Chapter 490: Chapter 200: The 9 Steps of Cultivation, Deducing the Form

The man was tall, his expression grave. "Ye Yangfeng has already presented the Celestial Dragon True Form Map to Young Master Chi and obtained his Shelter."

"I dared not get closer."

"Heh... Ye Yangfeng, you’ve done well."

A cold sneer echoed from within the carriage. "Truly well done. I went to all this trouble to humor you, yet you gave what is mine to Chiyun Immortal!"

He was laughing.

But everyone nearby couldn’t help but shiver at his words.

"Young Master, what are our next steps?"

The face of the man making the report was pale, but he spoke up nonetheless.

"Lin San, Lin Si."

The carriage curtain was drawn aside, revealing the face of a tall, handsome, and imposing young man.

"We are here."

From among the guards, a man stepped forward. He knelt on the ground beside the messenger, his expression one of utmost reverence.

"You two, take a team to Chishui City and keep an eye on Ye Yangfeng."

Lin Longbai said, his tone indifferent,

"Remember this: you are not to act. Even if he beats you both to death, you are forbidden from fighting back."

"Yes!"

Without a moment’s hesitation, Lin San and Lin Si nodded, rose, and hastily departed with a dozen men.

"Let’s go back."

Lin Longbai waved his hand dismissively and let the curtain fall.

Silently, the six Exotic Beasts pulled the carriage back the way it had come.

The interior of the carriage was exceptionally lavish. Pelts from various high-grade Exotic Beasts carpeted the floor.

A small Incense Burner sent wisps of smoke spiraling into the air, filling the carriage with a unique fragrance.

Then, a woman in sheer silks, her figure graceful and seductive, leaned against Lin Longbai with a soft laugh.

She fed him wine from her own lips. "Second Master," she purred, "you seem quite afraid of that Young Master Chi."

The woman’s breath was as fragrant as an orchid, her voice a gentle whisper. Her fingers slowly trailed across Lin Longbai’s body.

"’One Dragon, one Immortal, one Martial.’ The three of them are hailed as peerless prodigies, the likes of which are seen only once in a millennium."

"That Chiyun Immortal is a prodigy as renowned as my own elder brother. How could I not be afraid?"

Lin Longbai sighed, reclining on the chaise and half-embracing the woman.

"Once his Spiritual Aspect, the Ten Thousand Li Chilong River, manifests... I’m afraid a gentle push from it would be enough to crush me."

The Spiritual Image Realm was a pivotal Realm.

The strength of one’s Spiritual Aspect was inextricably linked to the phenomenon one could condense.

In other words, the choice of this phenomenon determined a Spiritual Aspect’s potential and power.

The phenomenon he had condensed was merely a dragon descendant with some Dragon Blood, whereas Chiyun Immortal’s was the Ten Thousand Li Chilong River.

The gulf between them was too vast to be described in words.

"That’s only for now. If the Second Master’s Spiritual Aspect advances another step, it can transform from a Flood Dragon into a true Dragon, a master of clouds and water. Wouldn’t you be able to overwhelm him then?"

The woman covered her mouth in a light laugh; it seemed she knew a thing or two about Martial Dao cultivation.

"Ah, people do love to hear pleasantries!"

"Yue’Er, you’re spouting nonsense, but I love to hear it. That Ye Yangfeng speaks the truth, yet I despise it. I’ll even have his entire family killed!"

Lin Longbai said with a smile.

But he knew full well.

His Spiritual Aspect could transform from a Flood Dragon into a Dragon, but Chiyun Immortal’s Ten Thousand Li Chilong River stretched from the endless mountains in the west to the vast ocean in the east.

When cultivated to its peak, it could even reflect the sun, moon, and stars.

It was, without a doubt, one of the world’s most supreme Spiritual Aspects!

Even if he could transform his Flood Dragon into a true Dragon, he would be no match for it.

"The Second Master is so decisive and ruthless. I am deeply impressed,"

Yue’Er flattered him deliberately. Seeing a faint blush on Lin Longbai’s face, she spoke in a low voice,

"Chiyun Immortal is as famous as the Eldest Master. He rarely leaves the Taiyi Sect. I wonder what brings him back this time?"

"Haha!"

Lin Longbai laughed. "Yue’Er, if you were to ask anyone else in all of Dinghai City, I’m afraid none of them would know."

"But as it happens, I do."

"The Second Master’s reach is truly heavenly, your power immense!"

Yue’Er cooed, feeding him another mouthful of wine.

As expected, Lin Longbai said with great smugness,

"The Chilong River connects to the endless mountains in the west, and to the Strange Mountain in the south."

"It is said that deep within the Strange Mountain lies a legacy manor left behind by an Ancient Great Power. An Elder from the Taiyi Sect divined its existence."

"That’s why they dispatched Chiyun Immortal..."

His words trailed off.

Seemingly overcome by the Spirit Wine, Lin Longbai collapsed onto the chaise, falling into a deep sleep.

’A legacy manor from an Ancient Great Power?’

The woman, Yue’Er, slowly rose. She wiped the corner of her mouth, a glint in her eye.

The title "Great Power" was not something just anyone could claim.

In the entire world today, the only ones who could be called Great Powers were the Sect Leaders and patriarchs of the Major Sects and Holy Lands.

Moreover, even the Sect Leaders of some Major Sects wouldn’t dare call themselves a Great Power.

The value of a legacy manor left behind by such an existence was, naturally, beyond measure.

She glanced at the deeply sleeping Lin Longbai, unafraid of him waking up.

After all, she had scraped a bit of powder from a Drunken Immortal Pill, a secret concoction of her sect, and mixed it into his wine.

Never mind Lin Longbai; she was confident it could knock out even Chiyun Immortal himself, leaving him unable to wake for some time.

This was because the Drunken Immortal Pill was an Elixir specially concocted by an old senior of her Destruction Dao during the Ancient Era, for the express purpose of capturing an Ancient Immortal Dragon.

"You’re getting off easy."

Yue’Er shot Lin Longbai a hateful glare, her eyes flashing with malice.

The Drunken Immortal Pill wasn’t a poison; in fact, it could be considered a powerful tonic. She naturally felt the sting of having wasted it on the likes of Lin Longbai.

’I have to report this to the sect...’ she mused.

She then reached for her waist, produced a silver Jade Mirror, and tapped it lightly.

A ripple of light, like water, flashed across its surface.

Then, the image of a dark cave appeared.

Within the gloomy cave, a figure in black sat cross-legged, utterly inconspicuous.

Rou Yue glanced at the image and her body trembled violently. "S-Senior Brother Mu?"

"COUGH! COUGH!"

From the darkness came Mu Wuqing’s voice. "You... Who are you?"

"It’s Rou Yue, your junior sister! S-Senior Brother Mu... are you injured?"

Rou Yue’s expression changed drastically.

Mu Wuqing was one of the True Disciples of the Destruction Dao.

His strength was immense, and his methods were utterly ruthless. He was known as a fierce character among the younger generation.

’Who could possibly have injured him?’

"If you have any Healing Elixirs, bring them to me at once!"

Mu Wuqing’s voice vanished, and the light on the Jade Mirror faded just as quickly.

’Bring him Healing Elixirs...’

Rou Yue hesitated.

The Destruction Dao may be a Demon Sect, but even Demon Sects have their rules.

Knowingly abandoning a sect member in peril was a serious transgression.

After a moment’s hesitation, she glanced at Lin Longbai, calculated how long he would remain unconscious, then with a slight twist, she vanished silently out the carriage window.

The very instant Rou Yue disappeared, Lin Longbai—the man she believed to be sound asleep—suddenly sat up, a cold, cruel smile gracing his lips.

"Sword Slave," he said softly.

Before the words had even faded, a figure was standing before him.

The figure was masked and robed in black, with only a pair of eyes showing—eyes as narrow as blades, their gaze cold, sharp, and fierce.

"You heard all that?"

Lin Longbai asked faintly.

There wasn’t the slightest hint of drunkenness about him.

"I heard. The Second Young Master has done well."

The black-robed Sword Slave nodded slightly. "This old servant will report what happened here to the Master."

"Mm."

Lin Longbai rubbed the bridge of his nose.

Rou Yue’s drug was no counterfeit; his head was still throbbing faintly.

If he hadn’t been prepared, he likely would have fallen right into her trap.

The Sword Slave was about to depart when he paused and asked, "The Second Young Master mentioned a Great Power Cave Mansion in the Strange Mountain. May I ask where you heard of this?"

"Hahaha!"

Lin Longbai roared with laughter. "If I hadn’t been afraid she wouldn’t believe me, I’d have told her it was a Prince’s cave mansion in that Strange Mountain!"

In the Ancient Era, experts whose Cultivation reached a certain Realm could be ennobled as a Prince by the Celestial Venerable of that age.

But the gap between a Prince and a Great Power was vast beyond compare.

The Sword Slave chuckled, then vanished from the carriage.

...

RUSTLE! RUSTLE!

「In a small courtyard in Chishui City, near the bustling market.」

Su Bai lounged in a rocking chair, flipping through the intelligence reports he had gathered.

The first thing to catch his eye was a primer on the Martial Dao.

This world’s Martial Dao cultivation was divided into Nine Steps.

Refining Form, Casting Platform, Spiritual Aspect, Melting Furnace, Golden Body, Manifested Saint, Grotto Heaven, Divine Venerable, and Immortal!

The gap between each Realm was immense.

The Refining Form step was the true beginning of one’s cultivation journey.

Upon reaching this stage, regardless of the form one refined, they would possess, at a minimum, the strength of nine bulls and two tigers.

And this was only the very beginning of cultivation.

Ye Yangfeng, for instance, had refined the form of the Twelve Fire Dragons.

Upon reaching the Perfection stage of his cultivation, he possessed the might of twelve Flood Dragons. His Physique was so powerful he could uproot mountains.

To an ordinary person, the form Ye Yangfeng had refined was exceedingly good, but Su Bai clearly thought otherwise.

’The Nine Steps of cultivation... The first step is Refining Form...’

’An interesting Cultivation Method, indeed.’

He murmured to himself, his eyes on Ye Yangfeng, who was now practicing a Fist Technique, his limbs having recovered.

’Perhaps I can try my hand at deducing a thing or two...’

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