Chapter 342

"It is not normal for a true disciple sent by the Four Symbols Sect for exchange to be an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator." The red-robed woman transmitted her voice back without expression.

"Liu Shimei Yuyin, you are not assisting someone with marrow-cleansing for the first time; you should know that the pain of cleansing the meridians goes deep into the marrow. Even if someone appears to endure it easily, it is just an act; the twitching and trembling of the facial muscles cannot deceive the eyes of you and me.

But this Wang Shidi from the Four Symbols Sect is different. Looking at his calm and composed appearance, it seems he really hasn't felt the slightest pain, which is somewhat strange. Could he be a person born without the ability to feel pain?" The gray-haired man said, clicking his tongue in wonder.

"Who knows? It is also possible that this Wang Shidi truly has extraordinary perseverance and treats pain as nothing." The red-robed woman replied with a voice transmission, still without a ripple of emotion.

"Hehe, perhaps. With such talent, this Wang Shidi might really be able to master the Red Yang Great Art. If he truly succeeds, he would be the first person from an outside sect to learn the Red Yang Great Art." The red-robed man chuckled.

"Why, are you still feeling unreconciled about failing to master the Red Yang Great Art back then?" The red-robed woman asked, her gaze flickering twice.

"Liu Shimei is joking. It has been so many years, how could I still be unreconciled!

Whether one can master this Red Yang Great Art depends on the individual; only a very small number of people can practice it. My inability to master it only means this cultivation method is not suitable for me." The gray-haired man replied calmly.

"Is that so? But I seem to remember that back then, because of your failure to practice the Red Yang Great Art, you locked yourself in your cave dwelling for three full months, refusing to come out to see anyone, before you reluctantly changed to your current cultivation method." The red-robed woman suddenly transmitted with a light laugh.

"You must have remembered wrong.

However, if I had the courage of Wang Shidi back then, I might have really been able to master the Red Yang Great Art. After all, not everyone is willing to use top-grade fire spirit stones during marrow-cleansing." After the gray-haired man's gaze swept over the crimson spirit stones in Wang Yu's hands, a complex and envious expression flashed across his face.

"To be willing to use top-grade fire spirit stones right now, this Wang Shidi is truly determined to master the Red Yang Great Art.

But to invest such heavy resources now, if he fails to master the Red Yang Great Art later, this Wang Yu Shidi will likely suffer a huge loss." The red-robed woman transmitted coldly.

"But at least this Wang Shidi has tried his best to fight for it, unlike me, who still regrets it to this day." The gray-haired man said faintly.

"But it is more likely he will end up like Li Li Shixiong You and the others, stuck at the bottleneck of the Red Yang Great Art for over a dozen years, with no signs of a breakthrough to this day.

Although mastering the Red Yang Great Art is difficult, breaking through the bottlenecks in the mid and late stages is even harder. Since the founding of our sect, there haven't been many ancestral elders who have achieved the Golden Core stage using this cultivation method.

At our sect's most prosperous time, it seems there were only two Golden Core ancestral elders practicing the Red Yang Great Art at the same time." The red-robed woman said with a hint of sarcasm.

"Hmph, it seems Liu Shimei Yuyin does not think highly of Li Li Shixiong You using the Red Yang Great Art to break through to the late Foundation Establishment stage." The gray-haired man's expression darkened.

"I never said that. I have always respected Li Li Shixiong You; it is just that everyone knows the difficulty of breaking through the third and sixth levels of the Red Yang Great Art far exceeds other cultivation methods. It is very common for Li Li Shixiong You to be trapped at the sixth level.

Even Ancestral Elder Xuyang was trapped at this bottleneck for a full twenty years before he could break through. Even if Li Li Shixiong You has extraordinary talent, can he really surpass Ancestral Elder Xuyang?" The red-robed woman replied faintly.

This time, the gray-haired man remained silent for a long time, and for a good while, he did not transmit anything back.

The red-robed woman continued to form seals without expression, urging the cyan ancient lamp in the air, though her gaze could not help but linger on Wang Yu's face for a while longer.

One month later.

Inside another pitch-black Essence Fire Chamber.

Wang Yu sat cross-legged on a huge, square, smooth purple-red crystal. On the ground all around him, a massive, pale silver Dharma array was inscribed, with dense spirit patterns covering almost every inch of the floor of the Essence Fire Chamber.

In every corner of the Dharma array, piles of fire crystals were placed in an orderly fashion, and as the Dharma array flickered, wisps of pale red mist drifted out from them from time to time.

But even more red mist was desperately crowding in from the surrounding black walls.

This caused the entire Essence Fire Chamber to be filled with scorching high temperatures.

At the center of the mist, Wang Yu, sitting on the giant purple-red crystal, held his hands together in a circle at his dantian. A ball of white light the size of a fist flickered on and off in the center of his hands, as if he were holding a white incandescent bulb that was about to burn out.

Even more bizarrely, as the white light flickered, circles of strange fluctuations radiated from the center of his hands, causing the red mist in the nearby void to converge toward the white ball of light like ten thousand rivers returning to the sea.

The white ball of light flickered brighter and brighter, the strange fluctuations radiating from it became more frequent, and the red mist converging toward it became more abundant.

Suddenly, with a "puff" sound, the white ball of light flashed wildly and then dissipated into nothingness. The fluctuations it emitted also vanished instantly, and the red mist filling the room gradually dispersed.

Wang Yu opened his eyes, which had been tightly shut, but the expression on his face seemed somewhat dissatisfied. He flicked his sleeve, and a small white bottle appeared in his hand. He poured out a purple-red pill and swallowed it straight into his stomach.

Then he stood up and walked to a nearby black wall, striking it once with his hand.

With a flash of white light, a small window suddenly appeared on the wall.

On a tray outside the window sat a black iron plate, containing a wooden plate and a wooden bowl.

On the plate was a large piece of roasted meat with bones that seemed freshly grilled, and in the bowl were only a few giant red rice grains the thickness of a finger, emitting a fragrant aroma.

Wang Yu brought the iron plate inside, sat down cross-legged again, and placed the iron plate on the ground.

He grabbed the roasted meat directly with one hand and brought it to his mouth.

After a few crisp "crunching" sounds, he chewed the meat and bones to pieces in a few bites and swallowed them.

He then grabbed the wooden bowl, opened his mouth, and inhaled, drawing the few giant red rice grains into his mouth, chewing and swallowing them in a few bites.

After a short while, Wang Yu, whose brows had previously shown some fatigue, was suddenly full of energy. He stood up, practiced the Four Beasts Art for a while, and then returned to the purple-red crystal to sit cross-legged once more.

This time he seemed to have made a decision. He closed his eyes again, and after placing his hands together at his dantian, a red light flashed in his palms, and an extra crimson top-grade crystal appeared.

The next moment, white light flickered and lit up between his hands again, red mist permeated the nearby void, and the Dharma array on the ground began to flicker on and off.

Wang Yu felt a stream of pure spiritual power pouring rapidly from his palms into his dantian.

As the white light between his hands grew brighter and the strange fluctuations grew stronger, an eighth drop of red liquid gradually condensed in his dantian.

A blurry white ring of light began to emerge bit by bit behind Wang Yu's back.