Chapter 5
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Chapter 5: Refining Organs
Boom!
With a great crash, the door to Liu Daolie’s residence burst open violently. Fragments flew inward, shattering all furnishings in the room.
“Uncle Liu, long time no see!”
Ye Yun emerged at the doorway, smiling as he strode inside.
Though only moments had passed since their last encounter, the greeting mocked their brief separation. Liu Daolie’s face flushed crimson, veins throbbing at his temples.
“You court death!” Liu Daolie roared, fury distorting his features.
“Would you spare me if I didn’t?”
Ye Yun snorted, advancing without hesitation.
A flicker of panic finally surfaced in Liu Daolie’s eyes. “Ye Yun! Must we destroy each other?”
“The Heavenly Sword Sect values strength,” Liu Daolie hurriedly continued, gaze shifting nervously. “I erred in underestimating you. Now that you’ve shown your power, cooperation benefits us both more than mutual destruction.”
He wet his lips before adding, “With my support, your path to Tian Zhu Peak—or any peak—becomes smoother.”
“Think me a fool?”
Ye Yun’s laugh still hung in the air when he blurred into motion. A thunderous impact sent Liu Daolie crashing against the wall, blood spraying across the floor as he slumped to the ground.
“Impossible!”
The gurgled protest held more fear than anger. Liu Daolie had anticipated retaliation, but not this overwhelming speed, this terrifying growth in power that rendered resistance futile.
“Respecting you as my elder,” Ye Yun spoke over Liu Daolie’s wheezing, ignoring the cowering disciples, “I’ll grant you a choice.”
His boot pressed down on the older man’s cheekbone.
“This… this is respect?!”
Rage and humiliation warred with primal fear in Liu Daolie’s eyes as Ye Yun’s sole ground into his face.
“What… do you want?” The words emerged strangled.
“Spirit stones.”
“Is that all?” Relief tinged the quavering reply. “A hundred extra low-grade stones monthly, starting today!”
Ye Yun’s smile chilled the air. “Fifty thousand low-grade. Or five hundred middle-grade.”
“Fifty thousand?!”
The disciples recoiled as if struck. Liu Daolie’s eyes narrowed, smoldering with concealed calculation.
“Done.”
His sudden compliance drew shocked gasps. “Release me. I’ll empty my storage pouch.”
Ye Yun stepped back, muscles coiled, ready to strike at the slightest twitch.
Liu Daolie rose unsteadily, right hand trembling as he withdrew the pouch. A cold glint flashed through his downcast eyes while his fingers worked at the seal.
Crash!
The contents of the storage pouch spilled onto the floor in a clattering mess. Though Liu Daolie was merely a slightly higher-ranked servant disciple, the dazzling array of glowing treasures radiating spiritual energy from his storage pouch momentarily blinded everyone present.
Ye Yun narrowed his eyes while counting the items, his face cold despite his inner excitement. "Ten middle-grade spirit stones, one hundred thirty low-grade spirit stones, a broken whip, and a shattered sword? Senior Liu Daolie, this falls far short of fifty thousand spirit stones."
Liu Daolie coughed bloody phlegm but kept his composure. "Nine-tenths of monthly spirit stones go to Tian Zhu Peak elders. This remaining amount results from my slow cultivation. If unsatisfied, you’ll have to wait monthly installments."
Ye Yun swept the items into his possession. "Then consider it a debt." He turned and darted through the doorway.
Liu Daolie watched the retreating figure with shadowed eyes. What good would fifty thousand stones be to you? With your cultivation level, how many could you even refine? When Liu Yu arrives, those stones will return to us!
Ten middle-grade and one hundred thirty low-grade stones represented unimaginable wealth to Ye Yun. Yet he knew Tian Zhu Peak’s representatives would come swiftly.
"Priority is boosting cultivation. Outer disciples merely reach body refinement stage. Comprehending spiritual energy from the world grants inner disciple qualification – those cultivators won’t meddle in servant outer court affairs. If Liu Yu intervenes, he hasn’t reached Body Refinement Stage Seven of the Comprehending Qi Stage. As long as the black and white light’s changes persist and my absorption speed remains, defeating him is possible."
Clarity struck Ye Yun. Tian Zhu Peak disciples practicing immortal heart techniques once seemed untouchable deities. Now, he faced them without fear.
…
Snap!
The forty-ninth low-grade spirit stone crumbled to ash. Over five days, Ye Yun had absorbed forty-nine stones, his meridians flooded with roaring spiritual power.
The basic cultivation technique – designed for servant disciples – paled against true inheritors’ methods. Yet Ye Yun’s absorption rate matched Heavenly Sword Sect elites.
"Now."
Ye Yun gripped another stone. Spiritual power surged toward his five internal organs, their surfaces shimmering with faint blue light. Complete permeation would purge impurities, achieving Refining Organs stage four.
Snap!
The fiftieth stone disintegrated. Ye Yun’s organs contracted rhythmically, ejecting black sludge through his pores. His senses sharpened as condensed spiritual power coursed through refined meridians – a tenfold increase over normal fourth-level breakthroughs.
Body Refinement Stage Four: Refining Organs.
Yet Ye Yun’s power exceeded typical tenfold gains. His eyes flew open as black and white light erupted in his consciousness, streaking through his meridians before vanishing.
Compressed. Concentrated.
Though reduced in volume, every strand of spiritual power now held tenfold potency. Post-black-white-light baptism, he’d already overwhelmed late-stage Refining Organs Liu Daolie. Another tenfold boost might challenge fifth-stage warriors.
"What are these lights?" Ye Yun searched internally but found nothing. The memory remained clear – Demonic Beast Valley’s golden-armored celestial soldiers, the fleeing couple in black and white clothing pausing mid-escape to shoot converging lights into him.
Testing his power, Ye Yun lightly touched the courtyard’s stone table.
Crack!
The slab fractured under casual contact. "Control needs work," he mused, pleased.
Gazing at Heavenly Sword Sect’s mist-veiled main peak, his perspective shifted. Where once he’d yearned to grovel as a disciple, now ambition flared – why kneel below the mountain when he could rival its height?
