Chapter 564: Dragon Race, Go No Further

In the Cultivation Room, Song Ciwan circulated her Cultivation Technique, marshaling her True Qi and Qi Blood to bombard her own acupoints.

Her body was like a furnace, mysterious and exquisitely precise, with her Qi Blood burning fiercely within.

Of the three hundred and sixty major acupoints in her body, three hundred and thirty had already been lit!

The other thirty acupoints remained dim—

Song Ciwan had originally thought it would be impossible for her to light these last thirty acupoints. ‘Perhaps one day I’ll be forced to stop the Enlightenment process and enter the Acupoint Fusion Realm directly after opening only three hundred and thirty.’

But now, inspiration flooded her heart. The three hundred and thirty-first acupoint, once as solid as a fortress, crumbled like a sand dam before the torrent of Qi Blood and was blasted open with a deafening roar.

Qi Blood surged in, and a powerful force welled up from within the acupoint.

It was as if Song Ciwan had unlocked another seal on her body’s own treasure trove. The intense sensation drove her to continue marshaling her Qi Blood, and after breaking through the three hundred and thirty-first acupoint, she swiftly blasted open the three hundred and thirty-second.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

A torrent of Spiritual Mechanism surged forth, like the Milky Way bursting its banks or a comet crashing to earth, as one acupoint after another was smashed open inside Song Ciwan’s body.

Countless sparks of inspiration exploded in her mind, like a primordial universe—a black hole detonating, revealing the first starlight…

Inspiration rode on wings of light, soaring toward a boundless, ever-expanding horizon.

Tireless, endless.

Three hundred and thirty-three, three hundred and thirty-four, three hundred and thirty-five…

Within the Cultivation Space, Song Ciwan was lost in her breakthrough, completely absorbed.

In the physical world, the Vitality within the Celestial Level Cave Mansion roared like a flash flood from an open sluice gate, rushing madly toward where Song Ciwan’s real body was located.

The Cultivation Space received this surge of Vitality, greedily absorbing it like a great whale drinking the sea.

At the same time, in the Cultivation Room not far from Song Ciwan’s, where Commander Liu was, a similar event was taking place.

But it was obvious that Commander Liu could not out-absorb Song Ciwan!

He, at the Innate Fourth Transformation, could not absorb as much as she, at the Innate Third Transformation. The Acupoint Fusion Realm could not compete with the Divinity Transformation Stage.

Unaware of the outside world, Commander Liu could only focus on his difficult Cultivation, striving to overcome one obstacle after another.

Song Ciwan was also unaware of the outside world, focusing only on her smooth and exhilarating Cultivation, rapidly breaking through one barrier after another.

The blazing sun had begun its westward journey when Grand General Guo walked out of the training grounds, Wen Tingyu following behind him.

Neither of them spoke for a while. After a moment, Guo Wanjun chuckled. “Tingyu, you look quite vexed. Are you jealous of Zixing?”

Zixing was Commander Liu’s given name; he was Liu Zixing.

Wen Tingyu was indeed vexed, and she didn’t hide it. She sighed and said, “It’s my fault for being a step too slow. Now Old Liu is in seclusion, and Xing Lan Fairy is in seclusion too. Once you start seclusion, time becomes meaningless. Grand General, I also wanted to ask Xing Lan Fairy to treat my hidden injuries. If it means a chance to break through, who wouldn’t want that?”

Her expressions were vivid as she spoke, her bright, beautiful face a mask of theatrical sorrow, which made Grand General Guo laugh.

Guo Wanjun was tall and powerfully built, and from certain angles, his bear-like frame gave him an honest, slightly simple look. At this, he reached out a hand as wide as a pot lid and patted Wen Tingyu on the head.

Even when he deliberately controlled his strength, his pats were terrifyingly heavy. The silver helmet on Wen Tingyu’s head was instantly dented and knocked askew. With a cry of “Ouch!”, Wen Tingyu clutched her head and shot Guo Wanjun an accusing look.

Guo Wanjun roared with laughter.

He pointed at Wen Tingyu and said, “You little rascal. You’ve never been one to lose out on anything, not since you were a child. Now you’re upset because you think you were too slow to get first dibs. Have you considered Wenxu, whose spot you snatched? Don’t you think he’s feeling more wronged than you right now?”

In truth, both Wen Tingyu and Yu Wenxu had been watched over by Grand General Guo as they grew up. They were orphans of demonic disasters who had lost their families at a young age and came to call Demon Suppression Pass their home.

To Wen Tingyu, the Grand General wasn’t just the Grand General; he was a towering mountain standing before them, a mentor and a father figure.

As for Yu Wenxu, he was her little brother who absolutely had to be kept under her thumb, and whom only she was allowed to bully.

Wen Tingyu felt no guilt, merely muttering, “How does that count as snatching his spot? It’s not like I can have Xing Lan Fairy all to myself, can I?”

After a pause, she added, “I wonder if Xing Lan Fairy will break through to a new Great Realm this time. If she does, will she have the power of a Six-star Medical Cultivator?”

Guo Wanjun, however, glanced toward the Cultivation Rooms and suddenly said, “Tingyu, go to my storehouse and take out ten jin of Gui Ling Immortal Dew. Inject it into Xing Lan’s Cultivation Room. Then, activate the Five-star Spirit Absorption Array for her and stand guard outside. If her Vitality supply falters, activate the Six-star Spirit Absorption Array.”

Wen Tingyu was stunned. She blurted out, “But Grand General, you only have twenty jin of Gui Ling Immortal Dew in total! And a Five-star Spirit Array is already above Xing Lan Fairy’s level…”

She was halfway through her sentence when she saw Grand General Guo wave his hand dismissively. Wen Tingyu’s heart pounded, and she swallowed the rest of her words.

Her outburst had just been due to her shock.

Now, seeing the immense confidence and resolve in the Grand General’s gesture, Wen Tingyu forced herself to feel confident too.

The smile on her face widened, and she answered cheerfully, “Yes! Grand General, I will obey!”

‘A peerless Celestial Pride, already blessed with immense natural talent, now aided by an Immortal Grade treasure like Gui Ling Immortal Dew for her breakthrough… just how far will she go?’

‘Will she create one miracle after another?’

Wen Tingyu departed with a spring in her step, while Guo Wanjun returned to the main hall of the Grand General’s Mansion to continue overseeing Xun Wind Camp. He monitored the Arrays and coordinated all defenses.

The wind howls through the tower, heralding a coming storm; some families rejoice while others grieve.

In the middle of the afternoon, along the southern border of Liangzhou where the Xuecang River churned, heavy clouds suddenly blew in. The river water roiled and violently threw up a colossal wave a thousand feet high.

In the distance, some commoners fishing in a tributary of the Xuecang River suddenly dropped their nets, turned tail, and ran for their lives toward a city further away.

As they ran, they cried out in panic, “A great wave on the Xuecang! The Water God is angry! Help! Help us…!”

But the talk of an angry Water God didn’t last long on their lips. A moment later, a dragon’s head lunged out from within the massive wave, followed by a majestic, winding, cyan body.

Its four claws pawed at the air as it broke through the waves.

The commoners were scared out of their wits, screaming in terror, “It’s not the Water God, it’s the Dragon King! The Dragon King has emerged from the water! Lord Prefect, save us! Lord Prefect, save us!”

Some, seeing they were too slow to escape, watched as the great Cyan Dragon burst from the water and took to the sky. In an instant, a shadow that blotted out the sun fell over them—

And so, figure after figure dropped to their knees with a series of thuds. The kneeling people cried out in trembling voices, “We pay our respects to the Dragon King! Grandfather Dragon King, spare our lives…!”

No one heard it, but as the Cyan Dragon flew overhead, a soft sneer echoed through the air.

Even if someone had heard it, they would have only assumed the great dragon had given a majestic sneeze.

This continued until, from the city ahead, a towering, illusory figure rose up like a colossal god touching the heavens. The voice of the Prefect of Liucang County boomed from the clouds: “Dragon Race, halt! Do not forget the pact between our two peoples!”