Chapter 157 - 155: A Meteoric Rise

Chapter 157: Chapter 155: A Meteoric Rise

The lingering rays of the sunset, like a bolt of crimson-gold silk, poured down from the western mountains, blanketing the entire courtyard.

A few birds returning to their nests darted across the sky above, leaving behind a few crisp chirps.

Chen Yue sat cross-legged inside the room, his eyes lightly closed, his breathing long and even.

Within his body, a stream of energy was constantly surging.

With every breath, the energy was guided by his will, circulating along the pathways of the Vast Heart Rock Skill. It refined and absorbed a portion of the Medicinal Power, converting it into his own Inner Strength and Qi Blood.

Gradually, however, the surging energy began to grow sluggish.

Chen Yue’s brow furrowed slightly. The Medicinal Power in his body had reached a critical point; stuffing any more in would cause harm.

He took a deep breath, slowly suppressing the final surge of energy and allowing it to settle in his Dantian.

Chen Yue opened his eyes. A faint halo of light swirled in the depths of his pupils—an external manifestation of the Medicinal Power that had accumulated in his body after consuming a large quantity of Elixirs.

He slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air. It formed a wisp of white mist, almost visible to the naked eye in the twilight, carrying a faint medicinal fragrance. The mist lingered for a moment before vanishing without a trace.

A total of seven Nourishing Spirit Pill Yang Pills and four Bone Marrow Cleansing and Body Refining Pills.

If any other Marrow Refining Realm disciple heard this number, they would find it utterly preposterous.

An ordinary Marrow Refining Realm disciple consuming one Nourishing Spirit Pill Yang Pill a day to aid their cultivation was already considered quite good.

Those who could take two had likely comprehended the Panshi Skill to an extremely high degree, allowing them to fully digest the Medicinal Power.

But Chen Yue had swallowed seven Nourishing Spirit Pill Yang Pills and four Bone Marrow Cleansing and Body Refining Pills—a full eleven Elixirs—all in a single day.

To an ordinary person, this was tantamount to suicide.

Elixirs were certainly good things, but it was definitely not a case of "the more, the better."

The Medicinal Power contained in each Elixir needed to be refined and absorbed by a Cultivator’s Cultivation Technique. If the amount consumed exceeded the body’s limit, the excess Medicinal Power would stagnate within.

In a mild case, it would be a waste of Elixirs. In a severe case, it could damage the meridians or even trigger Erysipelas to attack the heart, endangering one’s life.

Chen Yue, naturally, didn’t have this problem, but he couldn’t consume any more. The Vast Heart Rock Skill was holding him back.

The Vast Heart Rock Skill had not yet reached complete Perfection.

Even though Chen Yue had pushed its operational speed to the limit, and even with the aid of an extreme Technique like the Heart-Burning Record—which practically burned his Heart Spirit to accelerate cultivation—he still couldn’t digest any more Elixirs.

It was like a millstone. No matter how good the stone was, its rotational speed was fixed. If you poured too much grain in, it simply couldn’t grind it all.

The grain would just pile up outside the mill’s eye, accumulating until it eventually clogged the whole thing.

In fact, at this moment, the Medicinal Power of both types of Elixirs still lingered within Chen Yue’s body.

This residual Medicinal Power wouldn’t disappear. It would remain quietly inside him, and over the coming days, Chen Yue would need to periodically circulate the Vast Heart Rock Skill to refine it, bit by bit.

Of course, Chen Yue’s Heart Spirit was also beginning to show signs of fatigue.

He was, after all, only in the Marrow Refining Realm. Although his Heart Spirit was already quite formidable among Martial Artists of the same rank, it still had its limits.

Using the Heart-Burning Record for daily cultivation was already quite an exaggeration.

Had it been any other Marrow Refining Realm disciple, let alone consuming so many Elixirs in a day, just circulating the Heart-Burning Record for so long would have likely depleted their Heart Spirit completely.

Chen Yue stood up, stretching his slightly stiff body.

His joints let out a few soft CRACKS. He took a deep breath of the cool twilight air, then slowly exhaled, expelling the last trace of stuffiness from his chest.

’The Vast Heart Rock Skill will reach complete Perfection in just over thirty days.’ Chen Yue calculated silently in his mind.

In less than a month and a half, his foundational Cultivation Technique would enter a whole new level. The daily limit of Medicinal Power he could refine would increase again, and he could consume even more Nourishing Spirit Pill Yang Pills.

Moreover, once the Vast Heart Rock Skill reached Perfection, he could begin to cultivate and fuse a new Heart Method.

A new Heart Method would bring new characteristics to his Cultivation Technique, and his cultivation efficiency could continue to increase.

Chen Yue pulled his thoughts back to the present, rolled his shoulders, and began to practice his forms.

Ten Thousand Forms Tiger Roar Golden Bell.

His movements shifted from absolute stillness to extreme motion. In the span of a single breath, his entire being was like a ferocious tiger awakening from a deep slumber. Every joint and muscle in his body began to move with a unique rhythm.

Chen Yue performed the forms very slowly, but each movement contained a profound sense of heavy power, as if something weighty was flowing slowly within his body.

That was the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi. The feeling of that power slowly seeping into his body was exceptionally clear, as if every inch of his skin was being gently enveloped by flowing water.

It was an easy sensation to get lost in.

One move, one stance, one breath, one exhalation.

Chen Yue’s expression was as calm as still water. With his eyes slightly downcast, he seemed to merge completely with the surrounding twilight.

The leaves of the old locust tree rustled in the evening breeze. In the distance, the thin mist between the mountains grew thicker, shrouding the entire peak in a hazy veil.

By the time he finished two rounds of the Ten Thousand Forms Tiger Roar Golden Bell, the sky had already grown dark.

Chen Yue concluded the form, paused for a moment, and then began practicing the next Cultivation Technique: the Great Vajra Palm.

Chen Yue stood in the courtyard, striking out with his palm again and again. Dull thuds echoed through the empty space, as if someone were beating a large drum.