After leaving ilin's office, Qingyi had a brief chat with old Tianxu before leaving.
He walked around the city until he found a cultivation pavilion with links to the Five Colors Pavilion, sothing that wasn't too difficult.
He specifically sought out this location because, as a talent recognized by the pavilion, he was entitled to five free days in low-level cultivation halls per month, a benefit his wallet certainly appreciated.
Presenting the token he had received from ilin, Qingyi followed the attendant to his cultivation room, similar to those in Mortal Heaven.
Black walls, illuminated by blue Qi crystals.
The only difference was the density of Qi. What had once seed miserable to his mortal-level spirit root was now simply suffocating.
Sitting cross-legged, Qingyi glanced at his status screen.
[Na: Long Qingyi
Age: 20
Cultivation: Second Stage of the Transcendence Realm (20,000,000 lust points to upgrade)
Affinities: Lightning: 248 - Sword: 257 - Fire: 234 - Ice: 223 - Charm: 1000 (can be upgraded in the lust store)
Spiritual roots: Mortal-level three-colored spirit root (Lightning sword, fire, ice) (1,000,000 lust points to upgrade, new roots can be bought in the lust store).
Lineage: Blood of the Corruption Dragon God (Mortal grade, 100,000,000 lust points to upgrade.)
Constitution: Primordial Dragon Body (Mortal grade, 100,000,000 lust points to upgrade.)
Lust points: 36,250,000]
After pondering for a mont, he focused his gaze on his spiritual roots.
Mortal-level spirit roots were comparable to the ninth level in the Nine Peaks Basin, the lowest of what was considered a genius.
It was decent, enough for a pill capable of improving them to be worth millions, but nothing comparable to the true geniuses of that place.
Without hesitation, he clicked to improve them.
His body was imdiately seized by the usual intense pain of his ridians being torn apart one by one, rebuilt to withstand much more Qi than before.
[Your spiritual roots have been improved! Mortal level -> Silver level]
Qingyi exhaled as the pain in his body cald down, imdiately clicking to improve his cultivation.
This advance was much smoother than the improvent of his spiritual root. A slight burning spread through his body, quickly replaced by a soft refreshing sensation.
Standing up, he felt power flowing through his ridians. His spirit roots were absorbing so much Qi that the formations supplying the cultivation room shook gently, at the limit of their Qi supply capacity.
When he saw how much the price for improvent had increased, Qingyi felt his heart bleed, but he quickly put it out of his mind and devoted the rest of the night to cultivating and stabilizing his cultivation base.
Early in the morning, he left the attendant a small tip before heading to one of the city's many squares.
A large caravan from the Five Colors Pavilion was parked there, surrounded by powerful armored guards. Even the weakest was at the peak of the Flowing ridian Realm, with two false Immortals between them.
"So, who is it? Is he here already?" A high-pitched, irritating voice echoed as a woman with golden hair, above-average beauty and a slim body bounced around ilin, whose face was as red as a tomato.
The night before, ilin had had the bright idea of visiting i Xiu, one of her best friends who had accompanied her on her trip to inspect so of the Chamber of Comrce's properties.
She wanted to talk about what had happened to her, about how she felt, about Qingyi... It didn't take her more than a few monts to regret it.
"I told you it was nothing... I hardly know him," ilin said, blushing and looking away.
"Oh... co on... do you really want to be one of those crazy eternal virgin experts? Do you know how many n would die for your fat, sexy ass? I think you-"
i Xiu's voice died in her throat as her eyes flashed, focusing on a man of transcendental beauty who was approaching on the horizon, passing through the security that surrounded them.
"Long Qingyi," ilin stepped in front of her excited friend. "Follow the head guard, he'll show you where-"
"You're coming with us, handso!" i Xiu shouted excitedly, brushing past ilin and grabbing Qingyi's arm, pulling him towards the main carriage.
She turned her face, giving ilin a teasing giggle. It was as if she was saying, 'If you don't want the gold, I'll take it.
ilin stopped, closed her eyes and cald her pounding heart. She really shouldn't have said anything to that damned girl!
***
The Wang family residence was in turmoil , screams full of pain echoing through the luxurious corridors.
"Be strong, sweetheart, you'll make it! Mommy knows you will!" An obese woman shouted, her eyes filled with tears as she held the hands of her son, Wang Haoran.
The young master of the Wang family was in a cold sweat, his legs spread and covered only with a sheet, with an old doctor between them.
"Ah..." The old doctor sighed, shaking his head as he withdrew, wiping his hands on a cloth over his shoulders.
"Tell , doctor, what's wrong with my son?" Wang Jiantian, a powerful False Immortal and patriarch of the Wang family, asked worriedly.
"Well... his size is abnormally small and he also looks rather twisted. In addition, he seems to be suffering from so kind of testicular torsion.
It's rare, but it happens naturally. However, when we take into account that it happened to him and all his guards at the sa ti, I'd say it was an attack."
"An attack?" Jiantian's face darkened, his whole body trembling as he looked at his tearful son. "Tell , can you heal him?"
"Yes," the doctor nodded. "The blood flow to the area stopped for too long, so he may beco incapableof giving pleasure to a woman , but he'll survive."
Hearing those words, Haoran's mother's crying beca even louder as she clutched her son's face.
"It'll be all right, my baby... Mommy promises!"
Jiantian just clenched his fists, leaving the room and looking at the horizon.
"Whoever you are, I promise in front of the heavens that you will die a horrible death at my hands!"
He declared, a tremor spreading throughout his mansion, thunder ripping through the heavens.
That was the sign that his promise to the heavens had been recognized and if he didn't keep it, he could suffer from a demon of the heart.
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