Chapter 46: Reporting Back to the Sect — A Shocking Ten Thousand Alchemy Chants
Our Discord Server: https://discord.gg/PazjBDkTmW
You can buy coins here to unlock advanced chapters: https://gravitytales.com/coins-purchase-page/
Impossible.
Absolutely impossible.
The six elders all had the same thought as they turned once more to look at the Heavenly Stairway.
They must have gained greater opportunities inside the trial, which was why they were taking so long.
They had to come out eventually!
Yu Xian, however, paid them no mind.
He was genuinely focused on cultivation.
The difference between high-grade and low-grade wood spiritual roots was tremendous.
His newly advanced root now gleamed like jade, exuding a verdant glow.
Every time it absorbed spiritual energy from the world and condensed it into liquid spirit energy for his dantian and qi sea, it was three times denser than before!
This was the stark divide in innate talent.
Even with the same type of root, a low-grade cultivator simply couldn’t compare to someone with a high-grade one.
Let alone those with superior, perfect, or even divine spiritual roots.
The gap between genius and mediocrity wasn’t something that effort alone could bridge.
It had to be fought for—by staking one’s life, or plotted for—with cunning and schemes.
Within his qi sea, the upgrade in his spiritual root had enhanced it immensely.
His original two-zhang qi sea had expanded to two and a half zhang within just three days before stabilizing.
Though his fake Foundation Establishment cultivation from the illusion was now gone, the spiritual root and physical improvements were real.
How could he not be thrilled?
Now he just needed to continue cultivating diligently and strive to condense mercury-like qi, to step into late-stage Qi Condensation.
He activated the Ten-Thousand-Year Spring Wood Technique, continuously absorbing and transforming wood-elemental qi into liquid drops that trickled into his sea of qi.
Grain by grain builds a mountain. Drop by drop forms an ocean.
Unknowingly, another seven days passed.
And by then, the six elders had completely lost hope.
There was no way it should take this long…
Only one possibility remained—of the 48 disciples sent into the Immortal Ascension Realm…
Only one came back alive.
Once more, all six turned to look at Yu Xian.
This kid was clearly hardworking—ten days straight of cultivation, only pausing briefly for fasting pills and spiritual water.
But—talent was talent. There was no changing that.
Forty-eight disciples.
And the only survivor… was this nobody.
The Immortal Ascension Realm was becoming more and more unreliable.
“Forget it.”
Grand Elder Pang Xiaoshi of the Puppet Spirit Sect sighed.
“It seems they all perished inside. This trial had an unusually low number of participants. I had a bad feeling from the start… but to think, nearly every sect lost all their disciples…”
Red Peony of Medicine King Valley pursed her lips, a trace of sorrow in her beautiful eyes.
So many promising talents were lost.
Especially her own cherished disciple, Lian Cao, whose high-grade water spiritual root and remarkable alchemy aptitude had shown such promise.
Why did she insist on bringing her to this trial?
Now… she was dead.
The other elders also bore expressions of regret, depression, and helplessness.
Even Song Xingtian could only sigh.
Four of his top disciples, including his favored Liu Qinghe, were now gone.
The only one to return was this useless Yu Xian.
He’d rather none came back at all.
“Let’s go. If the next Ascension Trial still has so few participants, my Puppet Spirit Sect will no longer attend.
There’s something seriously wrong with that place—it’s starting to eat people alive,” Pang Xiaoshi said.
He raised his hand, summoning a massive puppet flood dragon.
He leapt onto its head and flew off without looking back.
“What he said is true,” said Yi Linfeng of the Profound Heaven Sect.
“It’s been over two thousand years since the Ascension Realm was discovered, and the death toll keeps increasing with every cycle.
When the moon waxes full, it’s bound to wane. This place has reached its limit. Sending disciples in is sending them to die.”
He stepped onto the clouds and soared away as well.
“Let’s go.”
The other elders said nothing more.
Each took flight, riding swords or casting spells, vanishing into the sky.
In moments, only Song Xingtian and Yu Xian remained.
Though White Cloud Sect was now the only sect with a surviving disciple, and thus the “biggest winner,”
Song Xingtian felt no joy.
He gave Yu Xian a cold look.
“Lucky brat. Let’s go.”
Yu Xian immediately opened his eyes and stood up, quickly moving to Song Xingtian’s side and standing respectfully.
“Heaven is unfair. It really does envy the talented,” Song Xingtian muttered.
If only Liu Qinghe had survived instead…
With a sigh, he waved his hand, and a massive yellow gourd appeared before them.
Yu Xian said nothing to Song Xingtian’s complaint.
Nor did he show any strange reaction.
He simply followed his elder obediently onto the gourd.
That only made Song Xingtian more irritated.
What a useless brat. Not even a hint of defiance or backbone!
Shaking his head, he stomped lightly, sending the gourd flying into the air, heading back to the sect.
The Immortal Ascension Island fell silent, with only birds and beasts remaining.
But just an hour later, the island went deathly quiet.
All the creatures—whether beast or bird—sensed a terrifying presence.
They cowered, flattened themselves against the ground—
Then exploded into pools of blood.
The blood, as if sentient, writhed and flowed…
All of it began converging toward the central mountain.
The return to White Cloud Sect was uneventful.
Though Song Xingtian was upset, he didn’t attack Yu Xian.
They arrived after a day of travel.
Without a word, Song Xingtian tossed Yu Xian back into the outer sect area and coldly returned to his inner peak.
Yu Xian finally exhaled deeply, standing in the outer sect square with a wide smile.
He turned and happily made his way toward the Alchemy Hall.
The hall was as bustling as ever, and Yu Xian quickly noticed many unfamiliar, younger faces.
Clearly, the sect had recruited a new batch of outer disciples during his three-month absence.
“Senior Brother Yu!”
“Junior Brother Yu! It’s been three months—you must’ve been in closed-door cultivation, right?”
“Senior Brother Yu, I can’t seem to refine the spirit essence properly. Can you teach me?”
“Hey, isn’t that Junior Brother Yu? After three months, did you learn new techniques from Master Fang?”
Male and female disciples alike greeted him warmly as he entered the Alchemy Hall.
Yu Xian smiled and responded to each one, not slowing down as he made his way to the inner courtyard.
After four months in the Alchemy Hall before the trial, he hadn’t just learned alchemy—he had also gotten to know nearly everyone.
Plus, as Xiao Wusheng’s personal disciple, he was well-respected—Xiao had even deliberately spread the word about him.
Yu Xian was treated almost like a second-in-command within the Alchemy Hall.
As he entered the inner garden, he slowed his steps, his smile growing more genuine.
He didn’t want to disturb his master if he was refining pills.
He approached silently, peeking toward the open courtyard.
To his relief, Xiao Wusheng was not refining pills at the moment.
Yu Xian grinned, ran into the courtyard, and shouted,
“Master! Master, I’m back!”
“Hm? My disciple?”
A delighted voice came from the house as a figure flashed out into the courtyard.
“Disciple Yu Xian pays respects to Master!”
It had been over three months, but Xiao Wusheng looked unchanged.
Yu Xian, on the other hand, had grown taller and more mature.
Taking three quick steps forward, he knelt down, bowed deeply several times, and beamed at his master.
“I’m back, Master!”
“Good! Good! Good!”
Xiao Wusheng was so happy that even the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes curled up.
He helped Yu Xian up and gave him a thorough look, beaming.
“You’re back, that’s all that matters! You don’t know how worried I was! Most disciples return in a month and a half, but you were gone for over three months and ten days! I nearly thought—bah! Enough nonsense! You’re back, and that’s all that matters!”
Yu Xian nodded apologetically.
“Yes, the trial took longer this time. I worried you, Master.”
“You brat. Come, let’s talk inside.”
Xiao Wusheng ruffled his hair and led him into the house.
After they sat down, Xiao leaned in, voice hushed and excited.
“Tell me—did you ascend?”
The Immortal Ascension Trial was shrouded in mystery. Xiao Wusheng had never participated himself.
He didn’t even qualify to activate an Ascension Token.
He’d only heard rumors that the trial could enhance one’s spiritual roots.
That was why he had worked so hard to get Yu Xian into it.
Yu Xian smiled, poured his master a cup of tea, and nodded.
“Mm! I did. My low-grade wood root was upgraded to a high-grade wood root!”
Crash!
Xiao Wusheng dropped the teacup, which shattered on the floor.
His eyes lit up in stunned joy as he jumped to his feet.
“Really!?”
Yu Xian nodded. “I wouldn’t dare lie to you.”
“Ahhh! Wonderful! Wonderful!!”
Xiao Wusheng pounded his fist into his palm, grinning from ear to ear, like he himself had ascended.
With a high-grade wood root and hard work, along with Xiao’s alchemy support, Yu Xian now had a real shot at Foundation Establishment—and even Golden Core one day!
Seeing his master so overjoyed, Yu Xian couldn’t help but laugh out loud as well.
All his hardships, coldness, and slaughter… none of it mattered at this moment.
He was just a child basking in the pride of his elder.
“By the way, Master.”
After laughing for a while, Yu Xian suddenly remembered something.
He pulled out a worn book and handed it over.
“Please take a look at this.”
“Hm?”
Xiao Wusheng turned to him, puzzled.
Seeing the booklet in Yu Xian’s hands, he frowned curiously and took it.
But the moment he read the title, his face froze.
“This… This is…”
He quickly flipped to the first page—and then stood there in complete shock.
“Could this be the legendary secret manual of the Medicine King Valley… only given to inner disciples and alchemy geniuses—”
“The Ten Thousand Alchemy Chants!?”
