Harvest of One Hundred Thousand Years
At this mont, Leon had already returned to his room.
The wooden door closed behind him with a soft sound.
The chamber was quiet. Sunlight filtered through the paper windows, painting pale golden lines across the floor. Dust motes drifted slowly through the light like tiny floating stars.
Leon stood still for a mont.
Then he spoke calmly.
"System..."
A familiar chanical voice echoed imdiately in his mind.
[Ding...]
[You imparted one thousand years of cultivation to your student, triggering a Critical Hit Return.]
[Activate?]
Leon’s lips slowly curled upward.
That expression—
half calm, half sly.
"Activate."
A glint of anticipation flashed in his purple eyes.
For a brief mont, the room felt strangely quiet.
Then—
[Congratulations.]
[You triggered a one hundred tis critical strike.]
[You obtained one hundred thousand years of cultivation.]
Leon froze.
Then his eyes widened slightly.
"A hundred thousand years!!!"
For a mont even he couldn’t maintain his usual calm.
"Oh... good, good."
"Not bad."
"Not bad at all..."
A laugh escaped him.
His mood instantly brightened.
It felt like a farr harvesting an absurdly rich crop.
He rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
"So much wool from one sheep..."
He chuckled softly.
"I didn’t raise this student for nothing."
Just a few days earlier, Leon had already broken through to the mid-stage Sage Realm.
With this hundred thousand years of cultivation, he should at least reach the late-stage Sage Realm.
Maybe even more.
Of course—
Breaking into the Pinnacle Realm was still unrealistic for now.
Leon understood his own limits.
Cultivation wasn’t just about power.
It required ntal state.
Understanding.
Principal comprehension.
If he advanced too quickly, his foundation could collapse.
And that would ruin everything.
Leon shook his head lightly.
"Let’s not dream too far ahead."
He stretched his shoulders slightly.
Then he sat cross-legged on the bed.
His expression turned mischievous again.
"Co on."
"I’m ready."
"Destroy however you like."
The mont his words fell—
The system reacted.
A terrifying torrent of energy exploded into his body.
Like a ferocious ancient beast crashing into his ridians.
"F*ck!"
Leon couldn’t stop himself from shouting.
Even though he had prepared ntally—
This impact was brutal.
The hundred thousand years of cultivation surged through his ridians instantly.
His veins expanded.
His skin flushed red.
Steam seed to rise from his body as if countless ants were crawling beneath his skin.
The pressure was imnse.
Leon clenched his teeth.
"Suppress..."
Golden light suddenly erupted from his body.
A mysterious rune appeared over his chest.
The Pri Dragon Bone Rune.
Its golden power spread through his body like blazing sunlight.
The violent energy gradually began to calm.
Leon imdiately seized the opportunity.
He circulated the Purple Mist Mana Sutra.
His ridians opened wide.
Absorbing.
Refining.
Condensing.
The terrifying power was gradually drawn into his spiritual core.
Ti passed silently.
Day turned into night.
Night returned to morning.
Leon remained inside his room without moving.
Outside, the bamboo leaves swayed gently in the wind.
Three days passed in silence.
Finally—
On the third day.
Leon slowly exhaled.
"Phew..."
A soft breath escaped his lips.
At that mont—
A burst of golden light exploded from his body.
The aura that spread from his room was terrifying.
The surrounding air trembled.
The bamboo forest outside rustled violently.
The aura of a late-stage Sage Realm cultivator filled the entire area.
Leon slowly opened his eyes.
His pupils looked deeper than before.
A faint immortal aura surrounded him.
His temperant had changed again.
More mysterious.
More imposing.
He was now only one step away from the Pinnacle Realm.
The legendary realm.
Once his ntal state caught up—
His cultivation would reach its peak.
And his strength would stand on equal footing with Mike.
But to step into the Pinnacle Realm—
He needed to comprehend the Principal deeper.
He needed to form his second Principal Flower.
Leon rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
"There might be a shortcut..."
But it required extrely rare treasures.
Immortal-grade pills.
Immortal herbs.
Immortal dicines.
Unfortunately—
He had none of those.
Leon sighed lightly.
"Forget it."
"For now."
Even so—
Reaching late-stage Sage Realm in such a short ti was already incredible.
Leon stood up slowly.
His joints cracked softly.
"Ah..."
"How comfortable."
After several days of cultivation, his body felt refreshed.
He pushed the door open.
Bright sunlight poured into the room.
Outside—
The scenery was peaceful and beautiful.
The training hall on the northern side of the mountain had almost been completely rebuilt.
Leon could see workers moving materials.
Harry Taylor had been supervising the construction these past few days.
The repairs were progressing quickly.
Leon watched for a mont.
He nodded slightly.
The Taylor family had spared no expense.
Whatever materials were needed—
They provided them imdiately.
Money ant nothing to them if it pleased Leon.
Leon felt quite satisfied.
The Taylor family had now fallen under his protection.
In the past—
Leon wouldn’t casually promise protection to any family.
But now—
He had the strength.
Breaking into the Pinnacle Realm was only a matter of ti.
Protecting a small mortal household was trivial.
And honestly—
There were benefits.
Leon folded his arms behind his back.
Most division leaders within Celestis Academy had powerful families supporting them.
Their students ca from those families.
Those connections ensured endless resources.
Money.
Treasures.
Cultivation materials.
But Athyst Summit Division had always been poor.
The mountain had been nearly empty.
Leon sighed.
"That won’t work."
"For the future of Athyst Summit Division..."
He would have to build relationships with mortal families.
The Taylor family—
Would be his first experint.
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