Yuxian

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Yu Xian opened his eyes, joy flickering in their depths.

After four years of cultivation, he had finally reached the peak of the Qi Condensation stage.

As for Foundation Establishment—he still needed to wait until his Qi Sea’s nascent platform was fully stabilized and resonated with the laws of heaven and earth.

Only then could he construct his Foundation by drawing upon those natural laws.

Of course, if one couldn’t sense the natural order for a long time, then consuming a Foundation Establishment Pill could forcibly trigger the resonance to build a foundation.

Genius cultivators with outstanding talent and comprehension didn’t need to rely on pills—they could naturally form their foundations.

But such geniuses were exceedingly rare.

Most people in this world were ordinary.

Only through relentless struggle, effort, and pushing themselves to the limit could they hope to catch up with those gifted ones—perhaps even surpass them.

Exhaling a deep breath of turbid air, Yu Xian didn’t stop there.

Though reaching Qi Condensation’s peak was a milestone, it was but the first small step on his path to true cultivation.

A brief moment of joy was enough—there was still much to do.

He raised his hand and changed his cultivation technique.

Within his body, his 1.08 billion acupoints hadn’t been refined for three days—already accumulating impurities and showing signs of fracturing.

This was the downside of the Grand Pellet Body Tempering Art.

Once stopped, even temporarily, backlash would soon follow.

A searing heat surged across his body, and within moments, sweat beaded his forehead.

His body trembled slightly—no matter how many times he endured this, the pain was always unbearable.

Perhaps in the future, once stronger, he could temper his body without flinching—but not yet.

Time passed.

After about an hour, Yu Xian’s entire body was soaked as if fished out of a river.

The accumulated impurities were burned out once again, and the slight fractures in his acupoints had healed.

However, his physical strength hadn’t notably improved.

He still didn’t know how long it would take to break through the first level of the Grand Pellet Body Tempering Art—Condensing the Pellet Body.

He recalled the entire technique consisted of nine realms:

Pellet Body Condensation
Minor Pellet Body
Major Pellet Body
Great Celestial Pellet
Supreme Furnace
Infernal Realm
Heaven and Earth Infernal Realm
Primordial Infernal Realm
Eternal Chaos Realm

From the fourth realm onward, Yu Xian couldn’t understand anything—not even the theory.

But judging by the names, they were no doubt immensely powerful.

For now, even just reaching the first realm seemed far off.

He didn’t even know what the Condensed Pellet Body could do.

Still, judging by his current strength, his full-force punch was about equal to a mid- or late-stage Qi Condensation spell. That was already terrifying.

Letting out a long breath, Yu Xian stood up.

The bed was drenched with sweat, but that couldn’t be helped.

He used a cleansing spell to clean his body—no need to ask the innkeeper to bring hot water.

After changing into fresh clothes, Yu Xian looked refreshed. He opened the door and headed downstairs.

Two hours had passed since he began cultivating. Now it was noon.

Though no one had come for him, Yu Xian had no intention of waiting around.

He was leaving.

With his current cultivation at the peak of Qi Condensation, plus his Bi Ling Sword, Spirit Shield, and many powerful talismans, even a Foundation Establishment cultivator would not easily threaten him.

He didn’t want to kill—but if others forced his hand, he wouldn’t hesitate.

He left the inn.

The spies watching him all stood up and followed—one even sent a spell-based transmission.

Yu Xian ignored them. Since they were already tailing him, there was no need to waste time buying a horse.

He headed straight for the south gate.

As for the group trailing him—and their growing number—he paid them no attention.

“Oh? He’s heading to the south gate directly? Leaving already? But that’s not even the direction of the Heavenly Origin Sword Sect…”

Inside a tavern, Zhang Yuxing chuckled after hearing his subordinate’s report.

He pushed aside the half-dressed beauty beside him and grinned:

“Trying to fake us out? Too green! A fish already in the net… can’t escape now. Let’s go bring him back—and turn him into an armored corpse.”

With a laugh, he stepped out.

As a major city, Tianhe County’s capital was vast—several dozen li in each direction with four city gates.

It took Yu Xian half an hour to reach the south gate by foot.

By then, over thirty cultivators were openly following him.

And outside the gate, a dozen more loitered in key positions. Even flying away would not help—he was surrounded.

The city guards had all mysteriously disappeared.

Yu Xian finally stopped and turned back.

He scanned the crowd—men of all ages, none younger than thirty. Their gazes were filled with cruelty, disdain, bloodlust.

They no longer bothered hiding their intent.

“Does everyone have business with me?”

Yu Xian asked calmly.

“Why so eager to leave, Friend Xu?”

Zhang Yuxing emerged from the group, waving his folding fan with a smile.

“We hit it off yesterday, didn’t we? Why not visit my Rain Mountain Temple for a while and enjoy some proper hospitality?”

“I don’t have the time.”

Yu Xian replied coldly.

“Tell your people to move. I’m in a hurry.”

Zhang Yuxing burst into laughter:

“You’re really naive! Let me give you two options—either come with me, or I’ll take you by force.”

Yu Xian looked at him, nodded slightly, and flipped his hand.

A spiritual stone appeared and landed by Zhang Yuxing’s feet.

“This stone is worth far more than thirty taels of silver. Consider the debt repaid.”

Zhang Yuxing was confused.

“Is this kid an idiot? What’s he talking about?”

The next moment—

CLANG!

A deafening sword cry tore through the air!

The Bi Ling Sword flared with brilliant light and, powered by Yu Xian’s peak Qi Condensation cultivation and sword arts, shot straight at Zhang Yuxing’s forehead.

“AH!?”

Zhang Yuxing screamed in panic.

A glow burst from his body—his tier-three defensive artifact activating.

But it was instantly pierced.

The sword didn’t stop—it drove clean through Zhang Yuxing’s head, then returned to Yu Xian’s side.

Zhang Yuxing’s eyes widened in disbelief, his mouth hung open as he fell backward.

A gaping hole bored through his brow and skull—blood and brain matter flowed out.

Yu Xian looked down at him and said calmly:

“I don’t like owing people. Especially not people like you.”

Dead silence.

Dozens of Rain Mountain Temple cultivators stared at Zhang Yuxing’s corpse—and at the cold, sword-wielding Yu Xian—dumbfounded.

“The young temple lord… is dead!?”

“What do we do now?!”

Yu Xian raised two fingers—the Bi Ling Sword hissed again.

“I’ll say it once.”

His voice was like winter frost.

“Move.”

The dozen cultivators blocking the path scattered in panic.

If this cold-faced young swordsman could kill Zhang Yuxing with a single blow, what chance did they have?

Yu Xian stepped forward, performed the Soaring Cloud Art, and shot into the forest, flying swiftly to the south.

“The young temple lord is dead! What do we do!?”

“Report to the temple master—quick!”

“Yes! With his Foundation Establishment cultivation, he’ll surely avenge his son!”

A chorus of panic broke out behind him.

Dozens of Rain Mountain Temple cultivators ran around like headless flies before rushing back into the city.

Yu Xian, meanwhile, raced through the forest.

Using the sun to keep his bearing, he flew like lightning, much faster than before he reached peak Qi Condensation.

In just half a day, he had flown over 400 li before descending to rest on a large rock.

The sun was setting, the wilderness quiet.

He meditated, restored energy, and contemplated his journey ahead.

To reach White Cloud Sect, he needed to pass through twenty-plus kingdoms, including the territories of Xuantian Sect and Puppet Spirit Sect.

If only he had higher cultivation—Golden Core stage and a life-bound artifact—he could soar through the sky like a meteor.

Traveling millions of li would be no issue.

“To ride the morning winds to the Northern Sea, and by dusk reach Cangwu…”

Or… if only he had a Ten-Thousand-Mile Crane!

Then he could return within a month.

Sighing softly, Yu Xian ended his thoughts.

He needed to rest—then continue his journey.

The sun dipped below the horizon. There was no moon.

Dark clouds blanketed the sky.

A storm was coming.

Yu Xian looked up and sighed.

Flying in the rain… especially through thunderstorms… was dangerous.

Even Nascent Soul cultivators could be felled by true Heavenly Lightning.

(Though Heavenly Lightning and Heavenly Tribulation are different things—they shouldn’t be confused.)

Once he felt well enough, Yu Xian left the rock and continued his journey.

He didn’t use flight techniques—instead, he ran through the mountains and forests using his body, like a wild beast. His speed was still considerable.

BOOM!

Thunder rolled across the heavens. A dragon-shaped bolt of lightning tore through the clouds.

Then, the rain came—torrential and wild.

Yu Xian sprinted through the forest. Suddenly, his steps slowed.

He sensed it.

A sinister aura—not human, but evil and corrupt—filled the land.