Novel Full Chapter 292: Months
Chapter 292: Months
Months passed since Kyrian’s advancement to the Core Formation Realm.
Time within the Verdant Sword Sect returned to that silent and constant rhythm, where days turned into weeks, and weeks disappeared as if they had never existed.
Kyrian hardly left his courtyard. After the breakthrough, everything had changed.
His control over Qi reached a new level. Deeper and more refined. More absolute.
This was immediately reflected in alchemy. Refining pills became several times easier.
The gray flame now responded with frightening precision. Temperature variations, once delicate, were now manipulated with ease. The flow of Qi within the cauldron was as stable as the surface of still water.
Rank 4 pills no longer posed any difficulty. And then, naturally... he advanced to the next rank.
Rank 5 pills.
At first, there were failures. Some controlled explosions. Burned herbs. Instabilities. But they were few.
Kyrian adjusted quickly. Learned and mastered.
Now, he was already capable of refining rank 5 pills with consistency.
Pills strong enough to affect cultivators of the Spiritual Awakening Realm.
The purity was not yet perfect. It varied between sixty and seventy percent. But that... was already absurd.
Even experienced alchemists took years to reach this level. While Kyrian took months.
His batches of pills continued to be sent to the sect. And in return, he received spirit stones. Many of them.
His stock grew constantly. Feng Yuan occasionally appeared in person.
Sometimes he brought specific requests for pills. Other times, he brought different recipes to Kyrian.
Some were simple. Others are complex. Kyrian accepted them all and learned to refine them. Some recipes, with his understanding of alchemy, he even improved, creating his own pills.
Kyrian’s relationship with Feng Yuan changed somewhat, there was still respect. But now there was also something closer to collaboration.
...
On the path of formations, the progress was more irregular. But no less impressive.
After reaching the Core Formation Realm, engraving Qi into the plates became much easier.
Before, it required effort and absolute concentration. Now, it was natural and fluid.
Kyrian advanced through the books one by one.
Barrier formations. Killing formations. Support formations. And then illusion formations.
Four of the eight volumes had been completely mastered. Not just understood. But mastered.
All the formations described, of every rank present in the books, were practiced.
Some dozens of times. Until perfection.
He had not yet reached the highest possible levels. But he could already state with certainty.
He was a formations master. And an alchemist.
Two rare paths. Two difficult paths. Both were mastered simultaneously.
...
Despite the isolation, Kyrian did not remain completely cut off from others.
From time to time, he left the courtyard. Visited the arena. Met with Mo Tianhai, Mo Xia, Long Xue, Wu Jian, and Shen Yu.
These meetings were never just conversations. They always evolved into something more. Exchanges, tests, and combat.
Kyrian fought all of them more than once. And in each fight... He taught, corrected, adjusted, and showed the others’ flaws.
His level was already above theirs. Far above. But he did not show arrogance. The others knew the difference between them and accepted the teaching.
Mo Tianhai was the one who grew the most. His destructive intent became more controlled.
Mo Xia refined her technique. Long Xue gained more confidence. Wu Jian became even more brutal. And Shen Yu even deeper.
...
And then...
There was Feng Yuan. The fights between the two were few. But remarkable.
Even with one arm less, Feng Yuan remained an extremely dangerous existence.
His combat experience was overwhelming. Each movement carried decades of understanding.
Kyrian did not win easily. In fact... He learned a lot. His sword technique evolved even further. Now he possessed a sense of absolute mastery over the sword.
The battles ended without a clear winner. But both knew. They were getting closer.
...
And then... After months. The moment finally arrived.
The Domain Gathering was near.
...
That morning, Kyrian was in his room, refining another pill. The gray flame danced with perfect stability. The medicinal aroma filled the environment.
Then...
A light knock on his door brought him back.
"Come in."
The door opened. Mei Ran entered.
Her presence was elegant as always. Imposing and controlled.
"The leader is calling all the Core disciples." She said simply.
Kyrian nodded. Without hurry, he extinguished the flame. Stored the cauldron and stood up.
"Let’s go."
...
The two walked together to the central hall. The path was silent, filled with a certain expectation and tension.
...
When they arrived at the main hall, everyone was already gathered.
The elders occupied their positions. Firm and serious. Observing the disciples.
In front, the core disciples.
Mo Tianhai. Mo Xia. Long Xue. Wu Jian. And Shen Yu.
All aligned and silent. Kyrian walked toward them. Stopped beside Mo Tianhai without words.
...
Feng Yuan was seated at the top. His gaze swept across everyone. He was calm, but his eyes were sharp.
He observed each disciple. But... lingered a bit longer on Kyrian. A slight nod of satisfaction.
He clearly felt the difference.
This time... It was different. Very different.
Feng Yuan slowly stood up. The hall became completely silent. Then he spoke.
"The Domain Gathering will take place in about two months."
The words echoed through the hall.
Mo Tianhai clenched his fist. Wu Jian straightened his posture. Long Xue took a deep breath. The tension increased.
Feng Yuan continued.
"We will depart tomorrow." A slight murmur spread through the environment.
"Mei Ran and I will accompany you there." Silence again.
Then, he looked directly at the disciples.
"I will not speak much." His eyes gleamed slightly.
"I am confident that you will not disappoint the sect."
The pressure in his words was clear. But there was also confidence and pride.
"You are the most talented disciples among several past generations."
He took a step forward.
"And this time..." His eyes passed over all of them. Stopped at Kyrian.
"...the Verdant Sword Sect will certainly rank among the best of the minor Domains."
The air seemed to vibrate. Mo Tianhai smiled. Wu Jian let out a light laugh. Long Xue clenched her hands.
Kyrian... Remained silent. But his eyes gleamed, he would dominate the Domain Gathering, representing the sect, before leaving.