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The Alchemist Steward knew that Zhao Yang was someone who would kill without hesitation, and he was terrified of accidentally provoking him and ending up with his throat slit. Even now, he couldn't understand why an Inner Sect Disciple at the Foundation Establishment Stage could be outmatched by a rookie at the Qi Refinement Stage.
After receiving six thousand Spirit Qi Pills, Zhao Yang began to worry. "I'm already sick of them... Too much medicine can be toxic. Eating dozens of pounds of spirit herbs every month will lead to side effects over time."
Zhao Yang's words were not too loud, but they were overheard by everyone in the courtyard. Their hearts raced; it turned out this guy was consuming Spirit Qi Pills by the pound! While others struggled to obtain even one, he had so many that he couldn't finish them!
The Alchemist Steward felt his heart race with anxiety and regretted offending someone like Zhao Yang. He had entered the Outer Sect as an Alchemist Steward ten years ago, always careful and diligent in his work, yet he still managed to offend someone he shouldn't have.
Then Zhao Yang had a sudden idea and ordered the Alchemist Steward to wash pots and dishes. He slaughtered a pig and a sheep while he and Scholar Xiu prepared some vegetables from the fields for a hot pot dinner that evening.
It was winter, and although the Myriad Spirit Sect was shrouded in formations that concealed the snow, down in the valley, everything was blanketed in white. In the Outer Sect, apart from Zhao Yang and Long Xiao Wu, who wore light clothing, everyone else had already donned thick winter garments.
Feeling a bit stifled, Zhao Yang instructed the Alchemist Steward to remove the protective barrier. As he watched the snowflakes fall from the sky, he smiled contentedly and began sharing stories from his past. He recalled many fragments from his previous life, especially those countless snowy nights when he walked alone as a solitary traveler on dimly lit or bright paths, feeling a deep sadness within.
Scholar Xiu, Long Xiao Wu, and Situ Yan—who had brought his younger brother along—listened intently to Zhao Yang recounting tales of his former home. They were both amazed and envious.
Situ Yan's younger brother was named Si Tu Bo. Though stubborn by nature, he wasn't foolish. Upon seeing how well Zhao Yang treated his brother, he had long since let go of any hostility. He suddenly felt a sense of leadership radiating from Zhao Yang; it was the first time he had ever truly respected someone.
"What kind of place are you talking about? A land where treasures abound but no one fights for their lives? Where everyone reads countless books but ends up destitute on the streets?"
"Does such a place really exist? A world without war or suffering? Yet people are even more cunning and elusive."
...
The group engaged in lively discussion about Zhao Yang's words, completely unaware that he was gazing deeply at the falling snow, lost in thought.
Long Xiao Wu suddenly felt a stirring in his heart as an incredibly peaceful aura swept past him. Confused, he looked around and realized that Zhao Yang had been silent and motionless for half an hour. He signaled for everyone to hush and step away from Zhao Yang.
“Xiao Wu, what happened to him?” Scholar Xiu asked.
Long Xiao Wu hesitated, “Enlightenment? It should be correct; I have felt this kind of aura before. It must be Enlightenment without a doubt.”
“What?” Scholar Xiu was astonished. While others might not understand the meaning of the term Enlightenment, he was an expert in the theory of Cultivation and had always been fascinated by it. He had once read in an ancient scroll that there were three types of Super Geniuses in the world. The first type was the cultivators with a Single Attribute Spiritual Root, who were born with exceptional talent and had a strong affinity with the elements in their environment, allowing them to cultivate rapidly and powerfully, even approaching the Ultimate Attribute, destined to dominate a particular field in the future. The second type consisted of cultivators with Divine Power; anyone who possessed Divine Power was unique and favored by heaven. The third type was the Enlightenment practitioners, who were as rare as one in a hundred thousand and had no relation to Spiritual Roots or cultivation levels. Generally, cultivators could only achieve Enlightenment after reaching the sixth realm, Dao Fruit Stage, within the Nine Major Realms of Cultivation. Although every major realm's advancement required time and experience—some cultivators referred to it as Enlightenment—it was merely a bottleneck period where one needed to sense a breakthrough point in their realm, having nothing to do with true Enlightenment.
True Enlightenment practitioners would exhibit signs of Enlightenment even before reaching the Dao Fruit Stage. Regardless of success or failure, those who showed signs of Enlightenment were exceedingly rare, possessing insights and understanding that surpassed ordinary individuals. The same Cultivation Method appeared one way to ordinary people but took on an entirely different form in the eyes of Enlightenment practitioners. Some referred to this as profound insight. After successfully achieving Enlightenment, their minds would become more tranquil, their perception of surrounding matters would greatly increase, and their affinity for elements would significantly enhance. Some could even create unparalleled Cultivation Methods during their Enlightenment.
However, in Scholar Xiu's understanding, he had never seen or heard of anyone achieving Enlightenment while still in the Qi Refinement Stage, where True Qi could not leave the body! He looked skeptically at Zhao Yang in the distance, whose gaze was incredibly deep, then turned to Long Xiao Wu with a questioning look.
Long Xiao Wu nodded affirmatively, “It is indeed Enlightenment; this aura is too special. I felt it when I was very young… near a certain powerful individual. Oh, that aura is coming back! You all should seriously feel it; cultivating along this aura's trajectory will greatly benefit you!”
Saying this, Long Xiao Wu sat down to sense the Ripple of Enlightenment emanating from Zhao Yang. The others followed suit and began circulating their True Qi to feel Zhao Yang's Enlightenment aura.
Two hours later, the Ripple of Enlightenment around Zhao Yang gradually faded. He moved his fingers and looked up at the group nearby with confusion, softly muttering, “What happened to me?”
Upon hearing Zhao Yang's words, everyone stopped their True Qi circulation and displayed expressions of joy; clearly, they had gained much.
Scholar Xiu stared at Zhao Yang as if he had discovered a treasure. “So how is it, Zhao Yang? Did you achieve Enlightenment?”
“Enlightenment?” Zhao Yang looked puzzled.
Scholar Xiu and Long Xiao Wu then explained what had just happened to him and asked if he felt any differences or if he had achieved Enlightenment. Zhao Yang glanced at everyone's faces and then at his own hands. “No, it just feels like your movements and mine are slow. But I've experienced this feeling occasionally for a long time; I didn't expect it to last so long this time.”
Scholar Xiu and Long Xiao Wu were equally perplexed. Zhao Yang shook his head and gazed at the darkening snowy sky with a sigh before returning to his playful tone. “Alright then, let’s have hot pot! Scholar Xiu, go check how the Spiritual Energy Rice is doing in the pot; once it's ready, we’ll start cooking! I have a big jar of fine wine in my room; tonight we brothers won’t leave until we’re drunk.”
“What? You’re steaming rice with Spirit Qi Pill?” Scholar Xiu exclaimed with disbelief, looking at Zhao Yang as if he were a prodigal son wasting money.
Situ Yan and Si Tu Bo exchanged excited glances. Although Spiritual Rice was extravagant and wasteful, it was also incredibly tempting for them. This was an opportunity to enhance their cultivation. They had already benefited greatly from Zhao Yang's Enlightenment earlier, and now they could enjoy Spirit Energy rice. Even though their Spiritual Roots were average, it would be absolutely no problem for them to level up tonight.
"I'll go stir-fry a couple of my signature dishes: Spicy Pepper Stir-Fried Spiritual Pill, Chicken Stew with Spiritual Pill, and Fortune Teller's Spiritual Pill?" Zhao Yang declared boldly.
Upon hearing Zhao Yang's words, Scholar Xiu nearly choked. If it weren't for Situ Yan supporting him, he might have fainted from shock.
Ignoring everyone else, Zhao Yang rolled up his sleeves and headed into the kitchen of the Main Hall's side room. Soon, the sound of sizzling oil filled the air.
Scholar Xiu swallowed hard and patted his chest, saying, "Ever since I met him, my understanding of many things has been completely overturned. Cooking rice with Spirit Qi Pill is one thing, but frying dough balls? He’s just a brute."
Fearing that Scholar Xiu might be further stimulated and faint again, Situ Yan volunteered to serve the Spirit Qi Pill rice. However, when he saw an entire pot of Spirit Qi Pill with just a sprinkle of rice in the middle, even he couldn't help but feel faint.
"He's such a damn tycoon," Situ Yan couldn't help but curse.
That night, everyone feasted joyfully, their faces flushed with excitement as the room glowed with a warm light. Zhao Yang and Long Xiao Wu ate the most; the Spirit Energy in their veins overflowed to their skin's surface. Scholar Xiu managed to eat two bowls and some hot pot, causing his body to crack under the strain. Zhao Yang quickly gave him a large gulp of wine to neutralize the medicinal effects and channeled Chaos True Qi to help him clear his meridians and expel any residual potency he couldn't absorb. Situ Yan and Si Tu Bo, having low cultivation levels, each dared to eat only one bowl before sitting at the table to refine the medicinal energy.
Even the Alchemist Steward, who was busy chopping wood and tending the fire, received a bowl of Spirit Qi Pill rice from Zhao Yang as a reward before being sent on his way.
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