[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-simulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten":3,"chapter-simulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten-simulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten-chapter-668":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Simulated to Reality: I Once Looked Down Upon Ten Thousand Ages?",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2347683,4587,"Chapter 668: Wutong, Relax. Cultivate the Yang Fu Jing","simulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten-chapter-668",668,"\u003Cp>You watched as Wutong bowed her head, her small face flushed red, too shy to look up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among all the maids of the Xie family, Wutong was undoubtedly the most outstanding—whether in her graceful figure or her delicate beauty, she rivaled even the Xie family’s young ladies, though she preferred simplicity in dress and rarely adorned herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Originally, after your mother’s passing, Wutong had always been cautious in her actions, her eyes dimmed of the lively spark befitting a young girl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, as you grew into adulthood and became the family’s pillar, Wutong’s disposition began to brighten and grow cheerful. At fifteen or sixteen, a girl in her prime is most enchanting, touching even the heart of the indifferent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How many stable hands and gardeners in the Xie Fu had fallen for Wutong, going to great lengths to please her—but she never gave them a second thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You looked at Wutong and said softly, “Come inside with me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wutong had not expected you to say that—her face and neck instantly flushed crimson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hurried to the gate of the small courtyard, bolted it shut, as if afraid someone might see.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A full moon rose in the sky, casting her slender silhouette in its light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After glancing around and confirming no one was near, she ran lightly into the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She kept her head lowered, her voice barely a whisper: “Young Master, shall we go to your room or mine? Better to go to mine—Lu Ya said the first time leaves stains everywhere, hard to clean up…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice faded further until she was staring at her own toes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You nodded. “That’s fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wutong stepped inside and lit the red candle on the bronze candelabrum. In the instant the warm glow spread, she heard the soft click of the door bolt sliding into its groove—startled like a sparrow, she clutched her chest, breathing lightly as orchid petals, her chest rising and falling with each breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the dim, flickering candlelight, Wutong dared not turn around—only lowered her head, fingers tightly gripping the hem of her dress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From behind, you saw her curves, elegant and refined—beneath her slender waist, the soft curve of her hips was like a full moon, strikingly alluring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You spoke softly, gently: “Take off your clothes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wutong’s voice was as faint as a mosquito’s buzz, nearly inaudible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her slender fingers gripped the apricot-colored sash; the silk ribbon unfurled like a butterfly’s wings. The lotus-pink ruqun slid slowly down her snow-white shoulders, revealing a moon-white undergarment embroidered with twin lotuses, and half-exposed, porcelain-white back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You murmured, “Wutong, relax.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing your words, Wutong’s tension eased slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wutong took a deep breath and slowly turned around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The candlelight touched her face—the blush still lingered, as if twilight had painted her cheeks. Her eyelashes trembled, her eyes holding both shyness and anticipation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She lifted her gaze to you; though soft, her voice carried resolve: “Young Master… Wutong is ready.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was about to remove the rest of her garments when you gently stopped her: “Just take off the inner layer. Leave the outer ones on.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wutong was puzzled but nodded shyly, her fingers gently slipping inside her undergarment to untie the chest binding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the band loosened, her chest visibly swelled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Your eyes sharpened—larger than you’d imagined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You cleared your throat, suppressing your inner stirrings, then said, “Take off your shoes too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wutong bent to remove her embroidered slippers, revealing feet with graceful arches, soles pale pink with vitality. Her round, pearl-like toes curled slightly, trembling with her heartbeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She whispered, “Young Master… is this alright?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You nodded gently. “Lie down.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wutong obeyed, her hands instinctively resting on her chest, her gaze already growing hazy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You stood beside the bed, forming a sword finger, channeling the Daoist true qi from the Yin Fu Jing. A warm energy flowed from your fingertips, slowly entering the Yongquan point at the soles of her feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The true qi moved like a gentle stream through her meridians, dispelling the cold and fatigue within her body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wutong felt warmth rise from her soles, spreading through her entire body, as if she lay in a hot spring. Her tense muscles relaxed, the flush on her face faded, and sleepiness settled over her like a heavy blanket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She murmured softly, dreamlike: “Young Master… so warm…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You smiled faintly, continuing to channel the qi, silently thinking: “This girl has overworked herself for too long—her body is choked with cold energy. If not treated soon, it will become a lasting illness.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The candlelight swayed; the room was silent, save for the faint hum of true qi and Wutong’s now steady breathing, intertwined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After half an hour, you stepped back outside into the small courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the gate stood the same wutong tree, its branches holding aloft a brilliant full moon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You stood beneath it; on your forehead, the mark of the sixth realm of Primordial Spirit—“Kai Xing”—faintly glowed, as threads of lunar essence slowly flowed into your third eye, nourishing your Primordial Spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You were now at the eighth realm of Primordial Spirit—“Shen Huo.” Having absorbed Long Yi’s Primordial Spirit energy, your foundation was solid, firmly established in the eighth realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For cultivators, once the Divine Flame is ignited and sufficient cultivation is accumulated, all can break through to the ninth realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ziwei Hengjie is the next step in Primordial Spirit cultivation, named “Ziwei” because the Primordial Spirit becomes like a star—illuminating both self and heaven and earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When breaking through to Ziwei Hengjie, a cultivator’s body forms a domain-like field, naturally overpowering those below their realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like the Ziwei Star seated among the heavens, a sovereign surveying his realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is why some Daoist masters, when guarding their own domains, could remain calm even against enemies many times their number.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Yin Fu Jing only recorded the first seven realms of cultivation. Your breakthrough to the eighth realm came only thanks to the secret guidance of Master Lianchi and the Demon Master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though you did not know the exact details of the final two techniques of the Yin Fu Jing—“Sha Sheng” and “Bing Feng”—you could sense their danger and malevolence from fragments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The eighth technique, “Sha Sheng,” means killing all blood kin to transcend, achieving the path of Supreme Emptiness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ninth technique, “Bing Feng,” requires the world to fall into chaos, Mars to tremble, and calamities of nature and man to arise before the Dao can be attained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These two techniques were too cruel—even the original creator of the Yin Fu Jing, the Third True One, destroyed them himself to prevent harm to future generations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You recalled with perfect clarity the Yang Fu Jing written by that elder in his final moments, as his life-force flickered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Daoist scripture read: “Life is the root of death; death is the root of life. Grace arises from harm; harm arises from grace. Misfortune and fortune are interdependent—this is the Book of Yin and Yang.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heaven and humanity act in concert; myriad changes find their foundation. The nine orifices’ corruption lies in three essentials—these govern stillness and motion.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The universe holds a wondrous artifact, capable of transforming all things. Activate it with Yang—within Yang, Yin is born…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire scripture was obscure and difficult to grasp, written in broad strokes. Had you not already cultivated the Yin Fu Jing, you could not have understood even its surface meaning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Yang Fu Jing was born from the Yin Fu Jing—not as a technique, but as a foundational practice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Yang Fu Jing’s uniqueness was unprecedented: it required refining Yang fire within the Yin Spirit, and demanded absorbing solar energy as cultivation’s foundation—even before reaching the Divine Flame realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such claims sounded like fantasy—after all, the Yin Spirit is easily damaged by sunlight; contact may cause cultivation to regress, or worse. One must be extremely cautious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that you have ignited the Divine Flame, to cultivate this scripture, you must deliberately dismantle your cultivation and return below the Divine Flame realm. This carries grave risk—if your cultivation collapses, recovery is uncertain. That is the first danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, over generations, no disciple of the Three True Ones has ever succeeded in mastering the Yang Fu Jing—not even Lu Hua, with his extraordinary talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Imagine: if after dismantling your cultivation you still cannot master this scripture, wouldn’t all your effort be wasted?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The difficulty of this scripture is plain to see.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you do not cultivate the Yang Fu Jing, and rely only on natural progression, you would still need two or three years to break through the Divine Flame realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, you currently possess no methods for cultivation beyond Ziwei Hengjie, up to the Yang Shen realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Given your status and position, how difficult would it be to obtain a treasure scripture capable of guiding you to the tenth realm of Primordial Spirit?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, if you could master the Yang Fu Jing and refine your Yin Spirit with solar energy, your cultivation speed would truly soar—reaching Yang Shen in the blink of an eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was an agonizing choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You slowly opened your eyes, inner light retracted, the “Kai Xing” mark on your brow fading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You took a deep breath—no more hesitation. How can one catch a tiger without entering its den?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You activated the power of the Yin Fu Jing; your Primordial Spirit began to collapse. On your spiritual terrace, the Divine Flame—deprived of Primordial Spirit nourishment—withered like a dried riverbed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Your body trembled slightly; your Primordial Spirit quivered, as if enduring immense torment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You clenched your teeth, enduring the agony of your Primordial Spirit tearing apart—yet your resolve remained unshaken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yin and Yang give birth to each other; misfortune and fortune are interdependent. Having chosen this path, there is no turning back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You closed your eyes; your cultivation steadily declined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seventh realm—“Shen You”—then sixth realm—“Kai Xing”—the mark on your forehead faded, lunar essence no longer flowing into your body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You carefully controlled the descent of your cultivation, avoiding sudden collapse that might damage your Primordial Spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Your Primordial Spirit slowly emerged from your spiritual terrace, absorbing the faint lunar essence drifting in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without the Kai Xing realm, you could no longer directly convert lunar essence—only barely maintain your Primordial Spirit’s stability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>About an hour later, your cultivation dropped to the fifth realm—“Qu Wu.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You felt your strength weaken further; your Primordial Spirit flickered like a candle in the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another hour passed; your cultivation fell to the fourth realm—“Ye You.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You stood motionless in the courtyard, like a stone statue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before dawn, your Primordial Spirit cultivation vanished entirely!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unaware, the night had passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You opened your eyes—no luster remained; your black hair had turned completely white.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Your spiritual terrace was a ruin; the image of your former Primordial Spirit was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You felt dizzy, your once-pristine robes now caked in dust, gray spots mottling your face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Your body, once cool and dry, now sweated under the armpits, emitting a foul odor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Five Decays of Heaven and Earth—the sign of imminent death!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You looked down at your hands—skin sagging, wrinkled, as if you had aged decades in a single night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You whispered to yourself: “Is this the price of dismantling cultivation?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the body is the vessel, the essence, spirit, and qi must not be lost—otherwise, the vessel will capsize in the sea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sun rose; you lifted your eyelids.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warmth filled heaven and earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dim sky welcomed dawn; the golden, radiant newborn sun rose, its first light spilling across the small courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You took a deep breath, forcing back your physical weakness and discomfort, and began practicing the Yang Fu Jing’s cultivation method.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The living are the root of the dead; the dead are the root of the living. Benevolence arises from harm, and harm arises from benevolence. Misfortune and fortune interdepend—this is the Book of Yin and Yang.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thread of immense, fiercely yang energy was drawn into your spiritual platform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sensation unlike any before began to form—the power of the sun that had illuminated eternity, the purest yang energy in heaven and earth, the very thing the Primordial Spirit feared most.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet this yang energy did not melt everything like spring sunlight on snow; instead, like the warm sun of early spring, it breathed vibrant life into your shattered spiritual platform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First realm: “Sensation.” Second realm: “Stabilizing the Spirit.” Third realm: “Out-of-Body.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within a dozen breaths, you shattered all three realms—the Primordial Spirit’s power emerged once more, free of its vessel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, the yang energy in heaven and earth grew purer. At dawn, an invisible violet aura drifted slowly from the east, like auspicious clouds and blessed mist, breathtaking in beauty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You swallowed the violet aura like a whale drinking the ocean, feeling it transform into a three-legged golden crow soaring high above the nine heavens; then instantly into a colossal Fusang tree, lush and teeming with life; finally, into a pure violet energy that flowed into your spiritual platform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The “Opening Star” mark on your forehead reappeared, and your cultivation base surged directly into the sixth realm: “Opening Star.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Your mind cleared suddenly—you finally understood the profound meaning of “Yin Born from Yang” in the Yang Fu Jing. The Yang Fu Jing’s phrase “Yin Born from Yang” was, in truth, a teaching to use the physical body as a crucible, refining the sunfire that burns through the eight directions, extracting that single thread of nourishing “Solar Energy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You felt the Primordial Spirit’s energy swirling within your spiritual platform—dense and heavy as molten gold. The Yang Spirit forged by sunfire had transcended the constraints of Yin Spirit; every pore in your body seemed to harbor a miniature corona.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was clearly the path straight to the ten realms of the Primordial Spirit—perhaps not even the Three True Ones of antiquity had glimpsed such mystery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, the sound of bronze bells and jade chimes rang above your spiritual platform; each clear tone solidified into golden ancient characters in the void. The “Opening Star” mark on your brow had transformed into the shape of a three-legged golden crow spreading its wings, its feather patterns now glowing with star maps and flickering firelight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under this power’s nourishment, your Primordial Spirit grew ever more refined, even taking on a faint hue of purple-gold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the first ray of dawn fell upon your shoulders, your white hair turned black as a crow’s wing, and all the filth in your body dissolved into golden specks that drifted away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Your skin regained its former state, glowing with a jade-like luster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All these changes took less than an hour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You silently calculated: at this rate, within three days, with the power of the Yang Fu Jing, your Primordial Spirit’s cultivation would be fully restored—and perhaps even rise further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The horizon had turned pale with dawn; the morning sun gently bathed the earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Tong gently pushed open the door, rubbing her sleepy eyes. Her memory of last night was hazy—she recalled nothing particularly unusual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She only felt refreshingly clear-headed, having slept more comfortably than ever before!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet when her gaze fell upon you, she gasped: “Young Master, your hair!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, your hair had turned black again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Tong rubbed her eyes once more, doubting she had imagined it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You turned your head toward her, your back lit by the brilliant golden dawn, as if edged in gold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scene was breathtakingly beautiful!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Tong’s lips parted slightly; she thought to herself: Young Master is truly handsome!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2585,"2026-06-21T01:33:03.787Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","22c6b1471826136ddc232ea67b01fb9f5b4febb86553c708a3e0de529d5ef455","simulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten-chapter-669","simulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten-chapter-667",728,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsimulated-to-reality-i-once-looked-down-upon-ten-cover.jpg"]