The magnitude of Han Yu's infusion was unlike anything most of the disciples had ever seen.

The vortex stretched higher and wider than was normal, pulling Qi from a large radius around him. The sheer spectacle silenced the crowd.

Han Yu felt none of their stares.

His consciousness was still deep within his body, focused entirely on his new core.

The grape-sized crystal pulsed steadily, drawing in the rushing Qi like a hungry beast. Each pulse spread a wave of energy through his meridians, reinforcing them, widening them, and transforming his body to withstand the power of the Core Condensation realm.

Though blood still stained his chest, Han Yu felt no weakness.

On the contrary, strength unlike anything he had ever known was pouring into him with every passing moment. The exhaustion of the past week, the failures, the wasted Qi, the frustration—all of it was worth it for this moment.

Minutes passed, then an hour, as the infusion continued. His Dantian expanded and solidified, the core at its center glowing with brilliance. The once liquid sea of spirit Qi was now fully anchored by this solid foundation, transforming his cultivation entirely.

Outside, the disciples could only watch in awe. Some were envious, others inspired, and a few could not believe what they were seeing. For someone who had only recently reached the peak of the Qi Refining realm to breakthrough in such a fashion was nearly unheard of.

When at last the vortex began to fade and the influx of Qi slowed to a gentle trickle, Han Yu finally opened his eyes. His gaze was calm and steady, yet those who met it felt as if they were staring into the depths of an unfathomable well of power.

He exhaled slowly, releasing the last of the tension in his body.

A faint smile tugged at his lips. He had done it. He had climbed the mountain of the Core Condensation realm and planted his flag firmly on its peak. The path ahead was still long, but this was a milestone that would forever mark his journey.

And though the disciples around him whispered and speculated, Han Yu only thought of one thing. This was just the beginning.

For the moment the fabric of Han Yu's cultivation tent had burst apart and the isolating formations shattered, the atmosphere of the camp had shifted entirely. Spirit Qi waves rolled out in all directions, sweeping over the training grounds like the tide of an ocean crashing onto the shore.

Disciples nearby turned their heads instinctively, their eyes widening as they felt the sudden weight of pressure settle on their shoulders. Those with weaker cultivation staggered back a few steps, unable to hold their ground, while those at higher stages steadied themselves and stared at the source with awe.

Whispers broke out immediately, quick and sharp like sparks on dry tinder.

"Who is breaking through with such force?"

"Could it be one of the Legacy Disciples or the Personal Disciples of the Peak?"

"No, the elders would have prepared a proper cultivation chamber for them. besides, there is no Legacy Disciple on this expedition in the first place. This… this came from one of the standard tents."

As the realization set in, more disciples came rushing from every corner of the camp.

The scene was too striking to ignore.

A vortex of atmospheric spirit Qi spiraled high above, funneling straight into Han Yu as if the heavens themselves had chosen him for favor. Even the elders, who usually kept their composure and showed little outward expression, exchanged glances of surprise.

Among the first to arrive at the scene was Xuan Qing.

She had already finished her own breakthrough several days ago and had returned to her duties, but the sheer magnitude of the disturbance had caught her attention. She had assumed it was perhaps a senior disciple or even one of the elders cultivating something special, but when she saw the figure at the center of the storm, her steps faltered.

"Han Yu?" she whispered, her expression shifting from curiosity to astonishment.

Her mind raced back to the days when she had first dragged him into the sect against his will. At the time, he had seemed stubborn, irritating, and far too reckless. Yet now, the young man who sat with bloodied lips and torn robes radiated a strength that none could deny.

She could scarcely believe that the one causing such a sensation was the same person she had once viewed as a burden.

Hot on her heels were Wu Shuan and Fatty Kui, who had both been resting in their own tents when the disturbance broke out. Wu Shuan, who had quietly achieved his own breakthrough into the Core Condensation realm only two days prior, felt his heart skip a beat as he approached.

His spirit sense immediately told him something unusual.

He frowned slightly, muttering under his breath, "This pressure… it is far too strong."

Fatty Kui, still panting from his hurried steps, clutched his belly and gawked. "Brother Yu really knows how to cause a scene. My own tent nearly flew apart, and I was nowhere near him!"

The difference was plain to Wu Shuan.

Though he and Han Yu now technically stood in the same realm, the waves of spirit Qi rolling from Han Yu's body were easily twice as strong as his own. It was not simply a matter of raw strength, but of density and refinement. Han Yu's breakthrough had carved a chasm of difference between them.

Around them, other disciples pointed and spoke in hushed tones, their astonishment impossible to hide.

"I thought he was just another outer sect disciple who rose quickly. To think he could cause such a breakthrough…"

"That vortex, it is much larger than normal. How much Qi is he drawing in?"

"Is this what it means to have Indigo Rank talent? No wonder the elders look at him differently."

The murmurs grew into louder discussion as Elder Qing himself approached, his robe sleeves fluttering slightly in the aftermath of the Qi storm.

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