Inside the Stone House, Stone Village
Lin Fan chuckled, unfazed by Yue Chan's indignation. His eyes lingered on her tall, flawless figure, now flushed with embarrassment, a playful glint in his gaze.
"What's there to hide? It's bound to happen sooner or later, wife. Better get used to it—there'll be even closer moments in the future," he said shamelessly, acting as if he belonged there.
"You…" Yue Chan's fury boiled over, her chest heaving, her breaths short and sharp. Huddled in the cauldron, she felt mortified, on the verge of fainting.
Is this guy even human? How can he be so crude? No trace of a sect heir or prodigy's dignity!
Even with their betrothal, they weren't yet dao companions. The future was uncertain—shouldn't he show some restraint?
"Easy, wife. Don't get too worked up—it's bad for your health, and I'm out of treasure herbs to fix you," Lin Fan teased, grinning.
Yue Chan trembled with rage, her finger jabbing at him, nearly passing out from anger.
Whoosh!
With a surge of divine power, she snatched her clothes from nearby, swiftly dressing to conceal her perfect curves.
"This isn't over! Get over here so I can thrash you!" she shouted, the rustle of fabric echoing as she dressed in the cauldron.
Lin Fan sighed dramatically. "Wife, your mindset's lacking. As cultivators, to cling to the mortal body—how can we transcend and reach the supreme heights?"
Yue Chan lost it, her teeth grinding, itching to drag him over and pummel him senseless.
No matter the issue, he always spun grand truths, leaving her speechless.
Boom!
Her hand flicked, unleashing a cascade of runes that transformed into a radiant beam, striking toward him.
"Whoa, wife, plotting to murder your husband?" Lin Fan quipped, unafraid. He didn't dodge; his Singular Heavenly Passage opened behind him, grinding the attack to nothing.
"That's a Heavenly Passage?!" Yue Chan gasped, staring at the divine disc behind him, resembling a yin-yang diagram, utterly astonishing.
She'd once thought it was his innate divine technique—ancient prodigies had been born with dao diagrams, marking them as First Generations. But now, having opened ten Heavenly Passages and grasped the realm's mysteries, she sensed there was a path beyond the extreme. Up close, she confirmed it was indeed a Heavenly Passage.
"Guess," Lin Fan said with a mysterious smile.
"Hmph! Keep your secrets—I don't care," Yue Chan huffed, her pride making her tone sharp, though curiosity burned within.
"No need to wonder. It is a Singular Heavenly Passage, but achieving it is brutal. It demands vast resources—just the True Phoenix Blood took four drops, plus heaps of treasure herbs," Lin Fan explained, his expression grave.
Though Yue Chan had suspected as much, hearing it confirmed shocked her.
So there's a path beyond ten Heavenly Passages, not yet the extreme.
She recalled the drop of blood used in her baptism, realizing it was from one of the Archaic Vicious Ten. Its value was incalculable.
That he'd used it on her without hesitation stirred a faint warmth in her heart.
Thinking this, she softened, finding him less infuriating. "Thank you," she said quietly.
Lin Fan's lips curved, but he didn't elaborate. That blood was meant for her anyway. If she learns the truth later, she'll probably explode.
He refilled the cauldron with spring water, adding treasure herbs, venomous insects, minerals, and more, following the recipe meticulously.
"My turn," he announced. Without caring who was watching, he stripped bare, revealing a lean, powerful frame. His eight chiseled abs gleamed like a finely crafted treasure.
"Ahh… shameless!" Yue Chan squealed, whipping around, her face burning. She'd seen what she shouldn't, the image stubbornly lingering.
"So ugly… eye-scorching…" she mumbled, shaking her head, trying to banish the sight.
"I heard that!" Lin Fan glanced back, then leapt into the cauldron. "Fair's fair—nobody owes anybody. Hurry up, stoke the fire!"
"Jerk!" Yue Chan growled, her pearly teeth grinding, her radiant face etched with resentment. She half-wished to seal him in an artifact and sink him to the ocean floor for ten thousand years.
After a long pause, she turned, glaring as she fueled the flames, as if intent on roasting him alive.
Lin Fan chuckled, sealing himself with the cauldron's lid. He calmed his mind, beginning his breakthrough, his body glowing, resonating with the heavens, undergoing a nirvana-like transformation.
He envisioned himself as an elixir, refining both body and spirit to unlock his hidden potential.
Mist rose, spiritual energy liquefying, converging on the cauldron in an endless stream. The phenomenon dwarfed Yue Chan's breakthrough, its grandeur staggering.
Thunder roared, eerie wails echoed, leaving onlookers stunned.
Lin Fan went further, coating himself in medicinal mud, forming a golden elixir. He welcomed lightning strikes, absorbing them, mirroring true alchemy.
"This guy's fearless… choosing the harshest refining method," Yue Chan muttered, a rare trace of worry crossing her face.
Crack!
Sounds of fracturing emanated from the cauldron, golden light bursting forth. Yue Chan peered inside, gasping.
Lin Fan's body was cracking, fissures spreading as if he'd shatter. Yet a surge of vitality from his chest healed him, the cycle repeating intensely.
By forcing open his body's treasures, he'd pushed his flesh to the brink, but it was undergoing astonishing changes.
The Spirit Transformation Realm was a dual metamorphosis of body and spirit, birthing innate spirituality, drawing closer to the Dao, achieving transcendence.
It had three stages: first, the body's spiritualization, then the spirit's reformation of the true self.
Lin Fan, however, tackled both simultaneously, forging body and spirit as one, evolving holistically.
This method was perilously rare—none in antiquity dared attempt it. A single misstep could lead to annihilation.
"Madman!" Yue Chan spat, summing him up in two words.
Lin Fan remained still, refining himself in the cauldron. His brow glowed, a shadowy primordial spirit emerging, enduring the same fiery trials and lightning as his body, cracking and reforming.
This was torturous, a grueling forging requiring immense willpower beyond mortal limits, with no room for error.
"No wonder he progresses so fast," Yue Chan sighed, feeling a rare pang of inadequacy in her cultivation.
It wasn't just his talent she feared—it was that he outworked her despite it.
His aura grew stronger, every inch of his body radiating golden light, truly resembling a golden elixir, exuding a fragrant aroma.
The surrounding essence thickened, flowing into the cauldron like rivers, shimmering with spiritual brilliance, fire and water merging in dazzling splendor.
Faintly, yin and yang energies appeared, mirroring body and spirit—one yin, one yang; one life, one death. Distinct yet fused, they shaped creation, propelling his evolution.
This was a bold feat. To dare such a method in the Spirit Transformation Realm would shock countless cultivators if word spread.
Each time Yue Chan observed, she questioned herself: Could I push myself this far, challenging the unknown?
Clearly, only those with fearless resolve dared to court such peril.
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