Chapter 121 - 118 Great Success

Chapter 121: Chapter 118 Great SuccessIn the mist-shrouded depths of the Yang Yuan Pond, a clump of firelight seemed exceptionally dazzling. Yet, amidst the terrifying pressure of these depths, only the brightness of the fire periodically emitted waves of patterns that dispersed the darkness a little. Within that ten-zhang-wide flame, one could vaguely make out a figure seated cross-legged. Around it, the dense Yang Gang energy flowed like fire pythons into the tiny whirlwinds and continuously infused the figure with energy. A faint rustling sound softly arose. As one’s gaze penetrated the heart of the flames, the figure gradually became clear—wrapped in silver light, with fine strands of black dots being squeezed out of its body. These were impurities, which, under the purifying forge of the Yang Gang energy, were being cleansed away. Since Ye Xuan had first entered the Yang Yuan Pond, five days had passed. Over these five days, the Yang Gang energy swirling around Ye Xuan grew increasingly intense, and the accompanying pressure was now more than ten times greater than at the beginning. If this persisted, the surrounding Yang Gang energy would surely reach an even more terrifying level. By then, even he might not be able to hold on any longer. However, during these five days of cultivation, the benefits Ye Xuan reaped were enormous. His body had become much tougher under the days of hammering. Impurities in his meridians and flesh had been removed, leaving behind a more perfect body. What’s more important, the True Qi within Ye Xuan had become much more robust after these five days of cultivation. With the infusion of Yang Gang energy, his True Qi seemed to mix with a hint of scorching air. In his Dantian, the True Qi Seed had expanded by nearly a full circle, emitting unstable fluctuations. A red hue flowed over the surface of the True Qi Seed, which continued to grow stronger with each surge of True Qi. Such growth was clearly noticed by Ye Xuan, who believed that it wouldn’t take long for the True Qi Seed to undergo transformation, and when the time came, advancing to the Seventh Grade would just be a matter of course. Just like that, another three days went by. Outside the Yang Yuan Pond, the figures of people like Murong Yun still waited, and as of this day, their expressions finally began to change. "Eight days..." Feng Yuan’s face showed a trace of emotion. In this cohort of disciples, only one had managed to cultivate in the Yang Yuan Pond for such a long time, and that was the current top disciple of Yang Hall. Unexpectedly, Ye Xuan, merely a newcomer, had reached this level... At least in terms of potential, Ye Xuan could now be said to be second to none compared to any disciple of Yang Hall. Even the three elders of Yang Hall, including Shen Hong, now looked somewhat solemn. If they had harbored any resistance to letting Ye Xuan enter the Yang Yuan Pond before, that trace of resistance had now completely vanished. Ye Xuan had proven his potential—he had every right to enter the Yang Yuan Pond, more than anyone else. "Just one more day, and a new record for this cohort of disciples will be set," Murong Yun said with a faint smile, seemingly unsurprised by the outcome. Of course, the most important point was that after persisting for eight days, there was still no sign that Ye Xuan was about to break out of the pond. It seemed he could continue to hold on. But how much longer could he endure? Perhaps only Ye Xuan down at the bottom of the pond knew, or maybe even he did not. "Four more days, and he will have matched your record," Feng Yuan turned his head to say with a smile. "It’s easy to say, but each day in the Yang Yuan Pond is harder than the last. Whether he can hold on depends on his own strength. Frankly, I would be delighted if this kid could truly astonish me..." A glint of light flashed in Murong Yun’s eyes as he spoke indifferently. Hearing this, Feng Yuan’s pupils slightly constricted. He certainly understood what Murong Yun was looking forward to, but achieving that as a newcomer might be far too challenging... ... Time trickled by, and atop Jade Sun Peak, the atmosphere remained silent. Yet, if the events here were to spread, they would surely cause an uproar within Yang Hall, even throughout the entire Heavenly Martial Hall. A newcomer, a mere three days after joining, had cultivated in the Yang Yuan Pond for eight days, surpassing the current top disciple of Yang Hall. The impact of such news was obviously significant. But today’s events were destined to spread, unable to be concealed. As time went on, the concentration of Yang Gang energy at the bottom of the pond became denser, and the pressure, after accumulating for so long, had become incredibly terrifying. At this point, even a Half-step Martial Sect could hardly hold on for much longer. Ten days had passed since Ye Xuan had first entered the Yang Yuan Pond; even he didn’t realize that so much time had elapsed unconsciously. At this time, Ye Xuan’s body was covered with dried, cracked bloodstains. Though he was bearing tremendous pressure and had absorbed energy for ten days continuously, by the eleventh day, the fluctuations around Ye Xuan finally began to grow chaotic. "The time has finally come!" After a continuous eleven-day buildup, Ye Xuan had finally reached the critical point of his cultivation. An ordinary person, upon absorbing such a tremendous amount of power, would likely have advanced by now. However, due to his practice of the Divine Grade Cultivation Technique, the robustness of the True Qi in his body was beyond what any ordinary person could compare with; thus, he required even more energy. His body seemed like a bottomless pit, capable of absorbing several times more Yang Gang energy than others. Whoosh! A sharp gleam flashed in Ye Xuan’s eyes as he let down his body’s defenses, allowing the massive Yang Gang energy swirling around him to crash down upon him fiercely. The next moment, a True Qi vortex appeared at his Dantian, like a black hole crazily absorbing the highly dense Yang Gang energy, rushing into his Dantian like an angry dragon. Once the vast torrent of energy entered the Dantian, it was absorbed by the True Qi Seed that was flickering intensely. With such a potent energy supply, the initially unstable True Qi Seed quickly stabilized, forming an increasingly solid sphere of light, suspended in the center of the Dantian. "It’s done." The moment that the True Qi Seed stabilized, it became visibly larger and more vibrant than before. At this point, Ye Xuan’s True Qi Seed in the Dantian appeared very refined; one more step and it would break the seed to form a Golden Core. When the Golden Core condensed, that would be the day Ye Xuan stepped into the ranks of the Martial Sect. Even now, a mere punch from him could match the force of a thousand galloping horses. This power was many times stronger than that of an ordinary Seventh Grade Martial Master. "With so much Yang Gang energy, it would be too regrettable to leave now. As long as I can still endure, I might as well continue to cultivate here and use this energy to solidify my realm." After advancing, Ye Xuan felt his strength soar. It was rare to have a chance to enter the Yang Yuan Pond; leaving and wishing to return would be difficult. Besides, the Yang Gang energy here was limited; after his entering this time, it would likely take quite a long time to recover. Seizing the opportunity of his advancement, Ye Xuan decided to stay. After his successful breakthrough, the redness surrounding him had already faded significantly. With his current absorption rate, the Yang Gang energy around seemed somewhat insufficient, leading to a diminishing and lengthening situation. After a period of intense fluctuations, the depths of the Yang Yuan Pond once again sank into silence. "It has been fifteen days..." Standing on the platform beside the Yang Yuan Pond, Feng Yuan couldn’t help but give a wry smile. Fifteen whole days that Ye Xuan had stayed in the Yang Yuan Pond; his time was about twice that of this batch of disciples, even surpassing Murong Yun, who had been overtaken by Ye Xuan. This achievement was undoubtedly somewhat unbelievable to them, especially since Ye Xuan was just a newcomer... "This kid, it’s been half a month, and there’s still no sign of him coming out. He wouldn’t be planning to completely deplete all the Yang Gang energy here, would he?" Murong Yun’s face twitched involuntarily. Ye Xuan had been cultivating in the Yang Yuan Pond for half a month, even exceeding his expectations. If it weren’t for the faint signs of life still emanating from the depths of the pond, Murong Yun might have thought that something had happened to Ye Xuan inside. "Deplete it completely? This kid couldn’t be that crazy, right?" Feng Yuan was taken aback and then his expression brightened. Since they of the Yang Hall discovered the Yang Yuan Pond, it seemed like no predecessor had ever exhausted the Yang Gang energy within the pond. "Who knows how big an appetite that freak has. If this kid doesn’t meet my expectations after coming out, I won’t be polite to him." Murong Yun’s expression turned slightly ugly. Now he was starting to feel some pangs of regret; the Yang Yuan Pond had been incapacitated for five years after his twelve-day stay. If Ye Xuan truly drained the Yang Gang energy of the pond, they might face at least a decade before it could be used again. That would be a substantial loss for his Yang Hall. If they could not make a good return on their investment with Ye Xuan, that would be a huge loss for them. Whoosh, whoosh... Just as Murong Yun was looking somewhat displeased, the Yang Yuan Pond, which had been silent for a while, finally began to stir. A whirlpool-like passage opened up at the center, and a shocking wave burst forth, disturbing the winds and clouds. "He’s finally out!" Feng Yuan and the others all looked towards the vortex passage at the same time, with Murong Yun staring intently at the depths of the passage. Swoosh! In the blink of an eye, a figure enshrouded in red light suddenly burst from the whirlpool passage, then rushed out, stepping on the waves, and appeared before everyone. "The realm of a Seventh Grade Martial Master..." Feeling the strong aura emanating from the figure in red light, in the next moment, a smile began to curl at the corner of Murong Yun’s mouth.