Months passed in the blink of an eye, and the mood among the sect’s outer disciples was festive.
Even so core disciples had descended from their pavilions on the mountain to watch the inner disciples selection.
The outer disciple arena slowly filled up as the elders made preparations, adjusting the spirit arrays and ensuring that nothing would go wrong in the duels that would begin in a few hours.
Qingyi was oblivious to all of this.
His eyes were tightly closed as he circulated his Qi, already ready for the Foundation Establishnt realm.
Unlike breakthroughs within the sa realm, breakthroughs between realms were much more difficult.
The Foundation Realm itself was one of the most challenging bottlenecks for a cultivator to break through.
A young talent could reach the ninth stage of the Qi Refinent Realm before the age of eighteen and be considered a great genius, but even then, they could easily spend their entire life just trying to break through to the Foundation Realm.
That was the challenge of advancing to the Foundation Realm, and it was only the beginning.
In this realm, cultivators who usually had their cultivation spread throughout their Dantian would gather all of their energy into a small core, while every muscle and ridian in their body would be rebuilt to withstand this denser and more powerful energy.
With a sigh, Qingyi opened his eyes and cald his breathing before clicking to purchase a realm breakthrough, his last five hundred lust points disappearing.
[Starting breakthrough to the foundation realm.]
The mont after the system notification, Qingyi felt his body tremble as he sat cross-legged, pushing all of his Qi into his dantian.
First, all of the lightning sword Qi gathered together, forming a core slightly larger than a grain of rice in the center of the Dantian.
Despite its size, it was enough to make the black walls of the cultivation room tremble. The Qi beca violent and Qingyi’s robes fluttered with the pulsing energy.
When this core cald down, the two strands of dragon Qi in Qingyi’s Dantian finally moved. First, they gently circled the darkened core before being slowly broken apart.
The dragon strands split into smaller filants, which were then fragnted and consud by the core, which grew by a single milliter before stabilizing again.
Qingyi gritted his teeth as he felt as if his Dantian had been crushed.
His eyes trembled, and the mont he felt his Dantian calm down, the condensed energy in his Qi core exploded.
His body began to levitate, the Qi in the room nearly depleted as it flowed toward him like a relentless torrent.
His skin turned red, electric rays dancing around him, every impurity being expelled from within him as a wave of steam left his lips and nose.
In the next mont, everything stopped.
A dry explosion echoed and the walls of the cultivation room cracked, with parts of the ceiling collapsing. Sunlight hit his face, hurting his eyes accustod to darkness.
"Damn..." Qingyi grunted as he stood up. His body was much lighter than before, the Qi core in his Dantian pulsing slightly.
When he tried to circulate his Qi, his eyes flashed.
Before, it was as if he was using a slightly closed faucet to circulate, always needing to force the Qi through. But now, it was as if he had opened the valve completely.
His Qi flowed like a calm and gentle sea, and even when he forced his ridians, there were only a few ripples.
Qingyi then looked at the hole in the cultivation room, a hint of worry appearing on his face.
Fortunately, in the next mont, the broken pieces began to float and slowly rge back into the original structure.
Exhaling heavily, he stepped outside his residence. There was little ti left before the selection of inner disciples began, but first, he wanted to test his new power.
He approached a tree, closed his eyes for a brief mont, and pushed all his Qi toward his right leg.
He kicked.
The air around him shook violently as an explosion of wood fragnts flew in all directions, the tree split in two, its trunk falling with a loud thud.
His leg, covered in the Qi of the lightning sword, trembled slightly as he pulled it back,
Qingyi couldn’t help but let out a breath of awe at his own power.
He had been able to knock down a tree with a single blow before, but that was by forcing his ridians to their limit and channeling all his Qi into the blade of his sword.
If he had tried to use his bare hands instead, he would have probably drenched the tree in blood before even reaching the middle of the trunk.
He wasn’t entirely sure, but he could easily bet that he could fight against cultivators of the third or even fourth stage of the Foundation Realm.
[Na: Long Qingyi
Age: 18
Cultivation: First stage of the Foundation Realm. (500 lust points to improve)
Affinity: Lightning 60 - Sword: 60 - Charm: 1000. (can be improved at the lust store)
Spiritual Roots: Fifth-level Lightning Sword Root. (100 lust points to improve, new roots can be purchased at the lust store.)
Bloodline: Blood of the Corruption Dragon God (Rare Rank, 10,000 lust points to improve.)
Constitution: Primordial Dragon Body. (Rare Rank, 10,000 lust points to upgrade.)
Lust Points: 0]
After a quick glance at his stats, Qingyi returned inside his house, took a quick shower, and put on his usual white robes.
As he descended back into the living room, he heard a sweet, familiar voice, a smile playing on his lips as he opened the door.
"Husband! I missed you!" Feiyan’s sweet, seductive voice entered his ears as she threw herself into his arms.
Qingyi’s hands went straight to her ass, sinking into her plump flesh as her legs wrapped around his waist.
Feiyan’s soft body pressed against his awakened sensations he had kept hidden during months of isolation.
Exchanging glances for a brief mont, they kissed passionately.
It had been months since they had seen each other, and Qingyi had to admit that she looked even more beautiful than before, her soft, warm lips against his sending shivers down his spine.
Pulling his lips away from hers, he smiled, "I missed you too..."
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