one year, she must find a way to make Ning Chuan submit to the Great Yuan; otherwise, the Bianhui Sect would dispatch the National Guardian Monk Baspa and the armies of the Mongol Yuan Empire to personally campaign against Taohuadao.

At the same time, the Yuan Emperor threatened her with her marriage to Tolui, forcing her to complete the task as soon as possible.

In the letter, Zhao Min declared her loyalty to Ning Chuan.

She proposed that she could temporarily feign cooperation, pretending to agree to the Yuan Emperor's demands.

Then, using this opportunity, as well as her identity and power within the Mongol Yuan Empire.

She would "shear" more wool belonging to the Mongol imperial family for Ning Chuan.

For instance, those precious classics, Wu Gong secret manuals, and heavenly treasures collected by the Mongol Yuan Empire through the ages.

All could be found a way to be secretly sent to Taohuadao continuously to assist Ning Chuan's cultivation.

She believed that with her wisdom and methods, she would surely be able to play the ambitious Yuan Emperor at the palm of her hand.

After Ning Chuan finished reading the letter, a cold arc curled at the corner of his mouth, and he let out a low, cold sneer.

"Heh heh, Genghis Khan? Tolui? Baspa?"

"Just a group of ants unaware of death, yet they dare to bark wildly before this Seat?"