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After two months without a bath, Zhao Yang had developed a thick layer of greasy substance on his body, sticking his clothes tightly to his skin. His body had been thoroughly cleansed of impurities after the last encounter with the Eternal Flood Dragon at the bottom of the Fish Pond, and following the recent consumption of thousands of Spirit Qi Pills, all remaining impurities had been completely eliminated. The greasy substance on his skin was a result of Spirit Energy replacing oil, and within him, Spirit Energy flowed like a vast river, while the True Qi in his Dantian had condensed into a powerful and solid form.
Roar!
A roar reminiscent of a dragon's cry echoed from the room behind him. Zhao Yang, soaking in the bathtub, suddenly felt an overwhelming surge of vitality wash over him, leaving him somewhat shaken, accompanied by a powerful wave.
Qi Refinement Stage Ninth Layer! It was Long Xiao Wu!
Over the past two months, Long Xiao Wu had also consumed a large number of Spirit Qi Pills to enhance his cultivation. After absorbing dragon energy from the Destiny Pearl at the bottom of the Fish Pond, he had saved several years' worth of time and reached the Qi Refinement Stage Eighth Layer. Now, having ingested a significant amount of Spirit Qi Pills, he had ascended to the Qi Refinement Stage Ninth Layer. Although he couldn't devour over a thousand Spirit Qi Pills in two months like Zhao Yang could, he had managed to consume nearly all of the eight hundred Spirit Qi Pills he had on hand.
Long Xiao Wu also sensed the vitality radiating from Zhao Yang and felt an inexplicable shock: "Clearly a Mixed Spiritual Root with all attributes; although my cultivation speed is faster than his, how can he be so robust? The Eighth Layer of Qi Refinement seems even stronger than my physical body. It can't be; my true form is..."
"Hey, Zhao Yang, you’ve come out of seclusion?" Scholar Xiu's voice rang out, still bleary-eyed. Although he hadn’t monitored Shiyunsheng at Fish Pond every night over the past two months, he always remembered Zhao Yang's instructions, fearing that Shiyunsheng might act and capture the Jade Crawler at the bottom of the Fish Pond prematurely.
Long Xiao Wu opened the door with a cheerful grin and asked playfully, "Little Master’s cultivation has already reached the Qi Refinement Stage Ninth Layer; it’s almost safe to say he’s the best in Outer Sect."
The expected exclamations did not come; instead, Zhao Yang and Scholar Xiu looked at him in surprise and pointed.
"Xiao Wu, your face..."
"How come you have scales growing again?"
"Again? Has he ever had scales before? How come I didn’t know?"
Long Xiao Wu touched her face and silently cursed herself for the trouble. She quickly turned back to her room, closing the door tightly behind her.
"My cultivation has progressed too quickly. I thought it would take ten years to reach the Foundation Establishment Stage, but just a few months in, I'm already showing signs of building my foundation. The seal within me wasn't fully completed before I left in a hurry, and now it seems to be manifesting."
Without further thought, Long Xiao Wu immediately sat down to meditate, channeling the excess Spirit Energy within her to repair the internal seal and suppress her true self.
An hour later, she opened the door again, only to see Zhao Yang draped in a tattered bath towel, laughing and chatting with Scholar Xiu as they entered the courtyard. Behind them followed a ragged young man with a pained expression, his face bruised and swollen, with several large bumps on his head that made him look quite disheveled.
"Hey, Xiao Wu, you're awake again! Come here! Our Outer Sect just scored a new batch of Spirit Qi Pills—six thousand in total! I managed to grab them all, so we won't have to collect protection fees this month," Zhao Yang exclaimed cheerfully upon seeing Long Xiao Wu safe and sound.
Earlier, while taking a bath, Situ Yan had come to report that the Inner Sect's Alchemist Boy had just delivered a new batch of Spirit Qi Pills. With the Barbecue Restaurant closed and no one tending to the ranch, the New Disciples had taken to hunting for meat themselves; it had been two months since anyone had contributed Spirit Qi Pills.
Zhao Yang felt a pang of regret and couldn't help but say, "Those cattle and sheep are mine! No way—I need them to compensate me. Let's go grab those Spiritual Pills!"
Without hesitation, Zhao Yang dashed off without even putting on proper clothes, wrapping himself in his bath towel as he headed straight for the Alchemist's Chamber with Scholar Xiu and Situ Yan in tow.
Upon arriving at the Alchemist's Chamber, they saw the Inner Sect's Alchemist Boy completing a handover with the previously encountered Alchemist Steward.
"Hey you! You're the disciple who makes pills, right? Yes, you! Come here; I need to talk to you," Zhao Yang called out, waving at the puzzled Alchemist Boy.
A mix of surprise and mockery crossed the Alchemist Boy's face as he pointed at himself and asked Zhao Yang, "Are you really talking to me?"
"Uh!" This time it was Zhao Yang who looked confused. He twitched his eye and muttered softly to himself, "Could it be that he hit his head or is he deaf?"
Looking at the gradually cold face of the Alchemist Boy, the Alchemist Steward immediately pointed at Zhao Yang and shouted angrily, "Zhao Yang, how dare you! Although you have some reputation in the Outer Sect, compared to the Inner Courtyard, you are nothing. Anyone from the Inner Courtyard is at least at the Foundation Establishment Stage, and you are not even worth mentioning! Do you know who this is?"
Zhao Yang appeared unfazed, shaking his head and replying, "No, who is he?"
"He is Senior Brother Gao from the Inner Alchemy Room, the prized disciple of the Sixth Elder." After saying this, the Alchemist Steward looked at Zhao Yang with a schadenfreude expression, as if to say, 'Are you scared now?'
Zhao Yang widened his eyes in feigned realization and said, "Oh—never heard of him."
Seeing Zhao Yang's act of surprise, the Alchemist Steward nearly stumbled. Even Scholar Xiu and Situ Yan behind Zhao Yang were taken aback; this was too much of a joke.
"Very well, you are something else." The Alchemist Boy's gaze turned icy as he stared at Zhao Yang; he was already harboring murderous intent.
Zhao Yang remained oblivious and shyly replied, "Thank you."
"Zhao Yang, you are simply asking for death. Do you really want to force Senior Brother Gao to kill you? You, a mere Qi Refinement Stage cultivator, dare to openly provoke an Inner Sect senior brother. If he kills you, it would not be unjust; a waste is a waste, lacking even basic intelligence. You truly deserve to die; no one would mourn your passing."
"Uh! We can bury him!" Scholar Xiu interjected, undermining the Alchemist Steward. He had not witnessed Zhao Yang's confrontation with an Inner Sect Disciple two months ago in the Barbecue Restaurant but had heard some rumors from others. He believed that Zhao Yang must have some confidence to act this way.
At that moment, Zhao Yang could no longer tolerate the Alchemist Boy in front of him. He never expected that this Outer Court Disciple from Yuwang City would dare to openly challenge an Inner Courtyard Disciple after being here for less than half a year. This had never happened in the history of Myriad Spirit Sect.
"I do not kill nameless disciples. What is your name?" The Alchemist Boy said calmly, his gaze toward Zhao Yang suggesting that he was already dead.
"I am not a nameless disciple; my master is Sun Wukong," Zhao Yang replied nonchalantly.
The Alchemist Boy's eyes suddenly widened in rage. He was infuriated by Zhao Yang's half-dead demeanor and his fearless contempt for others. Finally unable to contain himself, flames erupted around him as a Purple Gold Gourd slowly rose from behind his back.
The Purple Gold Gourd floated in the air, slowly rotating, its surface crackling with electric sparks, as if it were about to explode at any moment.
Zhao Yang was not afraid; instead, his eyes sparkled with excitement as he stared at the gourd and declared, "I want that thing!"
"Die!" a fierce shout rang out as Alchemist Boy descended from the sky, delivering a powerful punch.
Seeing the arc of electricity rushing toward him, Zhao Yang dared not take it head-on and swiftly retreated.
With a thunderous boom, a charred pit appeared where he had just stood, electric sparks flickering within it, crackling loudly. Zhao Yang's heart raced; thankfully, he hadn't taken the hit directly, or he would have been blown to bits.
Alchemist Boy stood beside the pit, his gaze fierce and filled with electric energy that shimmered in strange colors, resembling a layer of water—transparent yet dazzling.
"Lightning Man?" Zhao Yang thought of a character he had seen in a movie in his past life.
Alchemist Boy paid no mind to him; an arc of electricity flashed in his eyes and shot straight toward Zhao Yang with incredible speed. There was no way to dodge it. Zhao Yang felt as if he had been struck by lightning, jumping around uncontrollably. His hair stood on end, making him look like a punk teenager.
"This feels amazing! This electricity is just right. I wonder how many people like you are in Myriad Spirit Sect? Once I enter the Inner Sect, I'll capture all of you and open an electric therapy shop. It’s bound to be profitable!" Zhao Yang exclaimed with exhilaration as the electricity coursed through him, invigorating every cell in his body. He was so excited that he suddenly thought about starting a therapy business.
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