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Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Six: Success, Golden Core!
For three whole weeks, aside from addressing the necessities of food and other basic needs, Ye Huan spent all his time in the thatched cottage. Even when Yu Wuxia returned and learned that Ye Huan had severed an arm from the Fourth Generation Disciple, he merely shook his head indifferently. He continued to teach Ye Huan how to cultivate without a second thought about the incident, instead expressing more interest in Ye Huan's bet with the elders. Throughout these three weeks, he scolded Ye Huan countless times, calling him a cunning merchant, a standard case of guaranteed profit.
Today, all the elders of Yuxu Palace, along with many eager disciples who had heard the news, gathered outside Ye Huan's thatched cottage. Each one of them was eager to witness the birth of a legend—a person who had transformed from an ordinary individual into a Golden Core Stage Cultivator in just one month.
"Quickly, you need to apply more force; you need to eat something," came Yu Wuxia's voice from inside the cottage. It was clear they were at a critical moment. However, whether it was the elders or the ordinary disciples of Yuxu Palace, they were all filled with one question: why was Yu Wuxia still insisting that Ye Huan eat at such a crucial time?
Unable to comprehend, they exchanged puzzled glances, wanting to figure out what was happening inside. Yet, due to Yu Wuxia's presence in the cottage, many elders suppressed their urge to use their Divine Sense to peek inside, not wanting to create a formidable enemy for themselves in the future.
Inside the cottage, Ye Huan was sweating profusely. In front of him lay an array of various arms—ranging from lighters to M60 machine guns. Every time Yu Wuxia instructed him to eat, without a doubt one of those arms would vanish, transforming into Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy that flowed into his body. However, despite this process, Ye Huan still struggled to break through to the Golden Core Stage.
The Golden Core, as its name implies, is formed at the Dantian where Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy is compressed into a golden orb—serving as the center point within a Cultivator's body that continuously provides spiritual energy. While it sounds simple in theory, executing it is exceedingly difficult. To compress Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy into gold requires that the energy within one's body be sufficiently dense enough to naturally condense into a singular form; otherwise, one must rely on personal effort for compression.
Ye Huan chose the latter option—a choice fraught with risk. If successful in compression, he would ascend to become a Golden Core Stage Cultivator; if unsuccessful, he would be unable to withstand the backlash of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy within his body and would explode. It was evident how monumental this challenge was for Ye Huan.
Time and again he consumed Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy while enduring the excruciating pain of compression within his body. His expression twisted in agony; even Yu Wuxia was drenched in cold sweat. After a month of progress, if Ye Huan took another step forward, he would become one of the most talented individuals in history. Even if he lacked practical skills, just the news alone would elevate Yuxu Palace’s reputation significantly. But if Ye Huan faltered now, everything would return to dust and nothingness.
Witnessing Ye Huan transform a Barrett along with its magazine into Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy and swallow it, Yu Wuxia gritted his teeth, determined to ensure Ye Huan's successful advancement. He decided to channel decades of his own cultivation into Ye Huan's Dantian, using it as a catalyst for Ye Huan to condense his Golden Core.
As the equivalent of over ten years' worth of Divine Transformation Stage Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy surged into Ye Huan's Dantian, a tumultuous wave erupted within. Limbs, body, head… except for the space occupied by the Summoning Book, nearly all the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy coursed through Ye Huan's meridians and blood vessels into his Dantian.
With the accumulation of more and more Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy, a droplet began to form, followed by a second, third, and fourth…
Droplets continued to gather in Ye Huan's Dantian until they coalesced into an ocean. As Ye Huan focused his mind, this ocean began to change shape, transforming into a sphere. If someone could enter Ye Huan's body at that moment, they would see a golden pearl shining brightly in his Dantian, continuously radiating Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy throughout every corner of his body. Yet its form remained unchanged.
Success! The Golden Core!
Closing his eyes and feeling an almost boundless power within him, Ye Huan let out a long howl. Rising to his feet, he stepped forward, and an overwhelming aura instantly shattered the thatched cottage, scattering debris like confetti in the air, as if a deity had descended…
This state did not last long. When Ye Huan opened his eyes again, his majestic aura had vanished, replaced by a faint smile. Those surrounding him could see the smile on Ye Huan's face; even the dullest among them would understand that Ye Huan had become a Golden Core Stage Cultivator.
A month to reach the Golden Core Stage—if word got out, it would surely cause countless young talents to feel ashamed. Among the members of Yuxu Palace, even though they knew they had lost their bets, the elders wore knowing smiles. Even the disciples couldn't help but smile as if they too had become Golden Core Stage disciples.
The only discordant note came from a dark corner at the back of the crowd. A one-armed man watched this scene with eyes ablaze with fury. His remaining hand clenched into a fist so tightly that his nails dug into his palm, drawing blood…
Unaware of the hatred directed at him from within the crowd, Ye Huan was focused solely on one thought: as a Golden Core Stage Cultivator, he now possessed the ability to fly with a sword and control Flying Swords. Moreover, the Summoning Book had granted him slight enhancements. Now, he—Ye Huan—could finally set off back to the Nine Provinces!
With this thought in mind, Ye Huan felt an uncontrollable excitement rising within him. However, at that very moment in the Nine Provinces Continent, things were far from peaceful…
In the Capital of Huaxia…
As New Year's Eve approached in just three days, the capital, which should have been filled with song and dance, appeared devastated. The crumbling city walls resembled a beehive, pockmarked by countless boulders. Even the soldiers stationed on the walls sat listlessly on the cold ground, their bodies smeared with blood, gripping their dulled long knives tightly.
Looking out through the city walls, one could see that surrounding the capital, on the snow-covered ground, countless soldiers in dark armor formed square formations. With their spears and broad axes, they surrounded the capital completely. Closer inspection revealed many soldiers proudly holding the flags of the Southern Xiongnu Empire.
On top of the battered city walls, observing the vast army below, was the once-rotund Weiyang. Clad in heavy armor, he had shed his former bulk; his body had become remarkably solid. His face bore a look of determination as he spoke, either to himself or to Ye San beside him. "It has been half a month since the Southern Xiongnu Empire launched another attack against us. The only remaining stronghold is this capital. Even the firearms and ammunition left by 'him' have been completely exhausted. We have fewer than ten thousand soldiers left who can still fight. Ye San, do you think he will come back?"
Hearing Weiyang's words, Ye San, who had once lost a leg and an arm, shook his head with a bitter smile. His small frame appeared unusually tall against the backdrop of white snow. His gaze drifted toward the distant army that exuded a chilling aura, unsure of what to say. After all, if 'he' could return, he would have done so long ago when the Southern Xiongnu Empire reignited hostilities half a month prior. Why wait until now?
After a long silence, as snowflakes began to fall from the sky again, Ye San shook off the snow from his shoulders and finally spoke in a voice that was somewhat hoarse from issuing commands. "Fatty, let’s go back! Perhaps when we reach the palace, 'he' will be there wooing the little princess..."
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It’s late at night with not much written; mainly because Ye Huan is coming back to unify the world of Jiuzhou. Writing has been slow; I expect to return tomorrow night. Long live Jiuzhou! Lastly, I hope for a Red Ticket (this last line is what I really want to say).
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