Chapter 8: Breakthrough to Rank 6! Transcending Mortality!
The Alchemy Chamber.
In the center of the room stood a massive bronze furnace.
Inside the furnace, pale red liquid filled the chamber, emitting waves of potent medicinal fragrance that made one feel feverish even just by breathing it in.
"Master Fu, once I enter the furnace, you must control the earth fire to refine the medicinal power and ensure I absorb it completely."
"This is crucial to me—there can be no slightest mistake."
Chen Mo said seriously.
In terms of strength, the steward Chen Fu might not even match Cen Long.
But when it came to alchemical expertise and fire control, no one in the Chen household could surpass him—not even He Yuzhi could match his skill!
Upon hearing this, Chen Fu exhaled in relief.
"So it's just this matter—I thought you meant…"
"Thought what?"
"Cough, cough—nothing."
Watching Chen Fu's awkward expression, Chen Mo felt something was off.
But he didn't dwell on it; he stripped off his clothes and leapt into the furnace.
"Young Master, are you ready?"
"Begin."
Chen Fu formed hand seals and activated the earth fire; crimson flames roared within the furnace.
In less than half a breath, the medicinal liquid began to boil and churn.
He controlled the heat perfectly—maximizing the refinement of medicinal power without causing Chen Mo any harm.
"Dragon Yang Boiling Blood Soup is brewed from over a dozen yang-extreme ingredients, greatly enhancing blood vitality and unlocking physical potential."
"This time, I won't just raise my Cultivation Technique to Perfection—"
"I'll use this as an opportunity to break through to Rank 6!"
Chen Mo opened his palm; a translucent amber crystal floated in midair, surrounded by ribbons of golden dust swirling and dancing, as if the voice of the Dao echoed in his ears.
A status panel unfolded before his eyes.
He saw a "+" symbol appended after both his Cultivation Technique and Martial Art.
Chen Mo didn't hesitate—he selected the Hunyuan Forging Body Scripture.
The crystal shattered with a bang, dissolving into countless specks of light that surged like a tide into his third eye.
Chen Mo's vision suddenly went black; all sound vanished, as if he stood within boundless, empty cosmos.
A golden figure sat cross-legged in the void.
Its body was as translucent as amber; through its skin, flowing light could be seen circulating within.
Following the figure's guidance, Chen Mo involuntarily activated his Cultivation Technique; previously blocked meridians suddenly opened, and the speed of his qi surged more than several times over!
In the void, stars ignited one by one, each corresponding to a meridian point he had unlocked!
"All-encompassing, all-containing, boundless without, infinitesimal within…"
"Use heaven and earth as the furnace, true qi as fuel, refine your body, forge flesh to attain divinity—this is Hunyuan Forging Body!"
"A hair's breadth off, and the error becomes a thousand miles—my previous cultivation method was wrong!"
Chen Mo felt as if a bucket of ghee had been poured over his head—sudden enlightenment, clouds parting to reveal the sun—as he sank into profound insight.
Meanwhile, the medicinal liquid formed a vortex centered on him; powerful medicinal energy surged into his body through every pore!
Pain!
Piercing, bone-deep pain!
Under the medicinal stimulus, Chen Mo's blood and qi churned violently, clashing against each other—his body felt as if it would tear apart!
He ignored it all, continuing to run the technique.
With the endless influx of medicinal power, his blood gradually gained the upper hand, relentlessly striking his qi sea, gradually compressing the qi.
Until a critical threshold—
A single drop fell into his dantian.
Two drops, five drops, ten drops… the qi was rapidly refined, impurities stripped away, condensing into pure true yuan.
But it wasn't enough.
In the depths of his mind, Chen Mo "saw" countless light points, drawn toward him by the Hunyuan Forging Body Scripture.
Refine—refine endlessly.
He was ravenous, like a black hole, endlessly devouring.
Until a sensation of fullness came—he ceased the technique, turned inward, and saw his dantian nearly overflowing with vast, oceanic true yuan!
He opened his eyes; flashes of lightning seemed to dart across them.
Slowly, he extended his right hand; the medicinal liquid in the furnace reversed upward, gathering into a transparent long blade in his palm.
With a casual swing, he cleaved the bronze furnace cleanly in two!
As sharp as a true weapon!
"True yuan leaving the body, manipulating objects at a distance… this is the hallmark of Guiyuan Realm!"
"Young Master, you broke through to Rank 6?"
Chen Fu stared, unable to believe his eyes.
He had assumed the young master merely sought to use the medicine to forge his body—never imagining he would break through an entire major realm?!
At barely twenty years of age, he was Already Rank 6, Transcending Mortality!
Such talent—even the prodigies on the Qingyun List couldn't surpass him.
"Our Chen family has produced a dragon!"
……
After finally seeing off the ecstatic Chen Fu, Chen Mo opened his attribute panel.
Name: Chen Mo
Title: None
Realm: Sixth Rank Tuifan · Guiyuan Realm
Cultivation Technique: Hunyuan Strengthening Body Decree · Perfect
Martial Art:
Chiyan Eight Cuts · Perfect
Wind-Thunder Dash · Proficient (73/100)
Divine Ability: None
True Spirit: 1
……
The Nine Ranks of Martial Path.
Ninth Rank: Qi-cultivating Body, Eighth Rank: Bone-forging, Seventh Rank: Tendon-transforming — these are the stages of the mortal body.
Sixth Rank: Guiyuan, Fifth Rank: Pure Yang, Fourth Rank: Divine Sea — these are the stages of Tuifan.
At the Sixth Rank Guiyuan Realm, true qi transforms into true yuan — this is the first major dividing point on the martial path.
Only after entering this realm does one truly begin cultivating the "Martial Path!"
"Under normal circumstances, a Guiyuan Realm martial cultivator's true yuan occupies only one-tenth of the dantian. Mine is nearly full — isn't that a bit excessive?"
"What exactly are those specks of light?"
"They feel far purer than true qi..."
Chen Mo was puzzled.
Suddenly, his expression changed — he sensed something was wrong.
Although his realm had successfully broken through, the medicinal power still lingered inside him, with no outlet!
To maximize the stimulation of his blood and qi, he had chosen only the most yang and forceful spiritual herbs; the combined effects of over a dozen herbs — not even an ordinary man could handle it, let alone a eunuch would sprout again!
"I forgot about this..."
Chen Mo's entire body burned hot; he felt as if he were about to ignite.
He noticed a large water vat nearby, filled with cool well water drawn just now — he plunged straight in.
……
A carriage stopped before the Chen residence.
Shen Zhixia stepped down from the sedan, wearing a pale yellow long dress, her oval face fair and rounded, her features delicate as a painted scroll, like a tender new shoot in spring, radiating a youthful, sweet aura.
Qing'er stood behind her, her rosy little face still carrying a touch of baby fat.
"Young Lady, weren't you saying just a few days ago that you never wanted to see Chen Mo again?"
"I… I'm just here to return this to him."
Shen Zhixia held a jade pendant in her hand.
It was the very one Chen Mo had casually tossed to her at the entrance of the teaching house to prove his identity.
"Such a trivial matter could be handled by a servant — why must you come in person?"
"Besides, you've been dressing up since early morning, changing over a dozen outfits — you never even wear dresses normally..."
"Shut up."
"..."
Qing'er shook her head, expression resigned.
Shen Zhixia possessed a Innate True Martial Body—the top prodigy ranked sixth on the Qingyun List!
In her eyes, only someone from the "Top Ten" tier could possibly match her Young Lady.
But Chen Mo was merely a dissolute Young Master — what other virtues did he have besides his handsome looks?
"I wonder what my Young Lady sees in him..."
"Young Lady? Young Lady?"
Only when Qing'er snapped back to awareness did she realize Shen Zhixia had already entered the Chen residence — she hurried after her, trotting anxiously.
End of Chapter
